Stepping Out

The evening sun cast shadows as it peeped through the semi closed blinds of the living room. Marcy sat curled on the couch mindlessly flipping through the daily mail she picked up on her way into the house. Her mind was miles away turning over her day and reliving the hours of meetings, PowerPoints and meaningless conversations. Day by day it's the same routine, each day blending into the last. She felt a need to shake things up. She felt the need to feel important and to matter. She wanted nothing more than to get some excitement and energy back into her life.

The sundress she wore to work clung to her fit form and she could feel the warmth on her tone legs as the spring sunshine splashed across them. Marcy loved the way the dress hung to her curves and accentuated her figure - testament to her dedication to diet and daily gym pop-ins. Growing up, boys always admired her. While not oversized, her breasts were pert but ample enough for her swimmer's frame.

Today, she wanted to mix things up and be a bit naughty. She wanted to regain some much-needed energy from life and decided to go the day without panties. If nothing else, it'd be a special treat for her husband Tom when he got home. She didn't really think anyone would notice but when she ran to the xerox and grabbed her presentation from the bottom paper tray, she was surprised to see her boss Rob looking at her intently with his piercing blue eyes. She blushed a bit when she realized her dress had bunched up as she bent over, and she couldn't shake the idea that she probably had given him a free show.

Rob kept his gaze as she walked by and Marcy decided that rather than be embarrassed, she wanted to own it. What's the harm, she thought, Rob may be a hard ass, but he is hot, fit and powerful. His eyes consumed her and the whole situation made her feel sexy and feminine.

As she passed, Marcy stood tall and purposely passed Rob unnecessarily close to his body, slightly invading her personal space. To put a cherry on top and assert her control of the situation, she gave him a quick wink from over her shoulder as she headed down the hallway to her office - his eyes following her the whole way.

She shuddered a bit at the thought of how brazen she acted but had to admit she was getting a bit wet just thinking about it. As her mind continued to aimlessly think about Rob and his gaze, her hand involuntarily dropped to her lap, then under her dress before slowly tracing the outside of her exposed pussy lips before slowly and deliberately circling her clit. Lost in the moment, she was suddenly jolted back to reality when she heard the front door open and shut with a bang. She immediately jumped, both startled and embarrassed. She quietly hoped that she had managed to pull her hand back in time before Tom caught sight of her and asked what she was doing.

Tom and Marcy met during college and married young. While at first the passion was palpable, many years and struggles later, they were in a rut. Creative and spontaneous when they were dating, a series of life events seemed to wear Tom down and beat the joy and creativity out of him. Despite original big plans and dreams, he found himself in a dead-end job and seemed miserable but also unwilling or unable to change anything. Some days Marcy couldn't help but think he had simply given up.

Tom worked longer and longer hours over the years and seemed all too happy to hit the road or generally be away from the house. Marcy felt like she was drowning trying to manage the household needs and a full-time job. Overall, they were both stressed and it was as if they lost their ability to connect to one another and reset like they used to.

Breaking the silence and peace, Tom strode into the room and immediately dropped his lunchbox and bag on the table by the couch. After a quick "hi" and peck on the lips, he plopped down and turned the TV on, finding the baseball game he must have been listening to on his ride home.

As he noisily settled in to watch the game, Marcy once again felt ignored and under-appreciated. Here she was looking cute and likely still radiating heat from her earlier excitement and his only focus had been on tuning into a 0-0 ballgame in the bottom of the fourth inning. Realizing he wasn't in the mood to engage, she pushed herself to her feet and made her way to the kitchen to get a late dinner started for the two of them.

As she got to the kitchen, she heard a buzzing coming from the room. Her eyes scanned the room for the source and quickly found her cell phone lighting up buzzing with the ringer silenced. As she picked it up, the buzzing stopped, evidently, she just missed the call. She cursed to herself, realizing it was Rob calling from the office. She cursed again realizing he had already called three times, but she missed them in her distracted daze earlier. She quickly called back, and Rob picked up on the first ring.

"Marcy! Thank God you called back! I was trying to print out the brochure for tomorrow's trade show and the damn file froze. It must be corrupt as I can't get it to open back up now. Do you have a backup you can send me?"

Rob had a bit of an edge to his voice and Marcy could tell he was stressed. She put her hand to her temple trying to recall if she kept the file and suddenly remember saving it to her desktop.

"Not a problem, Rob!" Marcy confidently responded. "It's on my desktop. Do you need me to come back to get it or can this wait till tomorrow?"

Rob sighed before answering, "I hate to ask but can you come back? I need to print out about 100 copies and there won't be time in the morning."

Marcy felt a surge and spark realizing he needed her and that she could be the one to save the day for a change.

"Of course!" she replied. "I'll head out now and be there in 15."

She hung up, grabbed a granola bar for the road and headed for the door. As she walked pass Tom looked up confused.

"Where you headed?" he asked.

"I'm stepping out to head back to office. Rob needs a file from my computer before the end of the night."

"Rob?" Tom rolled his eyes. "Can't that prick get it himself? And, what about dinner?" Tom was obviously annoyed, but Marcy was felt the need to hustle and was in too much a rush to deal with him being patronizing.

"There are some leftovers in the fridge from yesterday. I shouldn't be too late. Love you!" she said as she ran out the house.

Marcy quickly got in the car and headed to the office. As she was turning out of the neighborhood, she almost missed the stop sign on the corner and was forced to slam on the breaks. The sudden jar of the action made her take a deep breath and forced her to collect herself. Why was she acting like she was rushing to save a life. She's doing Rob a favor and if it takes a few more minutes to get there, who cares. Why was she acting like his approval meant so much to her that she would drop everything to come at his beck and call?

Reflecting on this as she drove, she couldn't help but admit to herself that it was because their interaction today unlocked a little something in the way she saw Rob. Always one to command a room and in full control of every situation, he could come off as a bit of a prick and overbearing. That being said, there is no denying he was attractive. Before today, she only viewed him the way one would a piece of art in someone else's house. Nice to look at but not hers nor did she need it to be. After catching him possibly looking her up and down while she wasn't wearing any panties and showing more than she intended, there was a crack in this attainability, and she had to admit it excited her and added a new layer of nervous anticipation into their upcoming interaction alone at the office.

Pulling up to the building, she shook her head thinking how silly she was being. She parked in a spot right up front, gathered her things and headed for the door. From the shadows of the night covered walk to the building, she could clearly see Rob pacing in the well-lit lobby beyond. It was at this moment that she had a thought. She wanted to use this entire situation to her benefit and put the normally unflappable Rob in a position of unease. She wanted to be the one in control for a change.

With that, she stood taller and poked her chest out as she confidently pushed through the front doors and effortlessly walked into the office. She made eye contact with Rob and decided to play a bit.

"I heard you were at a bit of a loss without me" she said with a wry smile as she purposely brushed past him and glanced back while running a hand through her long brown hair.

Then it happened. What she thought was the first hint at a crack in the always stoic Rob's veneer. She thought that as he responded she caught a slight stammer as if he didn't know what to say...that would be a first she thought.

"Um, yes." he said as he seemed to mentally collect himself. "I appreciate you rushing down so late. Tell Tom I'm sorry to blow up your evening. I'll owe you guys a dinner."

Marcy felt a surge of power at the idea that she could shake Rob. She decided to press and see if she could make him squirm a bit.

"That's sweet!" she said with added emphasis. "Tom out of town so often, maybe we'll just have to grab a dinner together if we keep doing these late-night work sessions."

Good, she thought, let's see how he responds to that. Again, she took joy in his uneasiness.

"Sure," he said, adverting her eyes as he walked back leading them to the cubicle Marcy sat at.

Once there, Marcy sat down to fire up the computer as Rob stood behind her. As the screen came to life and she started searching for the file, he leaned over her shoulder a bit to get a better look. She scrolled around and then found what she was looking for.

"Here it is!" she said, excited to find the source file and be the one that solved the problem. As she said it, she turned her head naturally and saw his face close to hers. To her surprise, his eyes didn't appear to be on the monitor any longer. Instead, they seemed to be looking almost straight down over her shoulder toward her cleavage. It was then that she realized the way she was sitting hunched over the fabric from the dress likely provided enough access for him to see straight down it from his angle to get a great view of her chest. She quickly turned around, not wanting to make it awkward but also a bit proud she obviously was turning him on enough to look.

With the quick sneak peak, Rob seemed to regain his confidence and assert himself as the one in control. Rather than acknowledge the situation, he took comfort in the fact that she didn't react to his stare and decided he would press the situation himself. He'd always had a thing for Marcy, but she was married. It wasn't until today when he caught her flashing a bit at the printer then coupled with her actions tonight that he thought maybe she was open to the idea of playing around. If she wanted to play, he knew how to play to win.

Rob continued to hover over her then placed a hand on her shoulder and pointed at the screen. "What about that file?" he asked.

Marcy felt his gentle but firm touch on her bare shoulder, and it was as if electricity passed from his hand to her skin. Rather than move it, as Rob leaned further in, he put more pressure on her back, letting him feel his presence. Then as if planned, he removed his hand, squatted down beside her chair and placed his arm effortlessly around her waist as if to steady himself. "Yeah, that one." he said as Marcy seemed lost in the energy of the moment for a bit and needed to be snapped back to reality.

She looked at the file he was indicating and replied, "that just the Miller file for next week's pitch."

Rob kept his hand on her waist then stood back up. This action allowed him to run his hand up the side of her body without being obvious and again, Marcy felt a shock of excitement. Rob, sensing not to push the boundaries too far backed off and gave her some space.

"Can you go ahead and print out 100 copies of the brochure? If you have a few more moments, maybe you can stick around for a bit and help me staple everything so they're ready for the morning" he asked with a bit of extra sincerity in this voice.

Still a bit flustered by the sudden extended contact with her boss, Marcy began to again feel like that the shy, under-appreciated girl instead of the confident woman she wanted to be.

"Of course" she answered, almost as if in a daze.

"Great!" said Rob. "I'm going to head back to my office so do me a favor and bring the stack of papers by after everything gets printed."

A small smile played on his lips as he turned his back and walked away. Marcy sat there in the quiet, empty office and once again felt alone. Sighing, she hit print and waited for the copies to go through.

As she waited, that energy from before started to build again. She began to get mad as she thought about the night.

"Who is Rob to ruin my night then treat me like a secretary" she thought. She found her resolve growing and as the printer printed the last page, she decided it was time to let her confident side come back out and show Rob he isn't always the one calling the shots. As she picked up the pages and headed to his office she was delighted by the idea of once again making him squirm.

As she approached, the door was open. Rob was concentrating on what looked like a contract in front of him and didn't see her come to the door. She took the moment to pose herself to highlight her toned, tanned legs and arched her back a bit to push her chest out. Once she felt she was ready she gave the door a light tap.

Rob looked up and smiled at the printed pages. "Thank you so much!" he said warmly. It was only then that his eyes took in Marcy as a whole and his smile widened a bit and Marcy almost thought she saw a glint in his eye of both satisfaction and recognition. This made her unexpectedly wet.

Standing there, purposely posing for her boss in an attempt to feel like she was in control by flirting with him, moisture forming in her intimate area, she became acutely aware that in her haste to leave the house she forgot to throw on a pair on panties. At first, this was all just a silly game to her, but it suddenly felt like the air had a weight to it and everything was becoming intensely real. Rob simply continued sitting there taking her in from head to toe in a slow gaze with those deep blue eyes.

After running them both up and down, he locked his eyes with hers and spoke in a commanding but soft voice, "Bring them over here and place them on my desk."

Marcy felt as if she was in a dream. She kept up her act of confidence and made sure that her walk over to him was as seductive as possible without being obvious. She laid the papers next to him as she leaned up against the desk directly to his left side. Her leg was close enough to him that the bare skin of her thigh occasionally grazed his trouser fabric. This simple touch once again sent a shockwave through her body. She felt as if the air was heavy with anticipation.

Rob picked up the stack and thumbed through it. As he did, he looked up at her and said "You know that dress looks great on you. You really wear it well.."

Her heart jumped at the compliment. Emboldened, she again decided to push him.

"Why, sir!" she said in mock shock. "I don't believe that is an appropriate thing for a boss to say to an employee!"

Rob once again eyed her up and down slowly before standing. He looked her square in the eye and pressed further.

"I think it's fine. It would be inappropriate if I said something like you are probably wearing a sexy thong based on the sneak peek you gave me earlier today."

Marcy's heart jumped. She was both elated at the realization that she was right he checked her our earlier but also by the fact she had one on him as he thought she had on a thong. This would be the thing for her to use to assert her dominance and make him blush for a change.

"What makes you think I'm wearing a thong?" She asked coyly. She moved closer to his standing form and leaned into his ear and whispered, "If I'd wear a thong, I'd prefer to wear nothing underneath at all." She surprised herself even by how husky her whispered voice sounded.

Reveling in the moment, Marcy pulled away just as it appeared Rob may break the intense pressure by reaching for her. She bounced toward the door feeling proud to shake him while also sexy and desired. It felt great.

"Where do you think you are going?" he asked in a commanding tone. It still influenced Marcy but not as much as before. This was her game now. She turned back to him before leaving the office. Their eyes locked again and felt herself weaken again for a moment.

"I think I need some water." she said with a smile. "Besides, I need to grab the stapler from the copy room."

She was about to turn again to exit the room, but he wasn't willing to let it stop there.

"Marcy, there is no way I believe you have the balls to go without panties for the day. I'll give you credit that you've got more gumption than I ever could have given you credit for but that is a step further then even I can believe." He said this almost dismissively, almost like a dare.

"I guess you'll never know." She said as she turned. To this day, she doesn't know what made her do it but while exiting and feeling his eyes trying to penetrate her dress, she had a sudden urge to prove him wrong. While going out the door, she quickly used her hand to flip up the bottom of her dress exposing her bare ass for the fraction of a second it took to turn the corner out of the office. There was no way he missed that and there was no way he wouldn't be sure she was telling him the truth.

As Marcy got the stapler, Rob sat back down and thought about the situation. At this point, it wasn't a game anymore for him. He wanted her. He needed her. He wanted to take her in his office and make her say her married pussy was his from now on. Fuck Tom, he thought. That little bitch didn't deserve a woman like Marcy and Rob was going to show her what a real man was like.

Marcy grabbed the stapler and headed back to the office. On her way, she took a moment to take stock of her situation and she realized it was time to call it quits and head home to her office. She came up with a plan to drop him the stapler, make one more undeniable move to make him squirm again before leaving then abruptly leave him alone to do the work, blue balls and all.

As she entered the office, she found Rob sitting again and sorting the printed pages. She walked back to his side as before and stood even closer to him. She cleared her throat and when he looked up, she handed him the stapler. He smiled, took the device and began stapling the brochures. As he did it, Marcy looked on and tried to twirl her hair a bit to give a little school girlish feel to her presence. Rob looked up and saw her. When he did, the stapler fell off the desk and onto the ground. Marcy saw this as her chance and seductively bent over and picked it up before handing it to him.

Rob thanked her and gently placed his hand on her bare thigh giving it a slight squeeze in appreciation. To Marcy's surprise, instead of removing his hand, he left it there and lightly ran his fingers up and down absentmindedly as he continued with his work. Marcy simply watched on, knowing she should stop this now but feeling powerless to do anything.

Rob's fingers slowly made their way up. Every centimeter they crept; Marcy kept assuring herself there was plenty of time to stop things before they got out of hand. As she watched in anticipation, his fingers began the final stages of their march and began to disappear up and under her dress toward her now drenched hole. God, she thought, at this point he will literally feel the wetness coming down my legs.