Leslie looked up at the clock. Almost 5, time for the end of the workday. She began rifling through her papers on her desk, shuffling them until they were neatly piled, and ready for the assault the next morning. I'm beat, she thought, and I do my best work first thing in the morning anyway. These can wait until then. She stood up, and took her styrofoam cup over to her rubber plant on the window sill, emptying the remaining water into it. She looked through her office door, and saw that the associates were all packing up to leave for the day as well. They would be surprised to see her leaving too, as she normally stayed until after 7 in an effort to keep the billable hours up. To hell with the billables tonight, She rebelled quietly. I'm going home to enjoy the evening.
The sun lurked briefly behind a patch of cloud, playing hide and seek with the ground. Leslie took note of this, and decided to walk out without wearing her navy blazer. She had unbuttoned the top button of her white satin blouse earlier in the day due to the sun's warmth that had greeted her in her office after lunch. It always got hot in the summer months in her office. It was one of the minor disadvantages to being a partner in the firm, but one that she readily accepted. She looked forward to being able to change into her comfortable clothes and sit on the deck with a Tanqueray and tonic, the Pacific breeze in her long blonde hair, and watch the waves collide with the rocks that jutted their chin out defiantly.
The phone chirped just as Leslie was picking up her briefcase to make her early exit. She frowned, then noticed that it was her home number. The frown didn't subside initially, because that meant that Mike was home early. The only time he arrived home before she did was if some catastrophe had taken place in the house. The last time it had been the pipe that had erupted all over the kitchen floor during that monstrous cold snap in January. Water had been everywhere when she got home. The northwest had such surprising weather changes.
"Hello?"
"Hey Honey," Mike's low voice murmured in her ear. Leslie loved that low, sultry voice.
"Hi Baby. What's wrong?"
"Nothing Baby. Just missing you." Mike's voice was even huskier than normal.
Leslie knew that tone of voice, and she replaced the frown with a smile. Mike only used that voice when he wanted intimacy, which was often. She felt the tingle between her thighs as she remembered when he had awakened her after attending the dinner meeting last night. He had kept her on the verge of euphoria for what seemed like days before making the mad rush to orgasm with her. The marathon session had become a frantic race to the finish in which they both crossed the line simultaneously.
"Why are you home so early?"
"Don't worry about it Sweetie," he whispered. "Just come home. Is your cell phone with you?"
Leslie cast a quizzical look down into the phone and answered, "Yes, why?"
"Just keep it on Baby...k? I'll talk to you in a bit."
They exchanged goodbyes, and Leslie put the phone gently in its cradle. She was pleasantly impatient to find out why Mike was home early, like a child waiting on her birthday to open her gifts. It certainly sounded positive. She reached for her burnished leather briefcase, tossed her coat over her arm, and started for the door. She checked herself, and put down her case for a moment, snapping open the top and peering into it. She sighted her cell phone, pulled it out, and snapped the case shut. She then picked up the case and headed toward the door.
She walked to the elevator doors and stood with other employees from the ninth floor, waiting for it to ascend, when her cell phone emitted a soft beep. She looked at the phone in her hand. Just as she said hello into the phone, the elevator doors opened, and she walked in, stepping into the very back of the car.
"Hey Baby. Where are you?" It was Mike, with that same husky whisper.
"Heading to my car. I'm in the elevator."
"I can't wait until you get home Baby. I'm sitting here in those black silk boxers you got me, and I'm teasing my cock through the material, just thinking about you."
Leslie let out a slight moan before catching herself. She looked around the elevator, and was relieved to see that nobody was turning to look at her. She hoped that it meant that they didn't hear the noise escape from deep in her throat. Some were discussing daily events, and she hoped they had drowned her out.
Mike continued. "Baby, unbutton one button on your blouse."
Leslie was shocked, and extremely nervous, but also getting very aroused at the thought. "Ok," she quivered, trying to sound professional. She looked around the elevator, then very casually put her hand to her chest, and slowly coaxed the second button through its loop. Her chest was now bare to her cleavage, just covering her white lace 36d bra that hid her nipples, which were becoming erect. She crossed her arms over her chest, using her coat to cover them.
"Did you do it baby?" Mike teased.
"Yes," she replied unevenly, not wanting anyone in the elevator to look at her. Although she was scared to death that someone would know, she was also exhilarated. Her pussy was beginning to moisten, and she was glad that she had worn the panties with the white thigh high stockings today. She could feel her panties getting wet, and couldn't wait to get outside to feel the breeze blow teasingly under her skirt as she walked to the car.
"Ok Baby. I'll let you go for now. Talk to you in a bit. Oh, and by the way, I'm stroking my cock through the boxers now."
The phone clicked in Leslie's ear. Damn him, she thought. He's already driving me wild, and he isn't even here. She tightened her hold on her coat and her briefcase, and waited for the elevator to complete its descent. When it did, she waited until everyone had exited before slipping out of the door. She crossed the large atrium foyer, and pushed herself through the revolving door to the sidewalk, the coat crossed over her left arm and held tightly against her cleavage.
The walk to her car seemed like miles. The breeze was just strong enough to playfully tickle her under her skirt, and Leslie felt herself getting even more turned on. She was so glad that she had not worn the full pantyhose today. They would have stifled her. She turned the corner and stepped into the parking lot, finding her pearl '99 Lexus LS400 in her private parking spot, marked " L. O'Brien, Partner", against the building's side. She unlocked the door, tossed the briefcase and the blazer into the passenger seat, and bent down to settle into the driver's side. Her cell phone chirped once more.
"Hello?"
"Where are you now?" It was Mike.
Leslie's voice quivered. "I'm in my car, getting ready to pull out of my parking space."
"Remove your shoes Baby. Drive in just your hose. And pull your skirt up so you can see your pussy."
"Ok. Hold on." Leslie did as she was told. She pushed off the blue 3" pumps, revealing her size 6 feet, her toes painted a dusky pink and visible through the gauzy material of the hose. The cool air from the air conditioner blew on them, causing goosebumps on her calves. She then raised herself just a bit, and pulled her navy skirt up until she could see the white lace French-cut bikini against the leather seat. It was now becoming quite soaked from Mike's teasing.
