"I have to find that storage box," I told myself again. It was Friday afternoon and I was working on the third floor in the storeroom, where I had been looking for a box of decorations for the holiday.
"Laney, it's gotta be here somewhere," I thought to myself. I was determined to find it so I could get the office decorated before the weekend.
I would have worn slacks if I had planned this task out beforehand, but it was a last-minute decision. Instead, I was wearing an above the knees pleated skirt for girls' night out with my friends.
I saw no one around to ask, so I tackled the ladder myself, skirt, and all. My foot was on an upper rung as I stretched out to try to look inside a box that wasn't properly marked. It wasn't lady-like, but I figured it wouldn't take long.
Just then, thirty three year old Blake Stanton came walking through the room with his face in his inventory list. He was oblivious to my predicament, but when he started to pass the ladder, he saw my knees at his eye level. Looking up, he got a full view!
At the time, I was unaware of the fact that mylegs and panties were exposed and in full view. Blake stopped, looked up, and froze, unsure of what to do. Nervously, his mind slowly reengaged. He thought, maybe he could back away, and then "cough" to prevent embarrassing me. That would mean he could offer to help, hopefully disarming the situation.
He decided to avoid being caught so close to my panties and moved back a few feet. Then he asked, "Could I give you a hand?"
I adjusted my skirt and saw this ruggedly handsome guy below me. So I used my most feminine tone to say, " Yes, please."
Blake held the ladder but as I started climbing down I lost my balance and started to fall. Quickly, "Clark Kent" swung into action. He moved behind the "falling damsel" and positioned himself to break my fall.
He immediately apologized, but I exclaimed, "No, it's ok, I'm just glad you were nearby to save my butt... which you may have seen!"
"Well, it's very nice to finally catch you, Laney," he said and we both laughed.
"So, Blake, how do you know my name? I'm sure I'd remember if we'd met before."
"Well, you're the gorgeous girl the guys buzz about around the office. I simply asked who they were talking about, and it was you, the girl on the ladder."
Amused I asked with a smile, "Well Blake, besides my name, what else did you ask about me?"
As Blake climbed the ladder to retrieve the box of decorations, he said, "Well, Miss Laney, I asked if you're single, what you do here, what kind of flowers you like, just basic stuff."
"So, when were you gonna talk to me, or ask me those questions?
Blake hesitated, then replied, "Well, I wish I had already. But after I heard your friends talk about how popular you are, and how many guys ask you out.... Well, look, I'm just a regular guy..." (Quickly I stopped him,)
"Hey, you're my hero, right? And maybe there's no one I'd rather go out with than you. Especially since you've already seen more of me than those other guys." Blake blushed a bit, and as I straightened Blake's collar, I said, "How about tonight? I'll be with some of the girls from work and I want them to meet my rescuer, ok?"
Blake couldn't tell if I was playing him, but said, "Well, ok, yeah, sure I'll be there."
( Later that Night: )
When he walked into the pub, Laney saw him looking around for her. He had changed from work clothes to a smart jacket, black shirt, cowboy-cut jeans, and Tekova boots. She stared a moment, then told her friends that her hero had just walked in.
As her friends looked his way, the girls whispered, "Oh my God, Laney, he's a doll!"
Jasmine, a rowdy 32 year old Jamaican babe, said with her sultry accent, "Wow, Laney, if you don't want to ride his face tonight girl, I volunteer!" and the table burst into laughter.
Laney stood up and held her hand out to Blake. When they connected, she gave him a quick kiss, looked into his green eyes and said,
"Hi, handsome. You clean up really nice."
Then she said to her friends, "Girls, this is my hero, Blake Stanton.
Blake, these are my best friends."
He smiled and greeted the other four women; Jasmine, Sophia, Annie, and Erika, who was the youngest in the group.
Well, it was Laney's turn to order drinks for everyone, so she asked Blake if he liked tequila.
"Tequila? he replied, "That's pretty potent stuff, but sure, I'm in if you girls are!"
Sophia quipped, "Be prepared, hero. You know how the song goes, "Tequila makes her clothes fall off!"
Blake confidently said, "As long as it isn't just my clothes falling off, I'll buy the next round!" and again, the whole table laughed. He had made a charming impression on each woman.
A sultry song started and Jasmine asked for the first dance, leading Blake by the hand. Laney casually watched to see if he was a good dancer. As Jasmine danced, she turned and moved her butt against his bulge. She smiled at her friends as if to say, "Oh, yeah, he's hard as a rock, girls!"
Laney felt a slight twinge between her legs at the lusty suggestion. Her mind wondered how he might look naked. After all, she hadn't had sex since she broke up with her boyfriend six weeks ago, and Laney was ready.
Jasmine led him back to the table and fanned herself. It wasn't the room temperature that overheated her. It was the thought of Blake's firm touch ( and his bulge!).
She bought another round, and when the song, "This Is How We Do It," started playing, all five girls hustled Blake out to dance with them. He was self-confident enough to play their game and figured they were just being playful. They danced seductively with him, as Jasmine and the redhead, Sophia, really rubbed their bodies against him to see his reactions.
Another round of drinks made it four ( or was it five ) for the women. Inhibitions were buffered, and the conversation got spicier. Thats when Laney playfully said, "OK, girls, let's play a guessing game. We'll let Blake guess what kind of panties each of us is wearing under our skirt or jeans. If he guesses right and describes the panties in detail, that girl is a winner. Then he keeps guessing around to the rest of us.
Annie asked, "Ok, but what do we win if Blake gets it right?"
Laney said, "Well, what if she gets to take Blake into the ladies' room and do whatever she wants with him for up to 15 minutes? Of course, that's assuming Blake is UP for it," as Laney grinned, looking at his obvious bulge.
The women unanimously agreed. Annie asked Blake if that was ok with him. He smiled and said, "Well.... I guess there are worse ways to have heart failure!" and again, they all giggled.
Sophia offered to buy one more round as they began playing the "guess the panties" game. She was on his left, a voluptuous 29 year old divorcee, and was first for Blake's guess.
