An episodic story of a developing unlikely friendship.
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Tuesday. And she was in the elevator again.
I am building a new home and I have been visiting the designer in her city office almost weekly. Her office is in one of those renovated warehouse buildings with the funky layouts and artistic furniture. There is a small elevator servicing the four floors of the building. My designer has a smaller office on the second to top floor.
When I visited last week I rushed to catch the elevator as the doors were closing and managed to squeeze in next to a stunning tall lady. I noticed her immaculate suiting but didn't really get a good look at her as I turned around and faced the door as is fairly normal on the way up, but I noted she continued to the floor above where I got out.
I've always appreciated a well dressed lady. I have been known to maybe alter my course a little in order to more fully appreciate one who has attracted my attention. Department stores and escalators at lunchtimes in the city can be particularly distracting. I have always been content to admire from a distance simply appreciating a fact that all men should know - that women have the superior shape.
Today must have been dress down Tuesday or something in her office. I had noticed her again as I entered the building this morning and this time she was not dressed in the power suiting, rather she wore a casual jeans style tan skirt combined with a white blouse. The blouse wasn't particularly sheer but being of thinnish cotton I could make out she was also wearing a black lace bra beneath.
I'm sure girls who do this haven't just reached the end of the fresh laundry pile and been forced to make an unfortunate color selection. They know what they are loading up with and what effect it will have on mere mortal males like myself.
As she turned around in the elevator my eyes had been locked on the bra back and I now found myself staring directly at her breasts. I felt foolish as I lifted my eyes to meet hers but she just smiled good naturedly at me. I blushed but did manage what I hoped was a not too goofy smile in return.
As she was standing to the side to let others in, I took the opportunity to try and hide my embarrassment by moving behind her at the rear of the space. Not only did this save me some embarrassment it afforded me a chance to fully appreciate her view from the rear.
A nice shaped rear with no hint of visible panty line as my gaze moved down to the hemline slightly above knee, not too short to sit in any office environment but short enough to let the lower thighs be admired when seated by those who appreciated such things.
As I shifted my gaze lower I began to appreciate the care with which she had coordinated her outfit. I found myself staring at her calves. Not only were they molded by the 2 1/2" heels she was wearing. Not come fuck me heels, just the right height for the office. Enough height to shape the calves and still be perfectly practical for moving around and stunning enough to attract prey.
Her hosiery was also well chosen. Slightly glossy at what I had first thought sheer black, but as I studied more closely, they had this brown undertone that perfectly transitioned from shoe to tan skirt. Gorgeous.
I came back to reality with a bit of a thud as the lift came to a jarring halt. She was addressing me. "Excuse me sir. Did you miss your floor or do you have some other matters that we can help you with here?"
She was beaming a radiant smile at me as I blushed again and started to open my mouth, but she pushed the button for the floor below, followed quickly by the close door button, before I could think up an intelligent retort.
Chapter 2
I did not need to go downtown again for another two weeks and when I did I made the appointment for later in the day.
It was a Monday this time and the weather had been fine and summery. All the young office girls seemed to be out in the parks taking the opportunity of getting some fresh air.
I was a bit early for my appointment so I ordered a coffee from the little cafe near the building entry. It was still quite busy with lunch trade and I struggled to find a seat. Eventually I went outside and found an empty table on the terrace. To my delight it had the added advantage of being in a near perfect position to admire the girls returning to the office.
I happened to be studying a particularly entrancing view of a young woman coming toward me at the moment. The sun was behind her and silhouetting her figure through the thin cotton summer frock she was wearing.
I was so preoccupied that I hadn't noticed another girl circling around looking for a table. Presently I felt a tap on my shoulder.
"Sorry to interrupt you sir, but may I share your table, there are just no other seats available at the moment."
I was startled as I looked up and it was the lady from the elevator. She smiled sweetly at me.
"Ah, yes of course. Here let me move my satchel so you can sit down."
My glance errantly returned to the girl still walking toward us with the sun behind her. My new companion glanced in the same direction to see what was taking my attention away from her. "Oh, I see. I thought you were in deep thought about your house plans. Apparently not." she said with a smile. "How is the house build going?"
"I, ah, how did you know I'm building a house?"
"Just a hunch, I've seen you visiting Jessica on the floor below several times. We meet at the gym and work out together sometimes. In fact I've just come from there. Jess had to leave early to get ready for her next appointment. Perhaps that's you?" She said looking into my eyes, arching an eyebrow.
I forgot about the approaching silhouette that had since passed us by anyway. I looked back into my companion's face noticing the intriguing eye makeup she had applied, realizing it was actually not planned but sort of smudged and her hair was tousled. She had after all just come out of an apparently strenuous workout, but those eyes held mine and had something of a hypnotic effect on me.
I drew back my gaze and let myself appraise her more fully. I started to wonder why I hadn't noticed before. Here gym attire was fairly standard yoga pants and singlet top, but I was appreciating the view nonetheless.
The yoga pants were tight and clung snugly to her and as far as I could tell, if she was wearing anything at all underneath it would be no more than a smallish thong.
As for the top it was a light weight cotton one. Not bra less but apparently she was wearing one of those unstructured bralettes some of the girls who aren't overly endowed sometimes wear these days. It was a very appealing look, I've always been more attracted to neat and pert.
"Do you mind not undressing me with your eyes?" she said.
I looked up at her again, but she was smiling. "Not so blatantly out here in public anyway."
"I have to get back to the office. Perhaps we'll bump into each other again sometime?"
She reached across the table and said "My name by the way is Laura." and offered me her hand.
I noticed as she touched me her nipples started to stiffen and pop against the soft fabrics of her bra and top. There must have been a cool breeze escaping from the door of the air conditioned offices nearby.
"Hello Laura, I'm Arthur." I was starting to feel a little stiffening of my own.
Laura had a firm handshake but instead of breaking off immediately her grip softened toward the end and she trailed her hand off mine very gently squeezing from the base of my thumb down my index finger between her thumb and first two fingers. It was like a gentle stroke, subtle but erotic and my incipient stiffening harden somewhat more.
Chapter 3
The house build was getting close to finished and I realized as I headed into the city offices again that my visits were soon to cease and I was going to miss the quickie chats I have been having with Laura.
After that chance lunchtime encounter in the coffee shop I had bumped into her a few times at various places in the complex and she never ceased to take the opportunity to tease me about being a dirty old man who only came into the city to perv on her.
Occasionally I had the good fortune to arrived just in time to catch her in the elevator and always tried to stand behind her hoping a sudden crush of passengers might push her back into me. I must admit I fantasied about rubbing my groin into her peachy shaped bum.
A few days ago I was lucky enough to again catch her in the elevator, returning from another lunchtime yoga workout. There she stood dressed in her yoga pants and top embellished with a radiant glow of perspiration. We stood silently waiting for some more occupants, but the doors closed and we were alone.
Laura then started mercilessly teasing me with provocative poses and I started to blush again like a schoolboy. At the sight of my face turning pink she giggled and started a little cheesecake dance routine showing me just how flexible she was after yoga workouts.
First it was a twist to the left then a twist to the right, then she lent up against the back wall and swung around to the front pulling down her neckline with a squeaky voiced "Boop boopy doop, boop boop ba doop"
"You do a charming Betty Boop." I said adjusting my own collar to let a bit of heat out as we sailed past my floor stopping at hers. "I must invite you to my next fancy dress party."
She blew me a kiss as she turned and stepped out of the doors.
Chapter 4
It was raining today when I came into the city. Rather than taking the train I had driven and parked in the underground carpark.
When I came down from my meeting and was walking to my car I noticed a back bobbing up and down beside a car and a small anguished growl followed by the ringing sound of a spanner being flung to the concrete floor. The echo rang around the area. I thought I had better walk over to check what the problem was and see if I could be of any assistance.
When I reach the car I was greeted by the most delightful view of a somewhat disheveled Laura sitting on the ground starring at the front wheel of her car with the venom of a snake. I'm surprised the wheel hadn't melted.
She turned to look to see who was approaching and I felt a cut from her glance as she shifted her steely gaze away from the wheel and towards me but her eyes seemed to turn to deep pools of emotion as she recognized me. For an instant I thought she was going to start weeping. She looked so vulnerable I was torn between wanting to look up her skirt and wanting to hug her.
Laura was wearing the jeans skirt again with dark cocoa nylons and the way she was seated on the ground gave me a disarmingly lovely view between her legs. I could just make out a black lace g string under the sheer to waist pantyhose. She burst out laughing!
