"You're wearing panties, aren't you?" I heard her Angie all of a sudden.
It was well past quitting time with just me and my assistant Angie finishing some work in my office, after everybody else had gone home, when she dropped this bomb on me.
To say I was embarrassed would be the understatement of the century. How on earth could she possibly know that I was wearing panties?! Then it hit me when I reached up to pull down the new case of paper for the copier part of my shirt had come untucked. She must have caught a glimpse of the pink lace waistband.
More mortification set in as I looked up to see her with a look of wicked satisfaction on her face. She giggled as she said, "The look on your face says it all. So does your lack of denial. No guy I know wouldn't deny wearing panties if he wasn't. Most would deny it even if they were."
By then I was dying from embarrassment and just wanted to crawl in a hole and die but then it got worse when she said, "Can I see them?"
It was then that I found some of myself and got a little nerve back and said, "No way!! I don't want anyone to know let alone see them."
She then circled around behind my chair tracing my shoulders as she went before coming around in front of me. She then propped herself on the end of the desk using one of her feet to push my chair back so she could fit. She left one of her feet on the front of my chair between my legs. Even in this very awkward situation I suddenly thought she looked quite sexy.
She then popped her shoe off and much to my shock moved her stocking covered foot up and pressed it against my crotch. Even in this most embarrassing spot I was still a guy, so I felt my cock begin to harden under her touch.
"So, if you're embarrassed to be wearing panties and don't want anyone to know then why are you wearing them?" she asked as she started moving her foot up and down my hardon.