"Jess, can you come into my office please?" Eric asked as he popped his head into my cubicle. "I can't figure out this spreadsheet." It was 4:45pm on a Friday as the office was almost deserted. I had just been closing down my computer in the hopes of getting out of the office a few minutes early.
I laughed and pushed my chair away from my desk. My boss Eric was a bit of a luddite. He was only 40, but had been a construction worker for most of his working life and while that made him a good project manager from the logistics side, it came with some downsides when it came to navigating his computer.
We worked at the corporate office of a midsize construction company. Eric was the primary project manager of the commercial side of the business and I managed the contracts for the projects. We had been working together for about two years and I had been more than a little smitten with him since day 1. Our was a flirtatious relationship but it had never crossed a line, much to my disappointment.
I followed him into his corner office, the door closing behind me, and found myself admiring the way his slacks shaped his ass. He was sexy. Moving to an office job hadn't made an impact on his bottom line, as happened with a number of other construction guys who moved into management. He worked out and still went on site to work with the crews and it showed. Standing 6 feet tall he was well muscled and trim and walked with a purpose.
I shook my head to try and clear my imaginings of his ass from my mind.
He sat at his L-shaped desk but pushed his chair back so I could get close to his computer. I stood in front of the computer and if he would have moved his chair forward, I would have been right between his legs. He leaned forward a little to point to the monitor.
"How do I reorder this? The supplier sent it to me all out of whack. I need to figure out when the materials are coming in so I can update our plans."
"Easy peasy," I smiled at him. "Why don't you control the mouse and I'll walk you through it?"
"Fine." He huffed a little, but with a smile. "You know I'd prefer not to learn this Jess, I'd rather you do it." He held eye contact with me for longer than I thought was really needed, his dark brown eyes staring at my hazel ones and the nerve endings in my body started to tingle. This man really did it for me.
"Yes, well, teach a man to fish and all," I laughed at him. It amused me how reluctant he was to learn anything new.
He moved his chair a little closer to be able to use the mouse and his knee pressed into the back of my knee. He didn't move or adjust his legs and the contact made the hairs on the back of my arm stand up.
"Ok, take your mouse and click on the corner cell there," I pointed at the screen. "Good, now go up to Data, and then choose Sort." He clicked, but missed the right area and the spreadsheet sorted by the wrong column.
"Damn it," he took his hand of the mouse, "you just do it." I could tell he was frustrated.
"Ok, here. I'll do it but then I will write it down for you." I reached past him to grab a notepad and I could feel my thigh length skirt ride up a little, exposing the top of my garter belt. I had taken to wearing the garter with a pleated skirt at least once a week as it both made me feel sexy but also because I had once caught Eric looking at my legs in the combo the first time I wore it to work and I wanted to encourage a repeat. That night I had gone home and imagined how his hands would feel on my ass and it was the quickest orgasm I'd had while masturbating.
"Oh," I heard him say softly. I ignored it but kept myself in this position to write down the steps as I narrated them to him, giving him more time to look.
Once finished, I stood up and gathered the courage to look at him. "And that's that," I said. His eyes were locked on mine and he had a look on his face that I hadn't seen before. He looked... hungry.
"Jess... " he trailed off, seemingly unsure of what to say.
"Yes?" I asked, softly, pressing my leg back against his. This seemed to embolden him.
"Is that... is that a garter?" he asked, tentatively at first.
I smiled, hoping very much that this was going where I hoped it was going. "Yes," I said. "I always wear one when I wear this skirt. It's more comfortable than tights."
"You know," he said slowly, "I've never actually seen one in person before. Only in movies."
"Oh?" I giggled a little, "what kind of movies feature garter belts?"
He blushed and that, in turn, emboldened me.
"Would you like to?"
"Like to...?"
