I had known Susan for over fifteen years, but we had always worked in the same office until about five years ago. I never treated her with anything but respect for her professionalism and I was the only guy in the office that didn't give it the old college try at least once. I know that by today's standards, it might seem silly, but I just don't hit on the women I work around. That just lends itself to gossip and fighting.
That, however, didn't stop me from watching her VERY closely whenever I got the chance. She never wore outrageous clothes at work, but her choices were always very sexy. Susan was far from voluptuous, but she had a great figure for soft sweaters and silk shirts. Her best feature were her legs!....Susan had the best legs in the building and she was young enough to look fantastic in a short skirt.
After the second year, Susan realized that I was the only guy in the office who wasn't sniffing around and she confided in a friend that she was "worried" about me -- Did I not like her? Was I gay? Was something wrong with her?
Once, after work, several of us went out for a drink and Susan happened to come around a dark corner in the club and caught me with my hand under a waitress's skirt as I was grabbing a handful. Well, once she finished giving me a heart attack by tapping me on the shoulder, we had a big laugh about it as she said that I had finally answered her question about my "preferences".
She was; however, more concerned than ever that something was wrong with her. I explained my philosophy about office fucking (naturally referring to it as office "affairs") but, just to confirm her recent observation, I made an exception to my policy by slowly running my hands under her skirt and up down the back of her legs until I was stroking her panty-covered ass as I hugged her.
Moments later, I snapped the waistband of her panties and simply walked away without saying another word. That seemed to really piss her off. I had really hated doing that, but a policy is a policy (even if it seems incredibly stupid at the time). At any rate, she got over being pissed and tried her best to catch my eye. Little did she know how many times she did exactly that.
More than once I took a longing look down the front of her soft blouses as I "helped" her work out one problem or another on her computer. I never once caught her braless, but I certainly got several teasing peeks at the soft swell of her breasts and a hint of lace (confirming that she loved sheer, beige, filmy lingerie).
In the winter (or after I had turned the AC down very low in the summer), I often saw Susan walking around as her little silk blouses gently caressed her tits -- her nipples always tried to stick right through the thin material. Small tits or not, she had absolutely INCREDIBLE nipples.
I couldn't help but wonder if she wore panties to match her bras -- soft and sheer. It took me months to answer that burning question. Once she was filing in the hallway and, while struggling to open one of the lower units, Susan slipped and fell on her bottom. As her feet flipped up just for a moment, I had a wonderful view of her panties. Just long enough for me to see that they were sheer and very tiny.
Another time, I walked past her office just in time to see her climb up on a short ladder to put some books back on the shelf. She had picked a very short skirt and she really had to stretch to reach the shelf. The back of her little skirt rode up higher and higher until it finally let her panties pop into view. They were thin enough to read through and, once again, NO pantyhose. Just Susan and one layer of silk.
Well troops, that was it - all those years and all I had seen were silk covered, rigid nipples and two quick flashes of her panties. It was more than enough to fire up my imagination, but not enough to make me break my rules.
Well, Susan finally met "the man of her dreams", got married, and left our firm. I even photographed her wedding for her. Because we were such close friends, she also asked me get some VERY interesting shots of her getting ready. Her maid of honor had me shoot the photo of putting the garter on Susan's shapely leg. After one standard shot, she winked and slid the garter right up to the crotch of Susan's wedding panties ... a sheer little thong! She also quickly flipped up the back of Susan's dress to show a very nice ass!
Lot's of red faces and giggles and a promise never to show those to anyone!
Susan's replacement was a battleaxe of the first order and that took care of my daydreaming about office pussy and tits.
One day last week, I got a call from Susan. Could we meet for lunch -- she wanted to ask a favor.
I showed up at the restaurant a little early and nearly dropped my teeth when she walked through the door! She was in a very trim little outfit, but the bright exterior backlighting made it obvious that she wasn't wearing much under it. As she slid into the booth, I only saw a hint of her panties, but it certainly brought back fond memories.
She still liked those soft, clingy blouses -- only now she left a couple more of the buttons undone to give an even better peek at the curve of her boobs.
We relived some old times and had a very nice lunch, but she still had not gotten around to her "favor". In fact, she looked very uncomfortable. Finally, I just asked her what she wanted.
She hesitated until the waiter moved away then leaned way over to softly speak to me (another great peek down her blouse). Seems like her hubby's unit had been recalled to active duty and his ass would be posted to Iraq for at least two years. He had emailed her asking for some photos to keep her on his mind. She had gone to Glamour Shots for a session and he had really liked the pictures, but they weren't as hot as some of the ones he had seen of the other guys wives.
In answer to my unasked question, she had spoken with a couple of photographers, but they all wanted a ton of money and a model release. Susan was no dummy -- she knew that a signed release would make those photos show up in mysterious places.
One of her girlfriends had tried taking some shots, but they just didn't have "it". That's when she thought about me. When I had photographed her wedding, we had done a few photos of her getting ready and even the traditional garter shot were bordering on the "naughty" side. Now she thought I could help her with a problem.
Susan finally got up her nerve to ask, "Would I be willing to shoot a roll or two of her being "naughty" (her eyes twinkled whenever she said that word) for $100.
I caught myself before I asked if she wanted a check now. She was willing to PAY me to shoot pictures I had dreamed about for ten years.
Before I fell all over myself, I decided to play this out a bit. "Are you really certain this is what you want?"
"Oh YES!"
"I take it that you are looking for something a little more erotic than Glamour Shots. Do you have any of the ones you and friend tried?"
"Well, I did bring a few."
When no one was watching, she slid a pack of prints across the table. As soon as I opened them, my mind started racing WAY ahead. While the photos stank on ice (bad lighting, bad focus, bad angles), the subject was incredible. Here was my dream woman in shorty nightgowns, teddies, sheer bikini panties, and an assortment of short dresses and short shorts. I was seeing Susan in an entirely new light!
"Well, what do you think?"
