By the time she walked in through the door, she was dog-tired. She undid the tight chignon of her hair and scrubbed her scalp with her neatly trimmed nails. The pencil-skirt had had its desired effect on the men working out in the construction site. She'd felt in power because they were distracted by her feminine shape, accentuated by the fine tailoring and materials. But being sexually appreciated while appearing totally unaware and inaccessible had its toll. She needed to make sure all the men saw her as a professional superior, not someone they could easily coerce into a little after-work playtime.
She stretched and adjusted her stance, taking off her heels, rubbing her feet one after the other. Before she passed the laundry basket she reached beneath her pencil skirt and pulled off the thong which had been annoying her all day. She would prefer to go commando, but that kind of intimacy was too much. Some of those men, she knew she didn't want to seem accessible to them. But sometimes when they came into her office for a 'chat' and her tiny room filled with the stench of their sweat and the sun-kissed earth they'd been working in all day. Their muscles bulging and lightly playing with their hard-hats. Sometimes she just needed to be touched, and not having her thong on would be torture for her.
She leant against the door frame into the kitchen. Stroking the skin of her arm through her silken blouse she sighed and brought to mind one of her favourite workers. He was a polish man who hadn't been in the company long. Perhaps one season or two. Not longer than a year. He'd recently been promoted to a team leader, so she knew he was good with his job.
He was quiet with her, but she already knew his laughter. She didn't feel like she was being unclothed with his eyes. Which was unusual, the other men, she sometimes felt dirty because of their mentally undressing her constantly. But this Polish lad, what was his name? Gregor. Gregor looked at her as if he didn't need to undress her to know her. His gaze felt like he already knew her, already possessed her.
She shivered and moved to the freezer for her favourite after work treat, plain ice. Her office was too hot, she really needed to get someone in to see to her air conditioning. She popped one frozen cube into her mouth and ran the other over her collar bone, undoing the top two buttons of her blouse, and dipped it into her cleavage, turning slowly, eyes half-closed in bliss.
She started and dropped the ice, Gregor stood in her doorway.
"Gregor? What are you doing here?"
"I'm sorry, you left your purse onsite, and I thought you might need it. Your door was unlocked and as you didn't answer the first knock, I thought it would be okay to come in. I apologise. I will leave." He turned on his heel, and she impulsively ran after him, grabbing his arm and making him turn to her.
"Don't leave, Gregor." Her hand was still on his sizeable bicep. With effort, she removed her hand and then swallowed drily. "It's a long journey here, and I thank you for your thoughtfulness, but I couldn't let you go without insisting you stay for at least one drink." What was she doing? She was practically indecent, her hair all a-tumble, her blouse undone to reveal the top of her ash lace bra, and she wasn't even wearing underwear for goodness sakes! But, she was still prepared to attempt the dutiful hostess role, despite her dishevelled appearance. She stuck her chin out a little further and dared him with her eyes to not take her seriously.
"A cool glass of water wouldn't go amiss, thank you." He strode into the kitchen and sat patiently at the breakfast bar, looking for the entire world as if he'd been living here for years. Her plan was foiled; she'd hoped to straighten herself out here while he reclined in the den. But, she would have to improvise.
She swiftly fetched the glasses and placed them before Gregor, two tall, gleaming high balls. Then she returned to the freezer to fetch the ice from the bottom shelf, cursing herself for being lazy and putting it there. She'd have to bend in two to retrieve it, giving Gregor a good view of her rounded ass in the tight skirt. She could feel his eyes on her, and it brought a blush to her cheeks.
Then she went to the other side of the room to reach up for the tall jug, to mix the drink in. She stood on tip-toe, suddenly remembering that she usually stood on a chair to reach it - something she wasn't prepared to do in front of Gregor. Suddenly a hand appeared above her own and easily took the glass jug from it's shelf and placed it neatly in her hand. She turned swiftly and found herself very close to this tall man. Her nose was exactly level with his chest and she was forced to stretch her head all the way back to see his face from this angle.
She knew he had the perfect view of her cleavage and her breasts. Her breath quickened, her skin flushing as it screamed to be touched by him. She was showing much more skin than she ever would at the office, and she could sense that he was struck by her. Things would move rapidly in one of two directions now. They could make a move and something could happen, or they could step apart and act like nothing was between them. But with her body telling her to step forward and her brain telling her step back, she was caught like a rabbit in a bright light.
He swallowed, and she saw his gaze flick to her lips and then her breasts. He took the jug from her hands, knowing he was in charge of this, and put it on the counter behind her. His fingers had been itching to touch her since he'd seen her through the glass door strip those tiny panties from beneath her skirt. He could see in her eyes and could feel with every atom of his being she needed, ached to be touched, but that she was also scared of it. He decided to test her.
He drew one light, glancing finger across the top of her breasts. Her eyes flickered shut for a millisecond and then reopened, while she licked her lips to a brighter red.
She was ready. He took a step closer, encircling her, not with his body so she was still free to escape if she needed, but with his presence. She was brought up short by the counter, her buttocks perched nicely against the edge. He did not touch her still.
"I have often wondered," he murmured, never taking his gaze from hers, "what you wear beneath those teasing skirts." It got the desired effect, her mouth dropped open in a small 'o' of perfection. Without allowing her to respond he bent his head to her and kissed her thoroughly. He wasn't going to let this opportunity pass now he had her.
He felt her slowly relax against him, opening up bit by bit, until she was greedily lapping at his tongue, molding her small frame against his. He held her lightly by the waist and lifted her so she sat on the top. Slowly, as if not to scare her away, he began to trail his fingers down her leg, reaching imperceptibly for the hem. She was so lost in the kiss she barely noticed.
