It was a week since the beginning of our infatuation. Well, it was a week since the staff bowling outing. 'Infatuation' may not be the right word because we had not only an incredibly strong attraction for one another, but I sensed affection and thoughtfulness in our brief relationship. We each were showing compassionate concern for the other's circumstances - trying not to put stress on the marital situations and respecting each other's professional position. I suppose, to be perfectly honest, at this point in our relationship pheromone magnetism and animal lust could well have been all that was drawing us together. But I had strong feelings of tenderness for Dorothy, and I thought I sensed tender affection from her. If it was pure lust it was wonderful.
A good deal of restraint was required, especially during the work day. The sexual attraction was nearly overpowering - the pheromones seemed to be working overtime, all the time - but I was a mere bank management trainee trying to get through the branch teller segment of the training program and Dorothy was a member of management at the branch. Neither of us wanted to jeopardize the other's reputation and career.
Looking back, the episode in my teller station Monday afternoon had been impulsive and risky, but since then we had been very careful about our behavior during the work day.
On this Friday morning an elderly lady had come to my window to have me update the interest in her savings passbook. When I returned it to her she looked at the older entries and questioned a withdrawal posted a year ago. She said she couldn't remember taking any money out. It was the only withdrawal ever made from the account. I told her I couldn't look it up right away but that I'd find the withdrawal slip and call her. She could come in and look at it whenever she liked. A little later it was slow, so I decided to look for her withdrawal but didn't know where the branch kept its old records. Dorothy was passing my station. Our eyes met and sent knowing messages and I asked her where I should look.
In a friendly but business-like tone she replied, "Everything's in storage boxes on shelves in the basement." Then her tone subtly softened and her eyes sent a momentary message of affection, "Let me know if you have trouble finding it."
I went to the basement and found a maze of storage shelves neat but crowded with hundreds of boxes. I knew I could find what I was looking for eventually but, in the interest of expedience (and perhaps subconsciously wanting another opportunity for a moment with the object of my affection), I went back upstairs to ask Dorothy for further guidance. I found her at her desk in the customer service area. "Excuse me," I said respectfully, "there's a lot of stuff down there. Can you tell me approximately what section of the area I should look in?"
"Sure, Alex. Here ..." She began sketching a rough map and then stopped. "It's pretty quiet in the lobby right now. I can show you more quickly than I can explain. I'll be right down - I have to make a stop on the way." Her eyes were bright and she masked a playful smile.
I went back to the basement. A few minutes later she came down the stairs. I was near the bottom when she started down and couldn't resist the temptation of looking at her stunning legs as they descended - of course, from below I could see up her skirt a little - just barely to her stocking tops. Every little glimpse of Dorothy's shapely legs and thighs thrilled me - partly because they were so beautiful, and partly because I knew that luring me with enticing exposures of her forbidden fruits was sexually stimulating for her. Because of the shared chemistry of our mutual lust, it seemed that when one of us became sexually excited the other became instantly receptive.
I could see only her stocking tops but my memory and imagination were filling in the blanks. Her knees were beautifully sculpted, the curves and tone of her calves were hypnotic, her ankles were slender and perfect, and her feet were feminine and graceful. Her thighs weren't heavy, but they were invitingly rounded in feminine softness. The inner thighs were baby smooth and where they met her precious flower their soft, pillowy curves lured me to the warm, loving place they protected. Her outer thighs curved elegantly to her full, sensual hips.
My lustful gaze and distraction into fantasy didn't go unnoticed. Dorothy sensed the effect her display was having on me. "Tsk, tsk, tsk! You're a lecher." Her impish smile teased me.
"Sometimes I try to resist ... but rarely succeed." I took her hand politely to help her down the last few steps.
She squeezed my hand, puckered her lips to send me a little kiss, and said quietly, "Mmmmm, I really don't want you to succeed. It's nice to be able to tell when you're interested." During our week-old affair Dorothy had learned to her surprise how sexually exciting it was to entice me with her playful exposures, how quick and dependable my reactions were, and the further excitement she enjoyed watching the evidence of her effect on me growing in my trousers.
"Which is whenever I'm near you." I let go of her hand. We were alone and quite isolated down in the basement, but aware none-the-less that others weren't far away. I didn't know how frequently people came to the basement but I knew neither of us wanted to be discovered holding hands ... or kissing, so I decided to cool-it and stick to business and let Dorothy guide our behavior.
Her eyes met mine in a warm smile, "Me too." She sent me another kiss and added, "When I feel your eyes traveling up my legs I get ... those feelings." She touched my elbow and squeezed. We moved away from the stairs, "I think what we're looking for will be back here." She walked ahead of me and led us toward the other end of the basement. The subtle changes in her feminine walk, her inviting sway of hip, and flirtatious thrust of pelvis, made it evident that she had something other than business on her mind. She turned into one of the side aisles of tall, stacked shelves and just before switching on an overhead light fixture she kissed my cheek and lips softly. We were holding hands again. Then we started to read box labels. I began scanning labels on the upper shelves and she started on the lower shelves. She bent lower and lower reading labels until, finally, she was crouching with one knee on the floor and the other foot on the floor with the knee high and pushing her skirt up in her lap. A glance told me that I could see up her skirt again, between her legs to the creamy skin above her stockings. I could see all of the underside of the raised thigh to a little of her bottom cheek. I quickly looked away, but not quickly enough.
"Mmmmm, I feel your eyes." Her tone was playful and warm - maybe even inviting, "You're making me tingle." She made no move to cover herself.
"Mmmm hmmmm, you're gorgeous."
"Thank you, Lover." And then, "I may have found the box we're looking for. Why don't you come down and ... help me with it?" I knelt down on both knees. Dorothy didn't change her position and by the time I had knelt down she had raised her skirt further and opened her thighs just a bit so that I could see her sweet vulva. At first I thought the dark triangle might be her panty crotch - but my second, more longing glance assured me it was her pubic hair! In low, suggestive tones, "You'll have to come a little closer to ... help me, Darling." I inched closer and she reached to touch my cheek and beckoned me closer to her yet. Finally we met in a soft kiss - lightly touching lips - mouths slightly open - breathing becoming a little more rapid. She whispered into our kissing, "If I didn't want you to look, I would have knelt facing the other way." She could read my mind.
"When you let me see you ... like this ... I'm very distracted."
She sucked on my tongue, "Am I making something get stiff?" A hand tested the front of my trousers.
"Very." I caressed the inside of a leg up to the bare skin above her stocking. "Your thigh is soft and smooth."
"Is that all, Lover?"
"Your legs are so beautiful ... and I think I saw your ..."
"My what?"
"Your luscious ... precious loving place."
"Umm hmmmmm." She reached in the sleeve of her dress and brought out her panties. "Honey? Would you put these in your pocket? I took them off before I came down ... just in case." She brought her lips to mine and hummed a sigh as our tongues found each other. I tucked my sweet exhibitionist's panties away in my hip pocket.
"Just in case ... what?"
She whispered, "Just in case you want to ... fuck me."
"You're reading my mind." Finally both hands were loving one thigh and hip. Looking at and feeling Dorothy's legs and thighs always thrilled me and surged the blood in my head and then ... my groin. They were utterly beautiful and wonderful to caress - smooth, soft, warm, compelling. The stockings were smooth over the sensual curves, and above the stockings was the soft baby flesh of those rounded inner thighs - warmly inviting caresses toward Dorothy's waiting sexual portal. The sense that she was inviting the adventures of my eyes and hands and that the flames of her lust were fanned when I indulged in the offered loveliness under her skirt excited me and fanned my hunger. She knew I couldn't resist her - and when I showed signs that her amorous lures were having the desired effect, the honey of her own sex began to flow. She loved to lure me and arouse me.
"Mmmmmmm, your hands feel wonderful," lips still brushing, breathing heavier, "I'm so glad you like my ... loving place. I've felt like a starving nun these past two days." Dorothy's caressing hand squeezed my hard penis and confirmed the extent of her effect on me. When she realized how very aroused I was she said, "Oh, God, you're so stiff. I'm glad I had time to come down and ... help you." More caresses and squeezes followed.
Still with brushing lips becoming more feverish, "I'm glad you're here. I've been so hungry for you." More kisses, "I'm losing interest in searching the boxes."
