I've been watching her for days and I don't know why. What was it she had that made my colleague, Fran, employ her? She was average looking at best and her figure was nothing special, not that you could really see that much of it as she kept it covered up at all times. Her fashion sense at times seemed frumpy and old for a younger woman. Her name was Claire and I'd say about twenty years my junior. Fran regularly shouted at her across the office floor and from what I have seen and heard lately the timid shy girl was forever getting a stern talking down to. I'm sure half the time the young woman didn't deserve the abuse. Other times though, the two of them seemed too close to have a strictly professional relationship. I've often wondered what it was they had between them.
Claire was now scurrying around the office floor, flitting from one desk to another and from one filing cabinet to the next. God, she's starting to bug the life out of me. I was brought out of my reverie by the phone ringing. A long call from overseas, my sister to be exact. After about thirty minutes of countless questions and comments about my love life, her love life or lack of, I managed to end our conversation by promising to call her over the weekend.
The door to my office was slightly ajar and all of a sudden I heard Fran bellow. "Claire... my office NOW!" I lifted my head and looked out of the window of my office that overlooks the rest of the department layout, including Fran's office. My eyes scoured the expanse room. Claire was nowhere to be seen. My colleague is a bossy bitch of a woman and if things didn't go her way, you were in deep shit!
The lift to the floor opened and Claire casually walked towards the larger filing cabinets. I look over to Fran's office and she's hovering with intent. Why does she have the largest office? Her office consists of two rooms and I've only been in there once or twice. When you walk in, there is another door about ten feet ahead of you with a large, round lock on it. I have no idea what is in that room, but it's more than likely an oversized cupboard or something.
Claire was under the watchful gaze of her employer who stood there dominantly in the doorway with her long blonde hair tightly wrapped into an elegant style on her head. Her dark rimmed glasses sit proudly on her perfect nose giving her a slight edge to her delicately featured face. My eyes meet the 'power' suit. She must have about six of these in an array of colours. She never wears the same coloured suit two days running. Today's ensemble comprised of a deep burgundy jacket, fastened with only one button in the middle. Underneath that, a silk, low cut camisole top in a contrasting ivory colour covers her breasts that are encased in a deep burgundy bra. Shit, am I looking that closely at her?
My eyes lower to her skirt. A straight design, that sits just above her knees. On the right of her skirt, a slit reveals a firm thigh. Her legs are toned and tanned. They are incredibly sexy and secretly I would love to see them in a pair of black lace top stockings! After that fleeting sexy thought my eyes dropped to her shoes. They matched the colour perfectly with the suit and sported a three-inch heel.
As I edge my stare back up her lean body I capture her eyes on mine. Shit, how long had she been looking? Her look at first was quite severe but then she smiled and her soft features glowed. I blushed and smiled bashfully then broke the stare between us. I nervously toyed with the mouse of my computer, dislodging the cascading waterfall screensaver. I fought with myself to resist the temptation of looking out of the window although my resistance was short lived as I heard Fran's voice again. "Where have you been Claire? I called you a while ago."
I stared at the hesitant younger woman. "I... I was downstairs Miss, photocopying. It took longer than I thought."
My gaze continually flitted between the two of them. "Didn't I tell you that all that had to be done first thing this morning? I have deadlines to meet young lady." She scowled at her apprehensive employee.
"I'm sorry Miss. Katie was in the photocopying room with some others and I had to wait."
" Oh really, we'll see about that." I saw Fran turn on her heels and knew I was in for it as it was my secretary that held Claire up downstairs. She thudded towards me and loudly knocked on my door and stepped right up to my desk, towering above me. "If you spent more time keeping an eye on Katie than eyeing me up, then my secretary would get my work done!" I didn't even have time to answer as she stormed out and slammed the door. Her perfume lingered in my office, an intoxicating floral fragrance with an oriental twist.
I watched her wiggle that arse as she strode across the floor to her office with Claire following close behind. Her office door then slammed, causing my window to rattle and the door to shake. At this point I really should have turned away, but the curiousness in me about these two women was on a high level, and god was I intrigued. I looked sheepishly between the blinds at my window.
The two of them were standing opposite each other. Claire had her head lowered slightly and Fran began to circle her young assistant. Fran was talking but I couldn't see if Claire was answering her back or not. Fran then returned to the front of Claire. This time the gap between them was smaller than before and Fran brought her finger up to the side of the young woman's cheek. It appeared she was tracing her finger from the side of the eye, down her cheek and along the jaw line. Fran spoke again and within a second Claire appeared to drop to the floor. I looked at Fran, who again caught me staring. She pointed at me with something and immediately all the blinds in her office fell at once.
I swallowed hard as warmth spread through my body, particularly around my pussy. Did I just see right, Claire dropping to the floor? The more I thought about what she could have been doing the more my pussy moistened. My bra tightened on my heaving breasts. I squeezed my thighs, feeling my pussy tingle. I lightly stroked my breasts through my blouse and felt my erect nipples. I pinched each one and softly moaned. My other hand slipped to the front of my skirt and my fingers unfastened the buttons. They edged underneath the soft material of my knickers and into the warm, wet crevice between my puffy, engorged lips.
For a second my finger hovered teasingly above my protruding clit. The moment of doubt passed quickly and I resumed my risky behaviour. To and fro my finger flicked over the swollen nub. I added more pressure on it, around it and to the sides of it. My orgasm was rapidly approaching. Suddenly my back arched and my legs tensed. I violently jolted back and forth on my desk as my pussy convulsed around my pulsating clit. I left my soaked fingers in my knickers until my orgasm had subsided.
A shadow loomed over the window. Oh god, please tell me she didn't see? Fran stood there shaking her head with a wicked grin on her smug face. I quickly buttoned up my skirt and attempted to smooth out my blouse. Within seconds she had bounded into my office. "Well, well... such a curious slut, aren't you? What was it you thought you saw in my office that got you so worked up that you needed to play with that hot little pussy?" I was speechless. I didn't know what to say to her. I was head of my team, a confidant forty-nine year old woman and here in my office I was getting a talking to in a lewd manner by a colleague sixteen years younger than me. She stood there a little longer, revelling in my obvious predicament before walking out.
I hastily got myself back together before my secretary strolled in. "Where the fuck have you been all morning?"
Katie looked at me, shocked to hear me talk to her that way. "You know where I've been. You sent me downstairs to help with the new recruits. What's up anyway... are you ok? You look a little flushed!"
"I don't feel too good, I might leave early this afternoon."
"I think we all have to go early anyway. Claire was saying 'her' over there is having a large meeting up here as the conference rooms are closed. She said something about everyone leaving at four. From what I can gather, its quite an important meeting."
"Is that so... " I looked at her quizzically. "Ok then, we work until three, that ok with you?" I smiled at her knowing she loved that idea. She nodded her answer back and headed out of my office.
The next couple of hours passed slowly and I often found myself looking out at Fran's office. Claire spent most of her time in there and only occasionally she left for one thing or another. I made my way to the vending machine, in need of another hot drink. Standing there waiting, I inhaled a familiar scent, tinged with the orient. I felt her close to me, then our shoulders brushed together. She leant her head towards my ear. "What fascinates you about Claire?" I felt her breath softly whisper on me. Again I was rendered speechless. She picked up on my inability. "Why have you found it difficult to speak to me today? You aren't usually this reserved with me. Something is definitely up with you!"
I didn't have an answer. I didn't even know an answer. There is no obvious reason that this young woman has the ability to make me clam up around her. I blushed and hesitantly turned to her. "I don't know..." It's all I could say. It was either that or not saying anything. I had to say something. I reached for my tea and hastily made my way back to my office. I felt her gaze follow me, piercing through my back and reach deep within me. I assumed she had that wicked grin on her face. It was the grin that I had seen far too much of already today. I shut the door behind me, hoping it would cut me off from her glare.
I sat at my desk and checked over the schedule for next week and placed little yellow note-its over the documents that I wanted Katie to amend over the weekend. Just as I finished them and placed them on the corner of my desk she walked in and smiled at me. She picked the pile of papers up and looked at me with hope in her eyes. "Is it still ok for me leave... it's three o'clock?"
"Yes course it is, I can't believe it's that time already." I pointed at the papers in her hand. "Well, you could always stay and do those now, you'll be finished by three thirty or you can take them with you and do them over the weekend... your choice!" I smiled at her teasingly.
