Helping Alexandra

Fred's first three days back at work were a flurry of emails, phone calls, and meetings as he caught up on what had been happening with his projects while he had been in the Bahamas. First thing Monday, of course, was the weekly staff meeting, where he was pleased to hear that Alexandra had received a lot of response to the release she had sent out two weeks ago.

Ellen, the head of media relations, did most of the talking, since she tended to hog the spotlight. Alexandra did manage to interject a note of thanks to Fred for helping her before he left on vacation. As soon as she could, Ellen cut her off and started talking about another project. Fred glanced at Alexandra, who winked back at him and smiled before turning her attention back to the meeting.

It wasn't until Thursday that Fred was able to relax a bit and even go out to lunch with a couple friends. Late that afternoon as he was reading over some background material, he heard a knock and looked up to see Alexandra.

She was wearing a light yellow skirt that came halfway down her thighs, probably just on the edge of what was allowed in the company dress code. Her light blue blouse fit loosely over her shoulders and breasts, giving her a delicate erotic, though still professional look.

"You look very spring-like," he said as he invited her in.

"Thank you. Since I didn't have any press meetings, I could look a little more relaxed." She sat in the chair opposite his desk.

"Sounds like you had good reaction to your release."

"Yes, and thanks again for your help. I think we were surprised, particularly Ellen. She didn't care much at first, then tried to take over when there was a lot of interest. But Dr. Williamson insisted that I be part of it. I think that pissed her off."

"That was nice of him." He noticed that Alexandra had smoothed out her skirt and spread her legs just a bit, so he was getting a clear view of a triangle of pale pink panties. It was just enough of a show to be in the uncertain zone between obvious and accidental.

"So eventually, she relented and we started working together pretty well. I'm not sure it will last, but it's okay for now."

"I'm glad. I hope it works."

"So, good vacation, huh? Did you go any place you wouldn't talk about in a staff meeting."

Fred laughed, caught off guard by her candor and sudden switch of topic. "Maybe . . . And maybe I shouldn't talk about them with you either."

"Why not? You've seen me naked. That should count for something." She watched him for a second, then burst out laughing. "That was priceless, the look on your face. Your jaw actually dropped open. I've never seen that before."

Even more flustered by her laughter, Fred was trying to find something to say, but couldn't complete any of his false starts. Alexandra raised her hand. "Stop," she said. "I'm teasing, but I do have something to say. I'm not sure how to start. Can I close your door?"

She got up even before he nodded and closed it. She turned the chair slightly to face him. As she sat down, she seemed to lift her skirt a little bit higher, giving an even clearer look up her legs. This was no accident, he thought.

"Now, don't interrupt. I want to get through this, and you'll just make it harder if you stop me or ask questions. Okay?" He nodded, and she continued. "When you dropped me off that night, you saw me in the window and waved. What you couldn't see was that I had my hand on my pussy and was rubbing myself. I said, don't interrupt. I was so horny from the whole experience in the office and on the ride home, that I had to relieve myself, then and there. I was already masturbating when you waved. I stayed at the window until I came, so anybody could have seen me. Then I crumpled onto the couch.

"I lay there, replaying everything that happened, the irritation with your first request, the trepidation of taking off my pants, the embarrassment of taking off my shirt in front of Karen, the thrill of letting you see my breasts, and then the panic and fear and sheer excitement of taking off my panties and being stark naked in front of you. At that moment, all my emotions and sensations were so intense, I was afraid I might pass out right there.

"All these memories got me horny all over again, and I started masturbating, this time sliding my fingers into my . . . Okay, maybe I don't need to go into all the glorious details. All that's really important is that I had such an intense orga- . . . , um, reaction that I blacked out and, I guess, fell asleep.

"The next thing I remember was Jack, my boyfriend, stroking my head and asking, 'Alex, are you okay?' I didn't say anything. I just took his head in my hands and began kissing him hard and deep, pulling him down onto me, and getting him out of his clothes. Pretty soon, he was hard and came into . . . you know. The main thing is that it was intense, more than any other time we've had."

She paused, short of breath and somewhat flushed, whether from arousal or embarrassment, it was hard to tell. She had been squirming in her chair, and Fred was moving around in his, trying to adjust to the stiffness is his own pants.

"When we came to," she continued, "we were lying on the couch, kissing and touching. Finally he asked me where had all this passion had come from, so I told him."

"What?!" Fred started out of his chair. She put up her hand to stop him.

"I didn't tell him your name, I just said that somebody at work had tricked me into taking my clothes off, then drove me home naked. I couldn't come up with any other story that made sense, so I figured the truth was easiest. I was afraid of how he would react, but I couldn't see any way out.

"And he started laughing really hard, so hard, I was afraid he was going to roll off the couch. And then I was offended. I asked, 'Are you making fun of me?' And he said, 'No, no, sweetheart, this is wonderful. I was wondering if I could ever bring this up.'

"It turns out that, in high school and college, he had done the same thing with his twin sister, tricked or persuaded her to flash her body, run naked with the possibility of getting caught. They even continued after college a few times. I got the sense, even on the night before her wedding, when everybody had gone to bed, he persuaded her to take off her clothes and sneak down the hall to his room, where they spent some time. I'm not sure whether they slept together or had sex, but she did have to sneak back to her room naked.

"So he wanted to do the same sort of thing with me. On Sunday, when we went shopping, I wore a loose sundress that fell open whenever I bent forward, and of course I had nothing on underneath. Anybody standing in front of me would see my breasts, my stomach, all the way down to my crotch. At first, he kept this for himself, but then he stood to the side to see other people's reactions. There was a teenage boy I thought was going to faint when he got his first look. He kept trying to get other looks, but Jack ultimately blocked his view.

"This past weekend, we went out shopping and walking around. He had bought me a dress that buttoned down the front. Over the course of the day, he would unbutton different buttons, so sometimes people would get glimpses of my breasts, sometimes the bottom buttons would be undone and the breeze would blow open the lower half. By the time we finished dinner, the only thing holding the dress closed was one button and the belt. On the way back to the car, he pulled me into a dark corner and undid those. Pretty soon, he had taken his cock out and . . . "

Her eyes were closed, and she was biting her lip. She shifted in the chair, then let out a breath and opened her eyes. Her cheeks had grown red again.

"Why are you telling me this?" Fred spoke quietly and looked directly at her.

She seemed flustered and stumbled at trying to find an answer. She put her hands on her legs and pushed down on the skirt, blocking his view of her panties. When she finally looked at him, she looked as though she was on the verge of tears. "I just thought . . ." She started to speak, then her whole body seemed to sag. "I'm sorry, I just thought you'd want to know what happened." Her voice trailed off, and she started to get up from her chair.

"Wait, don't go," Fred said. "I'm sorry, I guess that sounded harsher than I meant it to be. I'm glad you're not mad at me for messing with you that evening. And you seem happy, so I'm glad about that too. It's just that . . . " Now it was his turn to pause and search for words. When she started to say something, he raised his hand, just as she had done earlier.

"You're right, I did go to some nude beaches while I was on vacation, and I did hook up with a couple of women for a few nights. Even as I lay there in the sun, surrounded by naked people, young and old, I thought of you. I pictured you walking across the beach, just as I'd watched you walk down the hall from your cubicle. I'd wonder what you would look like, lying next to me, how your body would shift as you walked or rolled over or went swimming. I imagined spreading suntan lotion on your back. On the flight home, I found myself hoping that you wouldn't be so angry at me that we couldn't be friends, as well as co-workers. And I wondered if I would ever see you naked again. But if I'm just going to be foreplay for you and Jack to have great sex, then I'm not so sure."

Alexandra sat in silence, thinking over what he had said. She smoothed her skirt flat again and began rubbing her hands along her thighs, almost absent-mindedly.

"I guess I did get carried away in telling the story. Too much information. It was like a first draft and needed editing. The truth is, I never stopped thinking about you, either. In the grocery story, I'd imagine you standing there in the soup aisle as I bent over to get something on the lower shelf. Or undoing some of the buttons on my dress."

She frowned and looked straight at him. "I'm not sure this will make much sense. These two weeks have been very important to me. It wasn't just the doctor telling Ellen he wanted me to be the main contact on his story. I pushed for it myself. I stood up to her and didn't let her intimidate me, and for some reason I associate that courage with my having stood naked in front of you Friday night. Somehow, that moment of submission gave me the strength to stand up for myself. Does that make sense?

"So, yes," she continued. "The experience has had an effect on my love life, but there were other benefits as well, and I want to see how they might play out in the future . . . with more such adventures."

"Does Jack approve?"

Alexandra smiled. "I'm learning to stand up for myself in more ways than one. I talked about it with him, telling him this is something I want to explore for myself. He said he understands and encouraged me to push myself. And that's what I want to do with you."

"Why not just do things on your own?"

"What fun is that, if I'm not conspiring with someone else?"

Fred's face lit up with a smile, and he started laughing, a delightful sound after their solemn conversation. The smile and laugh were infectious, and Alexandra's face lit up as well. "You're quite something," he said when he settled down. "You're on. I'm not sure what, but we'll figure something out."

"I'm glad, and now I'm nervous. Suddenly it feels like it might actually happen. What's next?"

"I have no idea. That Friday was just a whim, and I made it up as I went along. I had no intention of getting you naked. It was just that, once we started moving, I didn't stop. So I'll have to come up with some ideas ahead of time. That may take a while."

Alexandra stood up and smoothed down her skirt. "I look forward to hearing from you."

"Wait a minute," Fred said. "Let's set a couple rules. If you don't want to do something and say No, I'll respect that. But if you say No too often, say, three times, then we'll call it off. And we should have some sort of contract that says you're willing to do this and that gives you a way to stop."

"You mean, something written?"

"No, that seems unnecessary." Fred's mind was spinning with ideas, and he quickly grabbed onto one. "How about this? You've been showing me your panties all during this conversation, and I'm grateful for that. As a gesture of your agreement, take them off and drop them into this file drawer, in the back. As long as they are there, it is your agreement that you will let me undress you when I choose. If you decide to quit the game, just retrieve them from the drawer. How's that?"

Alexandra stood at his doorway with her hand on the knob for a moment. After a quick look out the window to the hall, she lifted her skirt and pulled her panties down in one move. She held them up by the strap and stepped over to his desk. He pulled the bottom drawer open, slid the files forward, and she dropped them into the open space.

"They look a little damp," he said with a smile.

She headed back to the door and leaned against it. She was looking right at him, when he noticed her skirt slowly riding up her legs. She was pulling it up with her fingers, a quarter of an inch at a time on each side. His breath got shallower as he watched the hem of the skirt rise incrementally higher, showing more and more leg. Then she paused when she had exposed all of her legs then lifted the front just enough to show the bisected triangle of her pussy. He let out what little breath he had left and looked up at her with a smile. "You've shaved," he said.

"I thought you might like that. Now it's your turn to figure out how to see it again." She let the skirt fall back into place, smoothed it down, then opened the door and headed out, turning briefly to blow him a kiss before she disappeared down the hall.

"This will take some planning," he thought, looking down at the panties crumpled in the back of his desk drawer. "Some serious planning."