This had started out to be one of the worst days of my life. It was one of those typical 'if there's anything that can go wrong, it will' days. It was Monday and I forgot to turn on my alarm so of course I overslept. Then, of course, after I got in the shower, I discovered the empty shampoo bottle and the new one was still on the counter, out of reach.
In my frantic rush to get dressed, my blasted nails ruined two pairs of black stockings before I was able to successfully pull a pair on run-free. I cursed my boss and his old-fashioned dress code. Then of course, my decision to skip making my coffee at home came back to bite me in the form of a stain on my shirt. And it was disgusting drive-thru coffee, so it wasn't even worth the stain. At least once at work, I could button my rose-pink jacket over my pale shirt so you couldn't see the stain.
One thing I didn't notice, was that the garter belt I chose for the day showed its outline through my matching, rose, tightly-fitted skirt. I hate pantyhose, so stockings with garters were my little private compromise. At least they had the benefit of making me feel sexy for having to wear them. Thanks to my rush of getting dressed, I didn't pay attention to the frills on the garter and now everyone at work was going to know my secret, even though I wasn't aware of my blunder.
My jacket was short, only coming to the waist of my skirt. I thought it was a cute, chic outfit that showed off my legs. I even wore my three-inch, pencil heels to make myself feel better about the day. I finally had a moment to breathe in the elevator ride to the eighth floor and I took a moment to check myself in the mirrored wall.
I'd pulled my shoulder length, dark-blond hair into a pony tail to save time and only had one loose tendril of hair hanging out. As I tucked it behind my ear, I noticed smudged lipstick on my full, pink lips. A quick fix there, a swipe at the flake of mascara under my green eyes and I felt I was ready for the day. Finally.
When the door to the elevator opened, I hurried across the hall to the my office. Pushing open the door, I threw a smile at the receptionist. "Good morning Glenda. Are the guys in yet?"
"Hey, Melanie. Only Steve and Todd are in so far. Jack and Jacob are in court already."
"Did Jacob get the brief I typed up?"
"Sure did. Although, I believe Jack left you something to work up for him."
"Thanks. Let me know if Mr. Collins calls, I have the information he needs."
Glenda gave me a quick nod and I headed for the room that I worked in. Amazingly, I was the only paralegal that had arrived and had the place to myself. I'd worked for the lawyers Garmon, Garmon, Peterson and Thacket for three years. I'd outlasted every other paralegal hired and now had the senior position.
Three of the lawyers were incredible asses, but Todd was okay. In truth, he was probably the only reason why I was still there. He was the only one able to give a kind, encouraging word instead of harsh criticism. He was also the youngest and rather cute- even if he did have a bad habit of marrying utter bitches that divorced him after only a few months.
On my desk was a big pile of instructions from Jack. In typical lawyer fashion, he had abominable handwriting. The paralegals were expected to decipher it and follow the instructions to the letter. It took several minutes of squinting at the notes before I figured them out. Gathering up my notepad and pens, I headed for the law library.
My high heels clicked on the tile floor as I hurried down the hallway. The law library was quite a large room, ringed completely with shelves of books. There was an unknown system set in place long before I arrived as to the way the books were grouped on the shelves. Only time allowed a person to figure it out (somewhat) and luckily I had done that fairly well already.
It took only a short look before I found what I needed on a bottom shelf. As I was bending down to get it, I heard footsteps come into the room and stop abruptly. Looking over my shoulder I saw Todd standing in the doorway. The book I wanted was wedged in tight and it took a bit of a struggle to pull it out.
I didn't notice that Todd stood staring at my rounded ass and the outline of my garter under my rose skirt. I also didn't realize that he held his briefcase in front of him to hide the boner he got from taking in the view. Once I had the book free from the shelf, I turned to face him giving him a booby shot down the front of my shirt as well. "Hi there. Need something?" I asked innocently.
Todd blushed. I was totally blown away. What had I said to cause that? "Uh, I need the Anderson files. We go to court this afternoon."
"Oh sure. I have it ready." I set the book down on the table and headed for the door to go back to my desk to get the file. Todd still stood in the doorway and didn't move. We stood awkwardly for a minute before I mumbled an 'excuse me.'
Todd blushed again and hurriedly stepped back. He followed me to my desk and waited while I picked the files out of a holder on my desk. I slid them together into a larger file case and handed it to him.
"Thank you." He stood staring at me. "You look very nice today," he finally managed to say.
"Oh. Thank you. I was running late this morning and was afraid of not meeting Mr. Garmon's standards." I pulled at my jacket a bit. Todd had never seemed to pay much attention to me before, so this was very unusual.
"No, you look really good." He smiled at me before turning and leaving my office.
At his smile, my stomach gave a flutter. That was really new. His compliment and my reaction to it were unexpected. Frowning, I was afraid that this was a bad thing. He was one of my bosses and having feelings for him was simply not allowed.
Shrugging it off, I went back to work. The other paralegals made it in and we all worked steadily. Monica was a friendly, plump brunette and Sharon was a gray- haired grandma that threatened to quit at least once a day, making Monica and I wish she'd just do it already. Monica and I got along just fine and we both disliked Sharon, so it all worked out.
I felt like I'd put in a full day before lunch time finally rolled around. Even though Monica and I headed out at the same time, somehow I ended up in the elevator alone with Todd. He leaned back against the wall with his arms crossed over his rather nice chest and stared at me.
I was starting to feel self-conscious and squirmed a bit under his scrutiny. Nervously brushing a hand over my hair and tucking in the loose strand I asked, "Is something wrong?"
He gave me a wicked smile before answering, causing some seriously cute dimples to flash in his cheeks. "How long have you worn garters to work?"
My eyes grew huge and I could feel my face turning bright red. Struggling to remain calm I leaned back against the wall and mirrored his pose. "Who says I wear garters?"
Todd chuckled and looked pointedly at my skirt. "You do."
Frowning, I looked down and could now clearly see the outline of my garter belt under the snug skirt. Closing my eyes I cursed quietly and viciously and then frantically prayed for the elevator doors to open and let me escape. Instead the elevator stopped at another floor and picked up two more women. To make more room, Todd moved from his spot against the wall and stood beside me.
I whispered as quietly as I could, "Is my choice of underwear a problem for the firm?"
Todd leaned in close and I caught a whiff of expensive, musky cologne. "Not at all. I quite enjoy wondering about your underwear."
Tingles shot through my body and my pussy was immediately wet. Here was the cutest lawyer of them all very obviously flirting with me. I also knew perfectly well that his last divorce was final only two weeks ago since I had typed the damn thing up. Which also meant I knew how much the ex-bitch was getting paid from him each month.
Thankfully, the elevator stopped at the lobby floor and we all exited. I met up with Monica and we grabbed a quick lunch before heading back to work. I spent most of my time squeezing my thighs together, seeking some little relief from the fires Todd had started.
It was very late in the day before I saw him again. Everyone else had left for the day and I was in the law library alone, trying to finish up gathering the information Jack needed. When Todd walked in, my pussy seemed to automatically gush a bit of juice and I knew I was in trouble.
He closed and locked the door then came over and leaned against the table, just watching me for a minute. Finally I couldn't stand it anymore and looked up at him questioningly. He only smiled that killer smile with the dimples and I squirted a bit more cream into my panties. Reaching out he plucked the pen from my now nerveless fingers and using it to mark my place in the book, slid everything further down the table.
Taking my hand, he pulled me from my chair and into his arms. He pulled me close, his hands rubbing up and down my back, one sliding down to give my ass a squeeze. Closing my eyes and nearly moaning I whispered, "Mr. Thacket I don't think..."
He shushed me with a kiss. My toes curled in my black high heeled shoes and my heart raced. Oh god, the man could kiss. His firm lips moved over mine, his tongue flicking out to lick and taste me. I shuddered and surrendered, opening up to meet him. My arms wrapped around his neck and I pressed tight against him.
