"You can't leave yet," Sherry said, turning to Rob with what was very obviously mock seriousness. "I need to show you something."
Rob didn't know what to think. After what had happened Friday, followed by a weekend tortured by thoughts of his coworker, this had been the strangest, most uncomfortable Monday of his life.
He hadn't known what to expect, but when she'd arrived that morning — wearing a red dress that he'd never seen her in and which at first he'd assumed she'd chosen just for him — and proceeded to act as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened, he'd gone through the day stumbling over his words and generally acting like an awkward, bumbling teen.
"I just need to lock the door," Sherry added.
Please, please, Rob thought. Please let this be happening. At home Friday night he'd laid her panties on his bed with something close to reverence and had jerked off to them, not just that night either but an embarrassing number of times over the weekend. He'd gone back to them again and again, pressing them to his face, using them to stroke his cock, tasting them.
By the time he returned to work Monday, he'd grown positively obsessed with her, so spending the last eight-plus hours trying to act as if everything were normal required from him an enormous act of will.
"So," Sherry said, returning to her seat, facing him and sitting on the very edge, her hands on her knees, the loose red skirt portion of her dress falling between her thighs. "Have you been wondering which panties I'm wearing today?"
Rob nodded and heard the words that left his mouth as if from a great distance. "It's pretty much all I've been thinking about."
Sherry smiled, looking genuinely pleased. "I was hoping so, but you've been such a good boy today." Her voice dropped an octave, and Rob shifted in his seat.
"I want to show you," Sherry said, bunching handfuls of the material at her hem, but you need to do something for me."
"Just tell me," Rob said, his cock already hard and growing harder at the sight of her thick inner thighs, visible now that she'd pulled her dress up a few inches higher.
"I need to see your cock," Sherry said. Her thighs were apart, but beyond midthigh whatever panties she wore were draped in shadow.
"My — what?" Rob asked.
Sherry laughed, lifting her dress just as she swung her knees together and opening her thighs again just as she pushed the dress down again. "Show me your cock and I'll show you my panties." She held his gaze. "If you want to see them, that is."
