Most of my stories are written for my wife's reading pleasure. She sometimes is the character and others she is not. Most are written from an aspect that places her there or gives her the most realism that I can possibly give. I hope you enjoy.
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Two weeks ago, you were informed that on Monday of this week, two corporate representatives would be coming to the office. Their mission was to evaluate the existing building and properties and decide if moving to another location would be a better option.
Monday arrived and you were in no mood to have corporate people hanging around.
Things were backlogged and they would only take up time that you could be using to catch up.
You assumed corporate would be sending a couple of old stuffed shirts with gruff attitudes and Yankee personalities, but it turns, your assumption was far from the truth.
Around nine o'clock, they arrive. It doesn't appear these guys are old stuffed shirts after all. In fact, you are pleasantly surprised with their appearance.
Karl introduces himself as the project coordinator. He appears to be in his late forties to early fifties with salt and pepper hair and steel blue eyes. He is over six foot tall, in very good shape and very well groomed. His smile immediately makes you feel comfortable around him.
Karl introduces his partner as Reid.
Reid is an athletically attractive, well-groomed black Adonis. He is the architect on the project. He appears to be younger than Karl, probably in his early forties. He's a bit more reserved than Karl, but nice nonetheless.
Karl and Reid spent the rest of Monday and all of Tuesday evaluating the building and properties.
When Karl comes in on Wednesday, he asks if you would mind being their guide while they looked for possible new locations in the area.
It wasn't what you had expected to be doing today, but you do like the idea of getting out of the office on the company dime, so you say you'd be glad to.
You're a bit nervous at first, but as the morning moves forward, you become more comfortable. You know the city well and it comes in handy as they look at numerous locations around town.
Karl and Reid both are intelligent, professional men, but they're still just guys when it comes right down to it.
You've noticed Karl stealing glances at your legs while driving and on more than one occasion, he's "innocently" places his hand on the small of your back or brushed your hand with his while opening office doors.
Being a tour guide was the last thing on your mind when you dressed for work today and the dress you chose is a black above the knee little knit number that has no buttons or zippers. Its very form fitting and really shows off your legs and the tops of your breast.
The dress isn't lost on either of them and Karl has even made comments on how nice you look.
As you sit in the front seat of the car, you notice how high the dress rides up on your thighs. You know its a matter of inches before you are flashing panties, but there's really nothing you could do about it, so you quit letting it bother you.
Karl becomes bolder and more flirtatious as the morning moves on.
When you arrive at the next location, he opens the office door and holds it for you. As you walked in, he places his hand very low on your back and holds it there for about ten seconds. As he removes it, he ever so lightly brushes your ass.
Just as he's removing his hand, your phone vibrates and startles you.
It's me texting, to ask how things are going and if you are enjoying the "Tour Guide" job.
For some reason, you feel a bit guilty and a million things flash through your mind. You realize you are enjoying the flirtatious attention your getting and you find them both attractive and desirable.
You also realize that keeping good relations with them could go far in your future with the company and having a little fun would probably be OK.
Most of all, this is an opportunity to fulfill some of my fantasies as well as a few of your own.
You text me back with an answer... "Everything's great baby. I'm just showing them the area and getting seriously flirted with" .
When I ask, "What?,' you reply that the dress you wore that day was very short when you sit in the car and Karl can't keep his eyes off your legs and you're not sure, but you think you may have even given him a panty shot or two.
You even text me about how he had his hand on your back and brushed your ass.
I reply, "Wow, I'm excited", "Tell me more", but you reply that it's all there is for now.
When I say, "For Now?" You reply that you're planning on letting things just flow and see what happens.
With that, you stop texting and I'm left only with my naughty thoughts.
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At this point, you decide it's now or never.
It's time to put up or shut up and if you're going to play this out, then it's "All In attitude" or nothing.
If Karl can flirt, then you could tease, so while they're inspecting the office, you slip off to the ladies room and remove your panties. You put them in your purse, but leave them near the top, so they can be seen if one of the guys was to look.
On the way to the next location, you intentionally squirm around in your seat, so that the dress rises even higher than before.
