The door was slightly open and I let myself into the office looking for my boss. I expected to see him sitting behind the desk waiting for my daily investment management report. The chair was noticeably empty. Instead, looking past the desk, I saw Lizette standing at the window, intently gazing between the slanted blinds, oblivious to my virtually silent entry. I walked to her side and whispered, "What is so fascinating?"
"Oh my, you startled me.... I, um, was just looking outside," she replied caught off guard.
"Into an empty alley?" I asked wondering what could be so interesting. It was not the first time I had found her at this window and at this hour of the day. Sometime she was alone but most often Mr. Jones sat in his chair as she stood behind him at the window sneaking looks outside while he droned on and on. I had always wondered what she was doing, what she found so interesting.
She had been with the company for only a few months and was the bosses' executive assistant. My impression was that she was prim, proper and stern. Always conservatively attired and very business like, I marveled at Lizette's buxom body and incredible legs. Most people knew nothing about her other than she was Mr. Jones' cold gatekeeper, who with a glance could run chills down your spine. "Cold Bitch" was actually the term uttered to describe her.
"Look," she said, pointing out the window.
"Where?" I asked seeing nothing but the junction of two perpendicular fifteen foot wide alleys.
"Across and to the left, one floor down, window on the end," she directed. I was shocked not only by what I saw but by what Lizette was sharing.
"Oh.... I see," I said craning my neck to get the angle, "very nice," I commented realizing the subject of her gazing.
"Uh-huh," she murmured, "They meet every day at the same time. I noticed it soon after I started here. I do not think anyone else knows but me, and now you.... Sometimes, a man joins them. I suspect their affair is illicit, but maybe that is for my own fantasy for self- fulfillment. Everyone loves mystery and intrigue....," she explained. I was shocked by the nature of the conversation we were having- we barely knew each other- "I even named them," she proudly continued, "Mary is the conservative one who is standing up and leaning over. Alice is sitting on the desk top. Mary is the aggressive passionate one. Alice is cold and in control. She looks slightly older, by a few years."From our view, as best I could determine, the two were very attractive professionally dressed business women in their late 30's or early 40's.
"I think they think they are immune from discovery," Lizette volunteered, "This window is the only one in our building from which I have been able to get a view. Below us all the windows are bricked off. We are the top floor and all windows to our left are also bricked. To our right there is no angle within our building for a view."
"Are you sure they want privacy. Maybe they like the slight risk of being seen...," I suggested in a hushed tone.
"You think?" Lizette asked coyly.
"Maybe. Sounds like you watch them on a regular basis. These blinds are not drawn shut and the degree at which they are kept would make it easy for Mary and Alice to know you are here. Has either ever glanced up and acknowledged your presence? Maybe said something to the other after a glance? You may be part of a fantasy they are playing out," I sublimely suggested.
I watched as Mary and Alice passionately embraced. Mary stood attentive, her blouse open and her breasts exposed. Her legs were locked at the knees and her ass slight pushed outward as she leaned forward perched on high heels. Her dress was lifted in the front as Alice ran the palm of her hand across Mary's bush. Alice gently cupped her left breast and offered it to Mary's mouth. As it was offered Mary opened her mouth and ascended from below, her lips raised above her teeth like a sneering shark coming from below to strike its prey, her tongue emerged, the tip flickered back and forth, slapping at the tip of Alice's erect nipple. Mary peered up into her lover's eyes to read her expressions. Alice, her eyes half closed in rapture, seemed to sigh and encourage for more.
Lizette looked me right in the eyes, put her pointer finger across my lips and said "Not a word. Don't spoil this for me. Our secret, alright?"
I nodded affirmatively and we watched the two a bit more. Lizette was called out of the room. She left me alone peering out the window. I stood transfixed watching for a while longer....
That night I lay in bed thinking of what had occurred. I could not get the thoughts of Lizette's voyeurism out of my mind, wondering why she shared the secret with me? I drifted off to sleep thinking of Lizette and how I would have enjoyed bending her over and taking her while she watched Mary and Alice...
Later that night I was roused from my slumber. The room was cold but I chalked it up to the open window and the crisp autumn air. I went to bed alone but sensed the presence of another as I awoke in a confused haze. I thought my girlfriend had let herself in and crawled into bed with me. I opened my eyes. A full moon peering through the slats of the blinds slightly illuminated the room. I turned over and found Lizette sitting on the edge of the bed, still dressed in work clothes. I shook my head trying to discern if I was still dreaming.
"What is going on? Why? How are you here?" I asked in confusion.
She smirked and dangled a key, "Let myself in..."
"But how... why?" I asked.
"Because I could and because I need you," she replied, "Listen to me, I have something to tell you... I've known your thoughts and desires for me ever since we met. There is more to me than you ever imagined. First, you shall NEVER discuss this night or the adventure I am taking you on with anyone. I will deny everything and suffer you for it if you do... I have chosen you to help me. You must unconditionally follow my directions. To do otherwise will be disastrous. Understand?"
"Help you and with what?"
"You must trust me. I can't tell you everything right now... it will all come out later," she began, "You think I am some sexy woman who works in your office who you want to give a good hard screw.... There is more to me. I am a complex, manipulative, cunning, devious, self dealing, under handed, evil woman who gets her way by extortion and seduction," she said as she began removing her jacket and blouse, stepping out of her skirt and removing her bra. She stood dressed only in stockings, garters and high heels- just what I always imagined she would wear for me, just how I wanted her. I craved to touch her, run my hands along her legs, feel their firmness and survey their length, kiss her from ankle to thigh, around the tops of the stocking, touch her sex, cup it with the palm of my hand, insert my fingers, repeatedly push in while tasting her furrow, bury my mouth on her, wet her lips, make them burn with desire, and taste her juices as they flowed over my chin as I ravenously devoured her pussy.
