This story follows on from "A day at the office" so you may wish to read that first.
Jonathan drove back to his flat in a daze, stunned at what had happened that day. When he got home he went straight to the bedroom, threw his clothes on the bed and stepped in to the shower. As the hot water relaxed him he ran over the events in his mind with an increasing feeling of disbelief that he had allowed himself to behave as he had. He was in no doubt he had abused his position as her Manager.
The more he thought it through, the more he started to feel that he had made a fool of himself. How he could he have allowed himself to be talked in to stripping in front of one of his staff like that and why had she encouraged him? Mind you, he thought, as he soaped between his legs, she got carried away a bit herself, but surely that was just taking advantage of her? He was starting to get turned on again, but was quite sore from where Lucy had rubbed her stocking feet on him and so reluctantly he stopped.
That night Jonathan slept badly becoming increasingly concerned about his position with the Company. It had started with her accusing him of minor voyeurism because he stared at her legs as her skirt rode up when she sat down. What could he be accused of now? Were there security cameras, no, no he was sure there weren't? What if someone had come in? How did he get himself in to this mess?
Another thing, he had enjoyed it just a little bit hadn't he, why did it feel so good being looked at naked? The feeling of vulnerability and exposure was quite exciting, it was revealing exhibitionist tendencies he did not know he had. He had often envied women their ability to attract men just by using the visual sexual power of their bodies for instance by wearing a tight top or high heels. Did some women feel the same and enjoy looking at a man's body, his shoulders maybe, perhaps his thighs, or his buttocks and possibly even his penis? What was he turning in to?
When morning finally came Jonathan was feeling exhausted, his nerves were frayed from a confusing sexual tension mixed with a lack of sleep, and most of all worry about what would happen at work. He felt humiliated and embarrassed, there was no way he could go in to work today, he decided to ring in sick.
When he telephoned the office, a young intern called Anna answered. He groaned inwardly, Anna was renting a room in Lucy's top floor apartment, he prayed Lucy had not told her about yesterday. If she had Anna gave no hint of it though.
"Poor you Jonathan, I should tuck yourself back up in bed with a nice hot water bottle, maybe see you tomorrow." was all she said.
He decided to clear up the flat to take his mind off everything and then try to get some sleep. After that he guessed he would have to start looking for a new job, he didn't think he could face seeing Lucy again or risk a complaint.
Lying in bed later he was dozing comfortably vaguely dreaming about yesterday and being nude, his hands drifting down his body and lazily playing with his cock, when the phone rang. He answered half asleep with the other hand still slowing travelling along the length of his shaft.
"Hi Jonathan, it's Lucy, please don't put the phone down"
He sat up in bed quickly releasing his cock. "Oh .... Hi" was all he could muster, his shame and embarrassment quickly rising to the fore, not helped by the fact that he was once again playing with himself, it was like she was telepathic.
"I hope you are OK" she said, "tell me you are not staying away because of yesterday? If so please don't worry I won't say anything, nor do I want it to come between us. Promise me you'll come back to work soon and we can carry on as if nothing ever happened"
"Well....OK I'll give it a go, thanks for calling" Jonathan said as he quickly ended the call.
The following day he decided he would have to front it out and so he put a smart suit on and went to work. As he arrived he saw Anna and risked a tentative smile. She just returned his smile and waved, she seemed perfectly normal. Perhaps Lucy had not told her about his performance earlier in the week.
Getting to his desk he sat down and started to check his mail. Lucy arrived soon after, she was dressed very soberly it a business like trouser suit. "I am glad you're feeling better" she said without any hint of irony, before settling down to get on with her work.
"Thanks" he said, although he couldn't help feeling a little disappointed that she wasn't wearing a skirt to show off those beautiful legs. Perhaps it really was finished with, surely he wasn't upset that she did not want him to take his clothes off for her again?
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The time went quickly as Jonathan worked hard to catch up on his lost day. He successfully avoided any contact with Lucy and had not had a moment to worry about what happened. Before closing down his computer for the night he made a last check of his emails. There was one from Lucy.......
Jonathan – Can we meet for a quick drink? We need to get things settled so that there is no atmosphere. We cannot work together if you will not even look at me. – Lucy
He sighed, she was right of course, so he looked up and smiled across to the workstation next to his where she worked. "Yes, of course, let's go to that quiet wine bar around the corner" he said.
They walked down the stairs in silence together, Lucy carrying the bag she used for the gym and him a case full of work he still needed to catch up on. When they got to the ground floor, Lucy excused herself saying she just needed to pop to the gym and get something. Whilst he waited for her, Jonathan reflected sadly on how being naked in front of her had felt and on what he could say to put things right.
He glanced across to the door of the gym just as Lucy walked out. The business suit had gone, she had changed in to heels and a white cotton summer dress that was perhaps three inches above the knee, it swayed enticingly as she walked towards him showing her strong tanned legs off to perfection. Smiling she took his hand and squeezed it as they walked to the wine bar, with Jonathan in stunned silence.
Whilst he was ordering a bottle of wine Lucy found a quiet alcove with a semi circular bench seat around a table. As he approached she patted the spot next to her saying, "Come and sit down so that we can sort this out".
Jonathan dropped in to the seat and tried not to make things worse by staring at the beautiful and sexy woman sat next to him, showing a lot of leg in her short skirt. He began to explain how embarrassed he was, to tell her that he felt humiliated and that he lost control of himself. It was his fault he admitted, because he just got carried away and could not stop.
Lucy sat patiently and listened. When he had finished, she gently put a hand on his leg and smiled. "Jonathan" she said "don't apologise any more. If you truly hated letting me look at you naked and masturbating for me, then we can walk away and I promise I will never mention it again. For what it's worth though, I loved it"
"I like to have men look at me." she continued, moving her hand further up his leg, "I am wearing this dress because it makes me feel good when you look at my legs. I am an exhibitionist, I get excited when men catch a glimpse of thigh, or try to see up my skirt. I do it deliberately, sometimes I don't wear underwear and even let them see a nipple because it makes me all warm and tingly."
Jonathan sat stunned by what she was saying, he was also starting to feel a reaction to her words between his legs, acutely aware that her hand was only a few inches from his groin. Before he could speak she said
