I was in the office working on the last part of my article, completing the research that I enjoyed so much and matching the photos to the story. This was always the final hurdle, and the one I enjoyed most of all, the challenge of finishing the article, something that the editor wouldn't mark with the obscene red pen, so that the red ink would outweigh the printed black ink from the printer.
With a sigh I leaned back in the leather back chair, and pulled off my glasses, rubbing my eyes and stretching, then I heard it. The door behind me closing. II spun around in the chair, and gasped as I looked up at my colleague. I had thought that it might be the janitor, closing the door so that the sound of the vacuum cleaner would not disturb me. Sadly, whilst on the tail end of articles in the past, he had copped the burnt of my frustration.
"What are you doing her so late?" I stood with a disarming smile. He didn't often stay back so late, preferring instead to take his work home.
The little paper that we both worked encouraged competitiveness, and sometimes this lead to some very heated arguments over the articles that we all went after.
"Just staying back to finish up some work, I was on a roll, and didn't want to break for anything." He shot me a rakish grin, and I smiled back.
"Go home Nathan, your wife is probably wondering where you are." I responded, turning my back on him to print my saved article, and gather up the photos for the piece.
Without a sound, Nathan moved up behind me, grasping me around the midriff, and spinning me around, I could feel the edge of my desk pushing into the back of my thigh, and I felt Nathans hand slide up my leg, and up the split skirt. He reached my lacy underwear, and I blushed.
"Lace underwear, planning on going out tonight?" It was well known that I enjoyed male company, but preferred not to be tied down by romance, preferring to concentrate on my career.