I was so embarrassed at work the next day and I didn't want to see him but of course that was unavoidable and mid-morning he came strolling into my little cubicle and sat on the edge of my desk. He was very close and to my surprise and horror really, I felt excited.
"You were fucking brilliant last night Jayne thank you so much," he said in an uncharacteristically pleasant and polite way. I didn't know what to say or to handle the situation when he went on in a low voice. "You have the most glorious tits I have seen in ages and I can't wait until tonight to see them again."
"What makes you think you will?"
"Because you'll want to show me, won't you?"
"No, I don't think so," I whispered.
"You don't sound very convincing," he went on leaning forward and running his hand across my chest.
"Stop someone might come in."
"Come up to my computer room then where hardly anyone comes," he grinned.
"Don't be daft I can't do that now?"
"Probably not but you can tonight and we'll work there. Six thirty, ok?"
"I guess so," I replied.
"And no knickers ay? Oh, by the way you might need these?" he said dropping my panties that he had masturbated into last night onto my desk.
The offices of the newspaper group were quite old and a block or so away from the printing works. It was on five floors with the main, editorial office where I worked being on the fourth floor that somehow was the largest. Accounting and admin took up the lower floors and the fifth, which was only about a quarter the size of the others being the computer room which was Andy's domain. During the day he had a few people work up there with him but they left quite early after which he was alone.
I hastily wrapped the panties into a tissue and stuck them into my bag not really wanting to think, see or talk about them. Now, in the cold light of day with Kevin away, last night was more and more seeming like a bad dream although, as I thought about it, I felt tingles in my boobs and thighs. That made me realise how crazy this all was and how out of character and illogically I was behaving. Or was I?
With the main office pretty much empty by six-fifteen or so I was packing up my work things when my internal phone rang.
"It's empty in my computer room and time for you to get that lovely ass up here," came down the phone.
"Oh and hello to you too," I replied trying to sound as if this was a business call."
"And don't forget no knickers."
"Yes right I remember."
"And you won't get in if you don't show me them through the window in the door."
"Ok right, I'll remember that," I said curtly.
Like a zombie, or a fool I went to the loo, removed my panties and stuffed them into my bag to join the soiled ones from the previous night. I walked up the stairs rather than using the rickety old lift and buzzed on the computer room door. He came to the door and smiled through the window.
"Where are they?" he asked.
"What?"
"Your knickers, show them to me."
Realising what he meant I got them out of my bag, showed them to him, put them back into my bag and heard the door click unlocked. Once inside I was relieved to hear it being re locked. No more was said and we got on with the work. When we'd finished all we could we had then, as he put it. 'Moved into playtime.'
After a vodka we'd chatted for a while and around ten o'clock he'd asked.
"So, what's under that lovely business skirt?"
"Me of course," I replied giggling a little from a combination of nerves, excitement, the vodka and, at that stage, mild arousal.
"You and what else Jayne?"
"Just me," I went on playing his game with him.
"No panties?"
"No," I mumbled feeling guilty.
"Where are they then?"
"In my bag."
"When did you take them off for me?"
"Just before I came up."
"Then they'll still be warm and smell of you won't they."
"I guess so?" I said in almost a whisper as he verbally stripped away my sense of decorum and seduced me into acting like the slut I knew that deep down I was.
"They'll smell of your cunt, won't they?
"Probably."
"Then give them to me."
I got them from my bag and threw the black, lacy bikini panties to him. He grabbed them, smelled them and said.
"Mmmmmm nice to look at, feel and smell."
"You are a pervy bastard aren't you?"
"Yes Jayne I am and that's just what you want and need isn't it?"
"I don't know," I said in almost a whimper as I heard him saying."
"Then you'd better show me what's just you under that lovely skirt, hadn't you?"
I was like putty in his hands and I did exactly what he asked. Slowly, with both hands I pulled my skirt up so he got a full view of my pubes and pussy.
"Oh fuck me Jayne do you dress to work me up?" he asked looking at my black lacy top holdups.
With my knickers still pressed against his face he began unbuckling his belt.
"What are you doing Steve?" I asked panicking a little.
"What I did last night showing you how hard you make my dick.
I began almost shaking with excitement as he unbuttoned the fly on his jeans and let them fall to his ankles, he wasn't wearing underpants. I am sure that my mouth hung open as his penis came into view. The purple tip was poking out of his tight foreskin that had slid down the angry looking head a little way.
"It's only fair you see mine as I'm seeing yours, isn't it," he chuckled as he wrapped my panties around it and began pumping his cock with the satin and lace of my panties.
"Like watching a guy wank do you Jayne?" he asked not waiting for an answer before going on with. "Like you did last night?"
"Yes sometimes," slipped from my mouth in a hoarse whisper.
"It looked like it as you played with your lovely tits last night."
"Really?" was all I could think of asking.
I could feel beads of sweat forming on my forehead and my heart was racing as I again stared at the sight in front of me. Closer up and much clearer this time I saw that his pubes were shaved back so there was just a tiny strip making his cock look absolutely massive and he had a thick barbed wire tattoo around his left thigh. Only in websites had I seen anything like that. It was rather vulgar, but somehow in these circumstances exciting too.
"Get them out now Jayne."
"No I can't not here."
