The sound of my phone dinging got my attention as I was finishing my makeup. Setting my contouring brush down, I picked up the device and swiped the screen, opening my phone to see I had a new text from Alexandra.
Alexandra:
When you arrive today don't bother ringing the bell. Come on in and meet me back in my office. Also... you are to wear no panties today.
My pulse sped up as I digested her text, the subtext making my clit start to throb with heat. Then my eyes wandered over to the extremely short denim skirt I had laid out to wear. I had thought the idea of wearing it scandalous in its own right; wearing it without panties would be practically pornographic. I hadn't worn that particular skirt since my single days, and knew that Steve would have a fit if he found out I was wearing it outside of the house, much less doing it commando.
None of that mattered, though, because I knew that Alexandra would love it.
I removed the panties I had on and slipped into my skirt, zipping it up and staring at the reflection in my dressing room mirror. The denim garment hung just low enough to cover the cheeks of my ass while I was standing up. I actually had night shirts that hung lower. I knew that if I wasn't very careful when I sat down that I would be totally advertising my business for all to see. The careful and reserved Brooke, who'd become a staid and respectable wife when she'd married Steve, was nowhere to be seen. In her place was a sexy, wanton vixen who was willing to risk it all to finally feel like the fully realized woman she'd always been meant to be.
I slipped on a pink knit off-the-shoulder top that had been hanging in my closet since I'd bought it on a whim months ago. It didn't really go with the conservative outfits I typically wore when going out with Steve, but its slightly bohemian vibe was perfect for wearing with the short skirt. Plus, the way it hugged my small breasts made them appear larger.
Grabbing my bag, I took one last look at my reflection in the mirror, winking at the wicked girl I saw there. I was almost surprised when she winked back, confirming that she was me (and of course, therefore, so was she.) After checking the clock and deciding that I had time for a cup of coffee, I headed downstairs.
Standing there at the sink, I thought back to the previous night. Steve had been in his usual mood; all he'd wanted to do after supper was to quietly vegetate in front of the television while he'd consumed his thirty-year-old scotch. That had left me ample time alone after I'd done the dishes to retreat to our room with my Kindle. I'd downloaded a lesbian romance novel earlier in the day about a younger woman who'd become an au pair for a real ice queen. I had found myself so enthralled and titillated by the tale earlier in the day that I had had a hard time putting it down when it had been time for me to make supper. By the time Steve came up to go to bed, the young au pair had fallen in love with her employer, who had brought out the submissive lesbian in her. The passages describing their sex together had nearly tied me in knots and had left my panties a sodden mess.
While I wasn't naïve enough to believe that such a future was in the cards for me with Alexandra, I was still hopeful that whatever happened that day wouldn't be the end to whatever lay between us. I wanted to be more than just a cheap conquest for my obviously experienced seducer, but beyond that, I couldn't properly visualize or articulate anything specific.
Finishing up my cup of coffee, I rinsed out the cup and set it in the strainer before grabbing my things and heading for the front door and whatever lay in front of me.
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I stopped in the anteroom just outside the door to Alexandra's office. I needed just a moment to try and gather my wits before stepping into her inner sanctum. I knew that she was waiting for me there, and I wondered if she, too, had spent the hours since we'd parted ways imagining our imminent encounter.
Taking a deep breath, I knocked on the door and waited for permission to go inside. Alexandra called out for me to enter. I opened the door and made my way into her office, telling myself that I would remain calm, cool and collected, but what I saw immediately wrecked me.
"What's wrong, Brooke? Do you like what you see?"
I stood there just inside the doorway at a loss for words, the sight before me momentarily scrambling my brain. Alexandra stood there in front of her desk in a black bra and panties set with matching garters and what appeared to be silk stockings. Her long, dark hair was piled up on her head in a messy bun; dangling earrings with glistening stones decorated her ears. While I had always suspected that her body was like a blueprint for feminine beauty, I was at a loss for how sexy a creature she truly was. I wasn't sure of her age, though I assumed that she was at least a decade older than me, given all she had already accomplished professionally. One could hardly draw that conclusion, though, from her shapely curves, the swell of her C cup breasts, and tiny waist.
I stood there, saying nothing, frozen in place, my body rejoicing at the sight of her. I had entertained some wild fantasies over the last couple of days but none of them had prepared me. Alexandra had me utterly smitten and totally in thrall to her. I suspected then that I had been since the first moment that I'd laid eyes on her at that dinner party.
"You're gorgeous," I finally managed to say, my words falling well short of how enamored I was of her.
"As are you," Alexandra replied before waving her hand in the direction of the chair I normally sat in. "Please join me."
I started toward my chair only to be intercepted by her before I could take my seat. "Stand still," she ordered, her commanding tone sending shivers of delight racing down through my body. "Spread your feet a little wider than shoulder width apart." I did as she had directed me as I tilted my head and gazed into her beautiful blue eyes. The look she returned my way told me that my life would never be the same. With a wicked twinkle in her eyes, she brought her right hand down between my legs and swept it up under my skirt, her palm cupping my aroused sex. She then dragged two fingers down my cleft and into my wetness before settling them over my opening and slowly inserting them inside me.
"Ooooh," I moaned, my eyes threatening to roll back in my head.
"Good girl," Alexandra praised me, "you did just as I ordered you."
She withdrew her fingers, much to my dismay, before bringing them up and brazenly running them beneath her nose. She breathed in deeply and moaned her approval at the aroma of my arousal. She then brought both fingers forward and held them in front of my mouth with an expectant look on her face.
