Whether it was because some members of our team had finally finished their parts or because they just couldn't stay any later, we soon found ourselves alone in the conference room. It wasn't unusual. You knew I was a night owl and had actually started habitually drinking coffee in the late afternoons to be able to keep pace with me. We had a deadline and you knew I would stay as late as necessary to finish the job.
You looked down the hall and watched as Michael stepped into the main elevator. You knew he was the last one to leave and that we were really all alone in the office now. I didn't seem to notice as I was rearranging a few of the final layout pieces on the large table but you knew I was always aware of who was around and what they were paying attention to in a room, especially if that something was me.
I stood back, looking it all over, and then stretched far across the shiny dark wood table swapping two of the tags. From across the table you could see straight down my fitted button up white shirt to my cleavage popping out of my white lace bra. Being on the petite side means having to lean farther than some would need to but you are really enjoying the view so you don't rush over to give me a hand just yet.
I moved around to the your side of the table and leaned over, up on one leg and across to another section of the presentation. From where you were standing in the doorway you had a perfect view of the bottom of my black skirt lifting higher with each of my stretches. You could almost see the white lace panties peeking out. Was I playing with you?
I was going back and forth from tiptoes and you were beginning to really like watching my leg muscles flex as I bounced up to reach a far spot across the table. I turned to you, noticing the growing bulge in your pants and, smiling with a raised eyebrow, said "hey, snap out of it! I need a hand over here."
"Don't you always?" You love flirting with me when everyone's gone for the day because you know I'll flirt right back. We've played this game many times before. Sometimes you eventually get shot down but there are times when you know that a few touches here or there and the right smile are all you need to get me naked. There's something about big projects and tight deadlines that always seems to make me frisky and you are more than willing to stay late to be available to me.
Of course, there's also the problem of needing to finish the work before I'm ready to play so you help move the final few items that I point out and then sit back in one of the chairs that was pulled away from the table. You love being able to sit there watching me circle the table coming to a stop between your chair and the project that all comes together mere hours from now. Even though I'm faced away from you, you can still tell by my deep breath being slowly released that I'm done.
