It wasn't a regular Monday as Scott drove to work. He had remembered to wear the only green long sleeve shirt he owned, in keeping with the tradition of the day. His socks and boxer shorts were green as well. His black office slacks were old and he had replaced the button that closed the fly about a year ago with green thread. The four tiny connected holes reminded him of a lucky Irish four-leaf clover, a perfect touch for St. Patrick’s holiday. He knew this was going to be a special day, but had no idea how special it would really be.
Every weekday morning and more weekends than he could remember for the last seven years, he'd made the drive down the pacific coast highway to work. The office building he worked in was two stories tall and situated in an upscale industrial park. The company had swelled from only a small handful of employees to a much larger group of a hundred. It was his first real job out of college, and Scott liked the dynamic urgency of the daily business. Something was always going on. A rush or a hurry to get something out the door to a customer made days fly by as fast as the technology of the digital world changed.
As he pulled into his parking space at the far end of the building, Scott pulled down the sun visor to check his hair in the backside mirror. He looked down the rows of cars for Nicole's white Honda Civic, but his anticipatory energy dwindled when he didn't see it.
Nicole had only been with the company for six months. She was the latest in a series of receptionists, and to Scott, she was the hottest girl the company had ever hired to answer the phones. Except on Fridays, her long thick black hair was usually up in a business-like bun. Because she sat behind the half-wall counter just inside the main entrance, the first thing a visitor would see was her full lips and beautiful friendly smile. If they wore sunglasses, like Scott usually did, they would surely be drawn down her neckline to the luscious full round breasts she couldn't hide if she tried. They had to be a D cup and in the high thirties if not forty in size. The rest of her figure Scott admired just as much. He'd see her occasionally at the fax machine or copier changing paper baskets and admire her well-balanced hips and narrowing waist. She wasn't skinny, but her body was lush with curves made for kissing and running your hands over. It was the kind of body Scott dreamed his hard cock would pulse against anywhere it touched.
For the first couple of months she worked for the company, Scott had only known her by her voice over the intercom telling him he had a call. His office was at the opposite end of the building and until about a month ago, he had always just parked in front of his office and entered through one of the side doors. But lately, he purposefully had started parking on the other end of the building so he could go through the main entrance and see Nicole. Her friendly smile was a great way to start the morning.
She must be late today. He hoped she didn't have the day off, but if she did, she certainly deserved it. Her job was very intense at times and Scott thought she was under appreciated for the excellent initial customer interface she performed. He thought it was in part, because she only really answered the phone. The company had very few visitors. Maybe two visits a week and some weeks none at all. The lobby was a lonely place. Everyone else in the company worked within ear range of other people and interacted with several others. The receptionist job didn't. Her desk was isolated from everyone else. All by herself and tied to the phone, she rarely felt the camaraderie of fellow employees. She could of took off all her clothes and sat naked, moaning as she rubbed her clitoris and slipped her fingers in and out of her wet pussy for hours and no one would know.
Scott joked with her about the loneliness of the lobby she oversaw. Every time he called in or spoke to her, he would pretend to be eagerly interested in her lobby and ask, "So, is anybody in the lobby?" She'd gotten used to his humorous questions and give creative replies like "Just a gang of gypsies trying to get change for a twenty." Or, "A midget, I think, but I can't see over the counter." Or on days when she was really busy and harried, she'd just say, "No. No one. Just me." Her voice sounding genuinely disappointed.
Scott got out of his car and walked across the parking lot. He opened the main lobby door and sure enough, Nicole's desk was vacant. He was disappointed, especially since it was St. Patrick's Day, and he was looking forward to seeing if Nicole had on green. The daily newspaper was lying on the floor. It was delivered through a mail slot every day and Nicole would usually find it, and take it to the conference room for anyone to read who wanted to.
Sometimes a tiny twist of luck can change your whole day. It did for Scott, when he changed his normal path to his office, picked up the paper, and detoured to the conference room.
As we weaved through the hallway arches to the conference room, he heard noise in the conference room. The soft carpet muffled his approaching steps and as he rounded the copier area and turned towards the open conference room door, he saw the incredible sight of Nicole bent over trying to get a hold of a heavy full box of invoices. The skirt she was wearing had completely risen over her ass and rested in a horizontal wave above her green thong waistband. The thin strip of green cotton left very little to Scott's imagination. It tapered down to darkness between her lush ass cheeks and because she had spread her legs for more leverage to lift with, the flare of her panties that began at her anus, swept forward in a tapering triangle containing whatever bush she had. Only four feet back, Scott could see no hairs along the edges of her panties at all.
She had a tattoo. Scott was drawn to the tiny blue flower with six petals just a finger distance from her crack and slightly above her asshole. Most panties would hide it. But not the green ones she wore today. Scott felt his cock twitch in his pants. It was unfurling with speed and his underwear wasn't positioned correctly for it. Without thinking, he reached down to ease the discomfort just as Nicole turned and saw him.
He was caught! He knew it. She knew it wasn't his fault. But his hand touching his pants crotch was surprising and she quickly rose up and stammered, "Oh, you surprised me. I didn't hear you."
Scott hoped he had pulled his hand back from his crotch quick enough, but he wasn't sure. He felt his face blossoming red and was unsure what to say. He moved the newspaper in front of his crotch to hide the obvious tent he had left in mid motion of repositioning his cock. Finally, the boxes clicked a switch in his head, "Need some help? Those boxes look heavy."
"They are a little. Last year's invoices. We have an audit today." Nicole saw the newspaper and reached her hand out for it. "I'll take that."
Scott didn't see any option but to hand it to her. It really all happened in a few seconds, but it seemed like slow motion to Nicole. When Scott handed her the newspaper, She immediately saw his erection. It was impossible to hide. He had a healthy size cock and when he got an erection, it got so hard it could poke out pants made of steel. She couldn't look away. It looked so hard and well defined. It was only Scott's hands moving into a lapping cover in front of him that broke her stare.
"Can you put that box on top of the table?" Nicole asked as she took the newspaper to the center of the conference table. Footsteps in the hallway saved Scott from any further frozen action. He moved to the box Nicole was trying to lift and picked it up. But not before Nicole noticed he had a nice ass. "I see you wore green." She cheerily spoke.
Grasping for distraction from his obvious visible erection, Scott's reply was quick. It was one of those accidentally ridiculous times when you say a word you are thinking instead of the one that the sentence really needs.
"Yeah. And you too. It's the thing for St. Panties Day." Scott quickly tried to retract and correct what he had said, "Patricks. St. Patrick's Day." But it was too late. All the blood that was in his cock making it swell with excitement, rushed at the speed of sound to his burning face. His total embarrassment only made worse by the slow awareness that she had on nothing green at all. At least nothing green you could see, unless you saw her panties. He had to leave. He couldn't believe what had come out of his mouth. He didn't wait to see the look on Nicole's face, as he hurried out the conference door and down the hallway towards his office.
The rest of the day went much better but it took until noon before Scott ventured out of his office. He worried about what Nicole might say to other women in the office. He searched for signs of her being upset whenever she paged him over the intercom, but couldn't find any. By lunchtime, he was too busy to think any more about it. But while he was gone to lunch, he skipped over the ending to the beginning of the morning. To the beautiful sexy sight of Nicole bent over and her tight little green panties. He thought, 'At least there is a little truth to Irish luck.'
Rain began falling about two and the clouds hung low, not moving. They were in for rain the rest of the day. The day progressed until Scott got a call from one of his suppliers who had samples to show him. Phil was a nice guy, a couple years older than Scott, but new to his job and the area. He sounded excited as he spoke about the samples over the phone to Scott.
"They look great. I know you're really going to like them and we have a great price. I'm on the freeway now, about thirty minutes from you, and headed your way. I'd really like to swing by and show them to you if you have the time."
