She emailed her Master "It is done!" And watched the clock, in between mundane work tasks, as the finger crept (oh why did she have to imagine THAT!) solidly to the thirty minute mark.
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In the pub, she had been aware, every second, that underneath her clothes, she really was naked. A first glance would have seen a curvy, attractively blonde woman, in jumper and skirt. But her Master knew that underneath...
Was he here! She searched the faces at the bar discreetly, but no-one was looking at her unusually. She turned to Mike, the young office boy, who was standing with a pint of beer, looking on as everyone else mingled. He seemed really shy and vulnerable. She had to please her Master, so she stepped to him at the bar.
"Hello Mike. It's a shame we're leaving isn't it. I really liked my job....and the people" And she winked at him.
He spluttered on his beer, answering her, shyly, haltingly. There were only ten minutes left before they would have to go back to work. Susan raised herself onto the empty stool beside Mike, and carried on chatting to him. He spoke, answering her, sort of talking, but his eyes always seemed to roam to her bosom, her breasts, those orbs of delight.
She purposefully kept moving, shimmying on the stool, the heat in her knickerless crotch like a fire, the heat in her belly making her face flush, the glass of wine making her feel a little more daring, the tingling in her breasts causing her hard nipples to stick out like little bullets. Out of the corner of her eye, she was also aware that her Boss had been looking at her, but he was stuck with old Mrs Prim&Proper from accounting. Ha ha! She laughed to herself as she wondered what the old girl would have thought if she had been aware of Susan's state! She turned back to Mike, and saw him staring at her breasts, at her nipples.
"Damn" she said, as she purposely let her shoe drop to the floor. Mild, shy, quiet Mike dropped to pick it up for her, and as he did so, she carefully, slowly, deliberately crossed her legs, the loose skirt riding up on her legs. Had he seen? She didn't know, probably not, but what a wicked thought crossed her mind. His hand held out her shoe.
"Thanks love" she smiled, and raised her foot to place the shoe back on, the skirt again rising, opening, the expanse of bare thigh clearly open to the warm air of the pub, and to Mike -- blushing Mike, stock still.
"Come on then, we'd best get back to the grindstone" she called out, and stood, turning to find her jacket, and joined the others as they crowded out of the bar for the short walk back to the office. Jostled through the doorway by some of the others, she felt as if she was on cloud nine, if only they knew what they were next to!