Mary didn't like to admit it even to herself, but she had been extremely turned on by her little display on the motorway bridge, and once inside the privacy of her own lounge, her fingers immediately went down to her pussy. She wasn't surprised to find her inner thighs already wet with her juices. She groaned as she thrust two fingers deep into the warm wet pussy. She fell back onto the sofa slowly pleasuring herself.
She knew this guy, whoever he was, was getting to her. It had been a little scary out there on the bridge, but it had also been exciting. She still couldn't work out who he was, and she wondered how long things would go on. But for the moment, secretly, she didn't want them to stop.
The following morning the mobile rang while she was still in bed. With some apprehension she picked it up from the bedside table.
"Good morning, Mary," the now easily recognizable voice spoke in her ear. "I hope you slept well. I bet you enjoyed yourself when you got in, didn't you? Did you use your fingers like last time, or have you a plastic friend?"
Mary did not speak. She just listened. It didn't seem to bother him that she did not speak to him.
"I thought we might have some fun at work today. That's why I've rung you so early. I don't want you to wear any underclothes at work today--just your blouse and skirt. You can of course wear your jacket. I wouldn't want your nipples to show to everyone because I'm sure they will be hard all day. I bet the thought of you wearing nothing under your clothes will keep you turned on all day. Oh, and by the way, don't think you can cheat me. I will be checking up on you during the day."
The phone went dead. Mary slipped out of bed and made her way to the shower. As she soaped her body, she was already feeling a little aroused by the thought of what she was going to have to do. Underclothes were part of a woman's wardrobe. You felt restrained by them; it was certainly going to feel strange without them. After her shower, she stepped into her skirt and slipped her arms into a fresh blouse. It felt exciting to feel her nipples rubbing against the crisp white cotton, and it felt strange and somewhat indecent not wearing any panties.
Yes, he had been right. She could tell that as soon as she started to drive into work. It was a peculiar feeling, almost as though she were naked. She could feel her unrestrained breasts move with every bump in the road, the already erect nipples rubbing up against the cool cotton of her blouse. By the time she reached work, she knew she was already starting to feel wetness between her thighs.
Once in the privacy of her office, things were a little easier, although it was a constant reminder every time she got up and walked about the office. As the day passed and he didn't ring, she began to think he was not going to contact her, but it was just after four thirty when finally the mobile rang. She clicked on the earpiece.
"Good afternoon, Mary. How are you feeling? Excited, I would guess. Have you managed to keep from dipping in your fingers?" She could sense he was smiling. "Now I want you to go downstairs to the basement where you keep the archives. You have ten minutes; then I will ring you again. Okay, off you go. If anyone inquires, tell them you need to look for an old file."
Mary rose from her desk and left her office. She smiled at Christine, her controller. "Need to go down to archives."
Christine smiled and looked at her watch. "It's nearly home time. Take care down there. It's untidy and dusty; the place could do with a good clean."
Mary took the lift down to the basement. She swiped her card through the lock. It clicked and the door slid back. The place was dimly lit as the high shelves of documents obscured the lights. She walked slowly down one of the rows. She wrinkled her nose; the whole place smelled musty. The place itself was quiet with only the buzz of the air conditioning and she jumped when her mobile went.
"It's a bit dusty down there, isn't it? Right. Well, let's see if you have done as you were told. Walk to the end of row C and on the table you will find a small lap top. It's already switched on and it's got its own web cam."
Mary slowly made her way down to row C, and there on a small desk was the lap top. The small illuminated neon showed that the web cam was on. The screen was lit up and she saw the dark silhouette of a man; well, it looked like a man. The only thing she could see was the short hair. She did not recognize the shape.
"Just stand where you are, Mary, and lift your skirt up around your waist."
Mary looked quickly around her making sure she was alone. She hitched up her skirt, holding it up to her waist, displaying her bare pussy to the small computer. She felt rather foolish.
"Very nice, Mary," the voice in her ear said softly. "I'm so glad we are communicating."
She dropped her skirt, wondering what was coming next.
"I want you to take down one of those boxes off the shelf behind you." She turned around and saw the filing boxes he was speaking about. She reached up for a box and was surprised to find it felt empty. She placed it on the desk beside the lap top.
"Now I want you to remove all your clothes and put them into the box."
"I can't--not here," she gasped. "Anyone might come in."
"You will have to risk that. Now be a good girl and do as you are told."
Her shoulders slumped. She knew there was no point in arguing with him. Resignedly she started undressing. She had removed the lid from the box and was placing her discarded clothes inside it. At last she stood there in just her shoes.
"I think the shoes as well this time."
She took the shoes off and placed them in the box.
"Now replace the top and put the box back on the shelf. "
Again she followed his instruction.
"You look very sexy, Mary, naked in this dusty old cellar. I see your nipples have already perked up; that's exciting! Do you feel excited standing there naked knowing that at any moment someone might walk in?"
Mary actually did feel excited and a little frightened. Yes, he was right; anyone might walk in at any moment. She could feel her heart thumping.
"Now I want you to walk away from the desk. Walk down the aisle towards the door."
Mary looked at the box on the shelf containing her clothes, and slowly she began her walk towards the door. She was about halfway down the aisle when she was shocked to hear the door click as someone swiped their card in the lock. She was frightened; who could it be? She looked around for a place to hide and darted behind some shelving. She heard the sound of voices.
God, she thought, there must be two of them. She slowly eased aside the files on the shelf. She needed to see who they were and where they were going. She recognized them straight away. It was the two young guys who worked in the post room.
"God, it stinks rotten down here," she heard one of them say. "Let's get the boxes he's asked for and get out."
From her hiding place she watched as the two guys walked down the row towards where the desk was.
"Someone's left a lap top on the desk here and it's switched on," she heard one of them say.
"I guess someone must be working on something down here. I'd leave it alone," the other one advised.
Then she heard them moving boxes. "You take these two and I'll take the others and let's get out of here. It's almost clocking off time."
She watched as they carried the boxes down the aisle and out through the door. She heaved a sigh of relief when the door finally closed.
"That was a close call," the voice in her ear said. "What would you have done if those two had come across you? I'm sure they would have loved seeing you bare arsed; it would have made their day."