Helping Alexandra Ch 04

Chapter 4: Mary Jo Joins the Club

Mary Jo tried hard to focus on what her assistant Brad was talking about. She was convinced that he knew that she had nothing on under her skirt, even though logic told her there was no way he could know.

She had met with Fred shortly after lunch for their regular talk about the quarterly medical staff newsletter. They covered the necessary topics in short order, as they usually did, but then she sat there quietly, not moving.

"Anything else?"

She took a deep breath. "I had lunch with Alexandra a while back."

Fred nodded. "About two weeks ago, right."

"She told me about your... secret fun." Fred said nothing, just looking at her. She squirmed and felt nervous sweat on her lips and arms. "I know she said you can't talk about details until I've... made my commitment. But... " Her voice trailed off.

After a moment, Fred said, "You and I have had several conversations about very sensitive matters that required complete confidentiality, and neither of us has ever broken that pact. Whatever you're worried about, you can rely on my silence."

She sat there for what felt like a long time, just staring at him. She wanted to ask him to open his file drawer, but knew he wouldn't. And she remembered that she had walked out of the building with a totally naked Alexandra and waved to him in his car. Finally, she took a deep breath, put her papers on the floor, and stood up. "Can I close the door?"

"I don't see why," Fred said.

She stepped to the doorway, checked the hallways, and came back into the office. With a deep breath, she reached under her skirt, slid her hands up to her waist, and pushed down. It took a little tugging, but after a moment, she pulled the panties to the floor and stepped out of them. Without a word, Fred pulled open his file drawer, and she dropped them in.

"Have a seat," he said as he shut the drawer. "I know that took a lot of nerve. And trust. So, thank you. Did Alex tell you the rest of it? As long as they are in the drawer, we can play games with you. If there's something you don't want to do, you can say no, but if you say no three times, we'll stop. Okay?"

Mary Jo sat in silent amazement at what she had just done. Part of her wanted to grab the panties back out of the drawer and run from the building; another part was very excited at what might happen. At the same time, the analytic part of her brain was churning with questions. "Is that if I say no to a whole project or just to one part of it?"

"I don't know. That's never come up. You're part of the rules committee now. Why don't we make that rule when we need to?"

That made her chuckle on her way back to her office. There were three of them, so far as she knew, and already a committee.

Back at her desk, though, she began worrying that her secret would be discovered. Every time somebody looked at her or called her name, she checked that her skirt was still in place. Ridiculous she knew, since she was behind a solid desk and the skirt reached almost to her knees

After her meeting with Brad, where she thought she must have seemed very distracted, she stayed at her desk working. Around 5:15, as some of the staff began leaving, her phone rang. It was Fred.

"How are you doing?"

"Okay." After a pause, she chuckled. "It feels weird to have nothing on down there. I was sure everybody knew. Stupid, I know."

"Sounds like a normal reaction. Are you at your desk?"

"Yes."

"Slide your skirt up so your legs are bare."

She got a sudden chill at the uncertainty of what might happen, but slid her skirt up anyway.

"Make sure you pull it all the way up, so your butt is on the chair. Now run your fingers along your legs. How do they feel?"

Her breath got shallow as she ran her fingers along the top of her thigh. She kept her eyes on the staff still outside her office, but nobody looked her way.

"It feels nice. A little scratchy maybe. I guess I need to shave."

"What part of your leg are you touching?"

"The thigh, the top part."

"Move to the inside of the thigh. How does it feel?"

"Softer. Smoother," she said after a brief silence.

"Now move your hand to the top of your thigh and the space between. Tell me about that."

Mary Jo giggled quietly before answering. "It's furry."

"And the soft tissue beneath the fur?"

There was silence, then a quiet moan. "What was that?" Fred's voice was quiet and deep, more like a voice inside her head than on the phone.

"The nub," she whispered with a sigh.

"Your clitoris?"

"Mmm hmm." She heard him breathing as she stroked herself, running her fingers over the folds of flesh between her legs. She kept mostly silent, with occasional gasps, as she stroked circular motions over her labia, getting wetter and looser with each stroke.

"Not too loud," the voice in her ear told her. "And careful how you're sitting. You don't want your staff to think there's anything strange going on." She quickly sat up straight and looked through the window of her office. Everybody seemed to be looking at their desks and paying no attention to her. She shifted her position to look more natural, but kept her fingers on her pussy.

"Everything all right?" Fred's voice echoed in her ear.

"A few have already left, and a couple others seem to be getting ready."

"So you have time to slide a finger inside?"

She gasped. She kept her eyes focused on the office and slowly slid her middle finger down, then up inside herself, till she had two knuckles inside the warm, wet confines. "How long has it been?" she thought as she slid the finger slowly in and out.

"Are you there?" Fred's voice rumbled in her ear, soothing even as it was commanding.

She suddenly straightened up and looked out her window. The last staff members were all getting up to leave, and Bradley seemed to be heading her way. She pulled her finger out.

"What's going on?" the voice in her ear asked.

"Everybody's leaving, and Bradley's coming over to say good night, as he often does."

"Just stay calm, pretend you're talking to somebody about work. Maybe take some notes, and just wave to him."

She reached for a pencil just as Bradley got to her door, then realized she didn't have any paper nearby. She smiled at him and waved, indicating she was on the phone. She was sure he could see that her two fingers were wet and that he knew what she was doing. He just waved to her and headed out. When she heard the door close, she exhaled loudly.

"All gone?" Fred asked.

"Yes," she said with great relief.

"Then get back to where you were."

She slid two fingers back inside her cunt and began stroking. With nobody in the office, she rolled the chair back from her desk and leaned back, letting her legs spread wider. She moaned gently as sensations rolled through her body, building in intensity. She heard Fred's voice quietly say, "I'm going to leave you on your own. Have fun." Then the phone disconnected, and she let hers fall from her shoulder.

She touched her clit with her other hand and began rubbing in sync with her thrusting. As the waves of passion intensified, her body curled and tightened in the chair, and the stroking got faster until everything seemed to explode within her. With each spasm that rocked her body, she let out a small yell.

As the orgasm subsided, she lay back in her chair, pushed away from her desk. At some level of consciousness, she knew that she was totally exposed and that, if anybody walked in, she would be embarrassed, humiliated, and probably fired. At the moment, though, she did not care. It had been too long since she had done anything like this, and she was relishing the sensations of every nerve in her body.

She gradually became aware of the moisture along her legs, particularly as it cooled in the air. She also heard the unhooked phone beeping from the floor. She realized she should dry herself off and not leave any stains on the chair. She also did not want to stain her skirt, though it was black, so who would notice?

In his office, Fred had hung up the phone when Alexandra came in.

"Am I interrupting anything?"

"Just a brief conversation with Mary Jo." Alexandra looked at him quizzically. "She has joined our club."

Alexandra smiled. "And you were initiating her?"

"That's as good a way to put it as any. Like I told you early on, I make it up as I go along." He noticed that she was wearing a light summer dress, more suited to a weekend than work. "You've changed clothes since I saw you this morning."

"This is my traveling outfit. Jack's picking me up shortly. We fly out tonight and board the ship tomorrow. Back in ten days after cruising the Mediterranean."

"Have fun. I'll expect full details when I return."

"I'll expect the same from you." She turned. "I've got to go."

"Do you have anything on under that?"

"I thought you'd never ask." She pulled the skirt up along her thigh, showing a stretch of bare leg all the way up to her waist. No sign of anything more than skin. Then she moved the opening toward the front till he got a full, unobstructed view of her totally bare pussy. They both smiled as she let the skirt fall back in place.

"Can I get a rear view before you leave?"

"You are a naughty boy." She turned and bent over, then lifted her skirt to give him a view of her butt and pussy lips.

"I don't know if I've ever told you before. You have a cute butt. I expect to see it fully tanned by the time you get back."

"My goal is no tan lines," she said as she stood up and fixed her skirt before turning and heading out. He watched her skirt flip back and forth all the way down the hall. Then he got back to work.

The next day, Friday, he called Mary Jo and said they should have lunch on Monday. Mid-morning on Monday, he called and said, before lunch, she should go into the bathroom and take off her bra, then meet him in the lobby at 12:30.

When they stepped out of the building, he told her to unbutton the jacket and undo the top three buttons of her blouse. Her eyes grew wide at his instructions, but she followed through without quibble.

They walked a few blocks to a nearby tavern and got a corner table. He had her take off her jacket and sit with her back to the restaurant, while he took the indoor seat. After they had placed their orders, he quietly told her to undo two more buttons. She bit her lip and looked from side to side, then did so. "Pull it open a little," Fred said and smiled at the shape of her breasts.

They talked generally about things they had heard about from other departments, the weather and vacation plans, and even some talk about how baseball games interfered with traffic. When the waiter had cleared their plates and left the bill, he leaned forward and said, "Pull one side of your shirt open, so I can see your whole breast." Her face grew red, but after a quick look to either side, she moved one hand to the open blouse and pulled it aside about an inch.

"Further, so I can see your nipple," he said quietly. Her face grew redder, and she looked as though she might start to cry, but she pulled the blouse further to the side until the brown nipple was in full view. He smiled. "Very pretty. Thank you. Now cover up. The waiter's coming back."

When they got ready to leave, Fred said she should do up all but the three top buttons.

They walked in silence for a block, then Fred said, "I know you'll close up your shirt and jacket when we get back to the office. Keep the bra off, and when it gets quiet in the afternoon, take your jacket off and unbutton the top three buttons. Leave it that way till everybody leaves, and when you head to your car, don't button the jacket and open two more buttons from the shirt."

She nodded, and they walked a couple more blocks in silence. Just before they crossed the street to the office, she asked, "Will you check up on me that I do all of these things?"

"No. I trust you, and I'll ask you about them the next day, and I know you won't lie to me."

She buttoned up her shirt and closed her jacket, then they headed across the street and up the stairs to their office building.

On Tuesday, he asked about a dress he remembered that buttoned all the way up the front and told her to wear it on Wednesday with pantihose, but no panties. They would have lunch again, and she would take off her bra before leaving the office.

This time, they ate at another restaurant further from the office. After they had ordered, he asked if her pantihose had a gusset in the crotch, blocking any view of her pussy. When she said yes, he gave her a small pair of scissors and sent her to the bathroom to cut it out. "Bring it to me when you come back. And unbutton your dress from the second button below the belt on down. Plus four from the neck down."

When she returned, the dress opened with each step, showing off most of her thighs, and the valley between her breasts made it clear that she had nothing on there either. After lunch, they went into a bookstore. After they had made their way into one of the rear corners, he told her to unbutton her top all the way down to the belt.

"Now pull it open, so I can see both of your breasts." She bit her lip as she did so, and he smiled. They were round and full, topped with brown nipples, and sagged a bit with age, but they were lovely to look at. "Beautiful," he said. "Just beautiful."

She blushed, and she did up the bottom three buttons. They were starting out of the store when she stepped behind him. "That's Doctor Skinner and a couple others. I can't let them see me."

"Of course you can," Fred said and stepped to her side. "Let's go say hi."

They walked over to the rows where the doctors were looking at biographies. "Dr. Skinner," Mary Jo, trying to sound as casual as she could.

It took a second for him to recognize her and say hi, then he did somewhat of a double-take at the sight of her cleavage.

"Mary Jo, hi, I'm Dr. Alberts." The elegant woman extended her hand in greeting, and Mary Jo shook it, giving her breasts a shake in the process. "We're trying to help Dr. Skinner find a book for his nephew. He's interested in biography. Any suggestions?"

Fred introduced himself and asked a few questions about the nephew's interests. When he found out the boy had applied to West Point,he suggested some military biographies. "My older brother is a big military buff, and here are some of the recent ones I remember him talking about."

After a few more minutes, Fred and Mary Jo headed out, leaving the doctors on their own. "Dr. Skinner and that other guy, Dr. Michaels, never took their eyes off my breasts."

"Dr. Alberts seemed quite appreciative as well, though maybe not as blatantly," Fred added.

When they were at the corner to their office, he said, "Between three and four this afternoon, when things get quiet and you're at your desk, unbutton the lower part of the dress all the way to the belt, so you're completely open. Pull it up, so your bare butt is on the chair. Then stroke yourself gently till you have a little orgasm. Nothing major, just enough to brighten your spirits."

"And then?"

"Nothing. Just enjoy yourself."

They went back to work.

For Friday, he told her he wanted her to wear a wrap-around skirt that was shorter than what she usually wore, along with a somewhat tighter blouse than normal. When he saw her that morning, she seemed like a different person and was attracting a number of double-takes from others. The skirt was only an inch or so shorter than her usual outfits, but even that difference was noticeable. Her blouse and shirt were also a brighter color than she normally wore.

In the middle of the afternoon, he called and told her to pull the tails of her blouse out of the skirt and to unbutton the bottom two or three buttons. He saw her a bit later and found that this had exposed a bit of skin above her skirt, just enough to show it off without being extravagant. "Nice work," he whispered to her as he passed by. She giggled and blushed slightly.

A little after five, as her staff was leaving, her phone rang. She knew it would be Fred. "When your staff is gone, unbutton your blouse entirely, then come up here. Take the steps."

She watched the staff leaving, both impatient for them to go and nervous about what she would have to do. Bradley came in to wish her a good weekend and talk about what he had coming up next week. She nodded. He could have told her he was going to rob a bank, and she would have just nodded.

Finally, he left, and she undid all the buttons on her blouse. She did a quick turn to see what the breeze felt like on skin that had not been bare in the office before this. She fingered the edge of her bra cup, feeling the skin underneath, and wondered whether she should take it off. But he hadn't told her to yet, so she would wait for instructions. She was pretty certain how she would end up, just not sure how she would get there.

She opened the main door of her office suite and listened carefully. Once she was sure there was nobody around, she moved quickly toward the exit to the stairs. She was partway up when she heard some voices. She froze, but then figured out they were below her and going down. She continued up the remaining two flights to his floor, then cautiously opened the door and listened. When she was sure she was alone, she stepped and crossed over to the door leading to the communications department. As she walked down the hallway, both her fear and her excitement increased as she approached his office.

Then there he was, sitting at his desk, apparently absorbed in work. "Hi," she said quietly as she stood in the door.

"Hi. Come in," he said warmly. She stepped in and stood rather awkwardly as he looked at her. "That's a nice bra," he said after a few moments.

She ran her fingers over the edge of the bra cup and saw that her nipple was getting hard. "I bought it last night on my way home. It's not my usual style. In fact, I bought all of this last night, except the shoes." She ran her hands along her stomach to the waist of her skirt. "The bra and panties are a matched set." Her face went red, and she turned her head with a kind of awkward smile.

"May I see? Can you undo the skirt?"

She fumbled with the one button for a few seconds till she got it loose, then had even more difficulty with the one inside the skirt. But she finally got it undone, and the skirt fell open, revealing the matching lime-green panties. Her hips were thicker than Alexandra's, to no surprise, and she had a slight roll of belly flat resting on the waist of the panties. Her thighs were a bit thick, but in proportion to her hips, and they looked well muscled and firm. Her skin showed a few signs of age, but not enough to get in the way of her overall sexiness.

"Very nice," Fred said. "Can I see the other side?"

As she turned around, she said, "They're cut kind of short." The back only covered about half of her butt cheeks. "Very nice," he repeated. "Have a seat. You can toss your skirt onto the other chair in the corner."

At first, she looked as though she did not want to let the skirt go, but she tossed it and sat down. The skirt landed on the chair, then slipped to the floor.

"Don't cross your legs," Fred said, as she started to do so, "I never asked you about Wednesday afternoon. How did it go?"

It took her a moment to realize what he was asking, then she giggled nervously. "Right. Around a quarter to four, I figured things were winding down, so I unbuttoned the skirt all the way to the belt. I had already left it open from the knees down. I spread the two panels wide open and pulled them up so my butt was on the chair. At first, I just enjoyed the feeling of the air on my... my pussy." She seemed a bit embarrassed at using the term..

"After a while, I put my hand down in my lap and started stroking circles around my labia, my pussy lips. I used my left hand because I was writing some notes with my right. It was a light touch, and every now and then a little wave of pleasure would make itself felt. Sometimes, I'd have to stop writing as more than one wave would move through me. And my eyes went out of focus a few times. But I did keep writing.