Unintended Results
Darren saw his wife's car parked in front of his office as he pulled in. He glanced at his watch and was surprised to see that she had arrived an hour early for their weekly lunch date. Although he was happy to see Rachel anxious to start what had lately become an exciting but routine event he still had a few things to do before he could dedicate himself to her.
His startup business was starting to prosper but his small office space was still in an old strip shopping center. He was able to park in the back and enter from a rear service door that lead to the back door of his office. Hopefully Rachel would still be out in the reception area talking to his assistant and he could sneak in his calls without either of them knowing.
Such was not the case. The back door to his office had a small glass window and as he stood in the darkened hallway he could see into his office where Rachel was sitting behind his desk with the door closed. She was casually sitting in his big office chair, idly thumbing through the items on top of his desk as if there were something of interest to her.
As she swung herself back and forth on the swivel chair he caught glimpses of sheer white panties under her short skirt. In an odd way he was surprised she was wearing any at all, especially knowing that she was there for a "suck and fuck" lunch at a shabby motel just down the road.
He allowed himself to watch her a while before he would exit the back door and go around to the front so as not to give himself away. He found it interesting to watch her as she thumbed through his desk and drawers while mindlessly and gently massaging her nipples or reaching down between her legs to stroke herself softly for a while. She was definitely in the right frame of mind for the moment.
Just as he thought he had seen enough, Emily appeared in the filing area just outside his office. Although Emily surely knew Rachel was in his office he knew she wouldn't be able to see her through the heavily tinted glass that separated them. Yet Rachel could easily see her. She had an armload of stuff to be filed and sat it on the floor to begin her task.
"Uh, oh!" Darren thought and cringed. This isn't good. It wasn't going to take Rachel long to figure out that all the time and money that went into relocating the files and tinting the windows wasn't quite so innocent.
Emily was his only employee and had first came to him two years ago as a fresh bride just turning twenty-one. He loved her work ethics, as she was a super busy beaver that totally submerged herself in her job. But what he found out by accident was that when she got absorbed into what she was doing she forgot about all else.
That included how she was positioned while either leaning over, sitting on the floor, or in an awkward squatting position. The bottom line was that she offered a full view of everything under her skirt. Most of the time that was a thong, but there were many delightful times that she ignored underwear for the day.
After a few months of this Darren had decided to quit sneaking around the corner to catch peeks of her, choosing instead to just move the files in front of his window then tint them with a mirror finish to mask his purpose.
It worked like magic. At times she would either forget he was in his office only a few feet away or just ignore him. At other times he would quietly slip in the back door without her even knowing he was in.
Those were the best times. She thought he was out of the office and would totally abandon any modesty, often pulling her skirt up above her waist as she sat on the floor and filing for long periods of time. He couldn't recall the number of times he had blown his mind and his wad watching her.
But this was different. All of a sudden it was Rachel, not himself, getting the show. He silently prayed that Emily would remember where she was and not put on an exhibition. Hopefully, Rachel would go outside and talk to her.
Instead, Emily dropped to one knee to put her files on the floor and there was an immediate flash of an uncovered pussy. Darren cringed and froze in place, awaiting Rachel's reaction. She stopped the fidgeting she was doing and gave Emily her undivided attention.
Emily wasn't exposed all the time, instead just giving flashes of bush at times as she went about her task. Still, she started showing more and more, both the naked crotch and ample amounts of leg and ass. It didn't surprise him that Rachel would show interest. It did surprise him when she stood up and moved silently over near the glass, carefully pulling up a chair and sitting down to watch Emily.
Although he didn't time it, when Darren later recalled the scene he knew it must have taken less than five minutes of this before the unbelievable started to unfold in front of him. As he watched Rachel observing Emily, he was astounded when her left hand came up and gently started massaging her nipple. Within minutes, her right hand started making slow teasing circles on the inside of her leg just above her knee.
As Emily filed and flashed awkwardly, Rachel's hand kept sliding up her leg. When it went high enough the short hem just slid up her leg gently, not hindering her upward movement. Finally, her fingers reached their goal and as Darren stood there with sweat starting to pour out, they eased themselves under the thin elastic leg band and disappeared.
He watched as she stared openly at Emily and moved her fingers slowly but steadily under her panties. When Emily turned around in a twisted position and fully exposed her crotch for an extended period, Rachel's reaction was immediate and totally unexpected. She stopped everything long enough to remove her hand and shove her panties down and off as if they were a nuisance, kicking them over to one side.
For Darren, it was one of those moments. Just to relieve the pain he had no choice but to unzip his pants and unleash it. It sprung out like a huge tree limb that had been in a bind and his hand folded around it more as a natural reaction than a planned purpose.
It seemed Rachel drove his actions. As she gained momentum so did he. His quick glances at Emily in her flashing position became less and less frequent, his attention instead focused on his wife. Her legs had widened and grown stiff, sometimes lifting off the floor.
This was new ground for Darren. She often rubbed herself gently and idly just before or after they had sex, but he had never witnessed this. And witness he did. Her fingers became a machine, her entire body stiffened, and without ever taking her eyes off Emily she convulsed and exploded silently.
Her legs opened and closed several times before they became locked in place, wide open and stiff. Finally, her head turned to one side while in the throes and he could see the almost anguished look on her face.
That was it for Darren. He spent himself all over the wall, thinking to himself at that odd time that he would have to clean it up later. Gently he slowed down, never taking his eyes off Rachel. He fully expected her to take his clue and cease her manipulation, too.
As expected, she gradually slowed her pace and her body relaxed a bit. The stiffness of her body gave way to a slow, rolling motion from her hips in reaction to the fingers that continued to slowly massage her clit.
Neither had noticed when Emily had stood up and left. Rachel was still stroking the last of the pleasure from swollen nerves, chest heaving from the experience and breath still hard.
