Author's note: A special thanks to Karen for editing this so quickly and to Vix for coming up with this idea...
Looking into your closet and knowing that he would be coming by the office today you agonized over the decision of what to put on. Still questioning why he had such an overwhelming effect on your decisions you felt your stomach do flips as you took the purple silk blouse he said "looked good" two weeks ago out of the closet. Next was the skirt that had him staring at your legs and remarking on your tan. Even now you blushed at his reaction to seeing you in it. What was so different about this guy? Why when he stared at your legs or his eyes lingered around your chest did you enjoy it? And how come he didn't seem to be embarrassed when you caught him staring? Amazingly his complete lack or embarrassment or shame actually made you blush!
Pulling the black stretch cotton skirt over your lace lilac thong you couldn't believe that you were wearing it to work again! The skirt, which was so tight around your butt you had to wear a thong, was shorter then any you owned and had been bought on a dare from a girlfriend! The clingy material rode slowly up your legs as you walked and had to be adjusted regularly. If your office had a dress code this skirt would certainly be considered too short to be appropriate. It was mid thigh length but always rode up at least an inch above it!
The purple blouse went beautifully with the lilac satin and lace bra. With the top two buttons of the blouse undone it would be easy to catch him sneaking a peak at your ample cleavage. Once again you blushed with embarrassment knowing your plan was to actually allow him to see you. Or was it you needed him to see you? A quick trip into the bathroom allowed you to fix your makeup in a way he seemed to like and pull your hair up and back. He had complimented your hairstyle when you had done it like this and had seemed disappointed last week when you left it down.
The final piece was still unknown. He had yet to compliment your choice in footwear. The sandals and low heels had turned his face into a sad, almost disapproving look, so today would have to be a complete departure from the norm. Reaching up to the top shelf of your closet you felt the skirt ride up just below your butt cheeks. It was a pain to continually adjust it but somehow his approval was more then worth it! Looking at the dusty box you somehow knew that its contents were the answer. You also knew that your barefooted walk to your bed would be the most comfortable your feet would be all day. Setting the box on the bed and opening the top you looked down at the 3 ½" black heels with the pointy toes and even pointier heel. Worn only once in the two years you had owned them you vowed to never wear them again after experiencing such discomfort. Slipping them onto your bare feet now you remembered the reason for your disliking them.
Finally reserved to the fact that you knew how much he would love them you stood on shaky legs and walked to the full length mirror in your room. Tugging your skirt down to its mid thigh length you stood and turned slowly. Despite the discomfort of the shoes they did somehow make your legs look longer and shapelier. You knew he enjoyed legs and smiled quietly knowing he would be ogling yours today more then anyone else's. Even your butt looked higher and firmer. No one at work had ever seen you this dressed up, you were positive you would be getting comments but the only one you cared about was his.
The day seemed to crawl by slower then normal. Usually he showed up around two o'clock so at 1:30 you went to the ladies room one more time and checked your appearance. Why were you so caught up in this guy? It was now hours after he normally arrived and you felt yourself getting more depressed by the minute! In reality you only saw him once a month at most but for some reason you were dressing differently at this mere suggestion. Was it his penetrating eyes that seemed to know what you had on under your clothing? Could it be the electric feeling of his touch? The one time he had put his hand on your back to lean down and look at your computer screen had been electric to say the least. You were positive from the sound of his voice so close to your ear that he was looking straight down your blouse! Somehow instead of feeling violated you felt so excited that you felt a twinge of desire between your legs. You had even thrust your chest out a little more to give him a better view! The thought had you blushing deeply.
"That's a lovely shade of red on your face!" His chuckling comment startled you and you turned quickly in your chair to see him standing there. The charcoal gray suit he wore only brought out his piercing blue eyes even more. "What could have been running through your head to cause you to blush so incredibly deep?" The question made you blush even further.
"Oh nothing important really." You replied quietly as you tried to get your skin to return to a normal color. Sitting in your chair with your eyes cast downward you could almost feel his eyes roaming your body, almost undressing you. You fidgeted nervously but for whatever reason didn't want it to stop.
"Wow!" He finally said while taking a seat across from you, "You look absolutely amazing today!"
"Thanks." Your simple and eager reply knowing full well your face was beaming with his compliment. Looking up at him you noticed his eyes were moving slowly up your legs to your thighs. Finally they stopped on your thighs and you watched the slightest smile come over his face. Looking down you noticed that your skirt had ridden up from the last time you adjusted it. From where he was sitting he could probably see your lace thong! Quickly pulling the skirt downward you blushed deeply again. "Sorry." You said softly. Wait. Why had you apologized? He was sitting there staring up your skirt and you were apologizing?
"Well I'm very sorry I'm so late." He said finally meeting your eyes with his own. "Can I make it up to you?" His eyes seemed to stare inside you.
"Ummmmm," you struggled to think but his eyes were almost holding you in place, "what do you have in mind?"
"Well I'll go tell your boss we have important things to discuss but need some privacy. You can pack up for the day and meet me by the front door in say, 5 minutes." Had that been a request? Before you could muster a reply he was already standing and moving out of your office. Looking back in the door he said "I'll see you in a couple minutes then." Then he just seemed to disappear.
Moving as quickly as possible you logged off your computer and folded up whatever work you had wanted to finish today. It would have to wait until tomorrow no matter how important the client you didn't care! In exactly 3 minutes you were walking quickly out of your office towards the front door. Walking hell, you were practically running! You desperately tried to calm yourself before walking out the front door and onto the street. Your car was parked in the lot next to the building and as you contemplated walking towards it you heard him call your name. He had just pulled his car up to the curb and was asking you to get in; no actually he was telling you to get in. Sliding into his car you nervously fastened your seatbelt not knowing where he was taking you and wondering if you even cared.
The two of you spoke casually as he drove for roughly ten minutes finally pulling into the parking lot of a very nice restaurant. He pulled up to the front and got out for the valet. The low car made it difficult for you to get out without flashing your thong to the valet who had just opened your door. Looking down and smiling the young man took your hand gently and was rewarded with an eyeful as you slowly stepped out. Practically wrestling your hand from his grip you were finally able to readjust your skirt which had ridden up just below your crotch.
Taking you by the arm he escorted you through the front door. It was difficult to keep up with him in your heels but you tried your best. Walking into the restaurant he asked you to wait a moment as he walked away. He spoke quietly with the head waiter and then waved you to follow him to the bar. The bar area was quiet with a number of tables around the edges that would have offered the perfect opportunity for casual intimate conversation. Walking up to him he pulled out a chair for you at the bar.
"Have a seat." He said just as you started to open your mouth about getting a booth.
"Um, okay." You replied somewhat uneasily. Taking you by the arm he helped you into the tall padded bar stool. As you climbed into the chair you skirt had once again crept up and you slowly shifted in your seat as you adjusted it. He took the stool next to yours and then positioned his chair so that you could not turn and face the bar. Instead your chair was directly facing his leaving your long legs exposed for the bar's patrons to view.
Suddenly the bartender returned with two glasses of wine placing one in front of you. The bartender and your 'date' talked as if they were old friends as you sipped your wine. Whatever worries you had about your evening he did have great taste in wine. Eventually the bartender excused himself and the two of you began to talk closely. You placed your hand conspicuously on the bar within easy reach of his to see if he would accept your subtle invitation to hold hands. Much to your dismay he didn't. The two of you leaned into each other to talk for what seemed like minutes while in actuality is was much longer. It wasn't until your second glass of wine that you remembered that when you leaned forward in this blouse it pulled away from your body. For the past hour you had been giving him an unadulterated view of your bra and chest! With half of your glass gone you excused yourself to go to the ladies room.
Several of the men at the tables around the bar watched as you slid off the high stool causing your skirt to slide up your legs slightly again. With a look of embarrassment on your face you readjusted the skirt again and excused yourself. Walking to the ladies room you could feel several pairs of eyes moving slowly over your body. Taking a second to look over your shoulder it was easy to see the bartender and your date staring blatantly at your butt as you walked. Neither bothered to look away as you continued to walk and you were almost positive the bartender said "Nice ass" before patting his friend on the shoulder!
Standing in the ladies room you wondered what in the hell had just happened! You were comfortable about his ogling of you but he obviously was showing you off as some kind of a trophy to his friend! What the hell was that about? Steadying yourself on the counter and staring at yourself in the mirror you did admit that you looked fantastic although your choice in clothing was far more risqué then you would ever normally wear. Turning slowly you looked at your back. The dress certainly hugged your ass like no other, maybe you should take it as a compliment. Wait! What were you thinking? You weren't a piece of meat to be paraded around were you? Maybe it was time to end the evening and clear your head.
Walking back across the bar area you felt more confident that you could tell him it was time to end your evening. As you neared the stool where he sat with his back towards you he turned and looked into your eyes. Those same piercing blue eyes seemed to look into your very soul.
