I went to Mr Collins' office, David's, for my normal briefing. I enjoyed working for him, he was a quiet kind man. The corridor to the office was long and quiet, it being above what used to be the stables in the old house where our offices were situated. Unusually Mr Collins was sitting, not at his desk but at the low coffee table near the window where he and clients often sat discussing work. The door was open, as it was when he wasn't busy, and he motioned me over to him. I closed the door and he invited me to sit down on one of the green leather chairs next to his. He had his jacket off, as I did because of the heat. A pile of papers was before him.
"Give me a moment, Lena, I'll be finished in a moment."
My name was really Magdalena but everyone called me Lena. My eyes wandered out of the window. It was a hot bright day, the leaves still in the heavy air, the shadows dark and secretive.
"OK, Lena, sorry about that." I turned and smiled. "Yes, OK, I think it's time you took off your blouse now don't you?"
I looked at him in surprise. Vaguely I realised I should be shocked, that some girls might consider what he was saying as most inappropriate, but I was simply surprised. Time seemed to stand still, the thought of what he wanted seemed to slowly wander about in my mind. Although vaguely I was aware of it being inappropriate on my part to comply, it seemed naughty, wicked and rather erotic. He shouldn't ask me, he was my boss, and twenty years older than me after all, but the excitement of being wicked wouldn't go away. Luckily, over the last few weeks I had buying myself some nice new sexy lingerie sets, not the everyday bland mismatched stuff I used to wear. Maybe the fact that I was wearing sexy undies was making me think this way.
I looked down and found my fingers playing with a button on my white cotton blouse. I undid it. Then the next. I couldn't look up. I felt very embarrassed but really horny. I knew my face was red. He would think me a real slut. It didn't matter, I was doing as he wanted, he really couldn't complain at me. Or to anyone else. I finished the buttons. I knew my nipples were hard and my stomach was fluttering. My breathing was coming in short bursts. Finally I slid the material over my shoulders. I was showing my tits in my new bra. I looked at them. The white lacy bra looked nice and held my tits firm, not that they needed much support. The material wasn't quite opaque; I could see the outline of each hard erect nipple through it. The flesh of each breast seemed very exposed. My bra felt too small.
"Fold it and put it on the table please, Lena."
His voice cut into my thoughts. I felt silly just sitting there holding it open. I pulled it out from behind me and carefully folded the blouse and laid it out on the coffee table in front of me. I could feel his eyes on me. Feel them as if they were hands. I was very excited. I wanted to joke in bravado, to laugh as if it didn't matter, but I simply sat there feeling aroused and being looked at.
"You can stand up, Lena. Now the skirt, please." He said in a matter of fact way.
I stood without thinking. By standing I had half completed what he had told me to do I realised. It was like I had already agreed the second part. My mouth opened and I looked at him. I felt myself shaking. He looked up and smiled.
"Is there a problem?" My crutch seemed to be buzzing. I knew this was going too far now, but it felt so arousing showing off like this and he could already half see my tits.
"No Sir." At least my knickers were clean and new. I really shouldn't. This wasn't normal behaviour, for me or with anyone's boss. I was excited though, very excited, in fact the thought of exposing more of my body was becoming more of a turn on than I had ever imagined. I unfastened the button at the back of my navy skirt. Then slid down the zip. I pulled the tight skirt down my thighs. It dropped at my feet.
"Be tidy Lena. On the table."
I picked it up, having to bend. Aware of showing my swinging tits off more. I stood there for him, covering myself as well as I could. I was quite undressed. Yet nothing was really showing. Nothing extreme. My legs in my new hold up stockings. They were much nicer than tights. Thank God I wasn't wearing tights, I would not have looked good. These were sexy without being slutty like with suspenders.
"You are aroused aren't you?" I was shocked at what I was hearing but like a little girl in front of an adult I knew I had to answer. But, oh god, he shouldn't ask me things like that, just tell me to get dressed again and forget about everything.
"Yes." I only just got the word out, my throat was dry. I had to swallow and lick my lips too. My bra was tight and my knickers felt damp. Why had I admitted it? I was really shaking now. Really hot as well.
"Tell me properly"
"Aroused. I'm very aroused."
"Good. Now the bra."
It's a nice bra I wanted say. Don't you want me to keep it on? There really wouldn't be any going back if I took my bra off. He'd see me as the slut I knew I was. He'd know. He'd always know. He'd know I wanted him to see me naked. And I did want to but I shouldn't, I knew. I wanted him to like my body, to find me arousing. My hands went behind me and unfastened my bra. My tits felt free at last. I pulled the straps off and showed him my tits, just remembering to bend down and put my bra neatly. My tits swung nicely for him, my nipples felt like they'd been squeezed they were so hard.
"You have beautiful breasts. Your puffy nipples especially." I nearly swooned at his praise. Pleasure seemed to fill me. I was trembling with excitement, feeling wonderful intense sensations, more than I had for such a long time.
"Now the panties."
I pulled them down quickly. Just my stockings covering any of me. I was naked, especially as I had just had a full waxing on my pubes. Nothing was left there to hide my lips and they were puffy too. I knew I would be showing my pink inner lips sticking between my thick outer pale lips as they did whenever I was excited. I'd looked in the mirror only the night before. My outer lips curled aside and showed the aroused much pinker inner lips. I remembered feeling like a little girl whose body was subject to adult supervision and control. I didn't know what to do with my arms.
"Put your hands in the small of your back. They are out of the way there Lena." That was better I realised. I didn't need to worry about them there and they wouldn't stop him seeing me. He understood what I needed. I stood still, facing him, so he could see me.
"You're more even aroused now aren't you, Lena?"
"Yes Sir. I am really aroused now." He knew now I was a slut, there was no point in hiding it anymore. He stood and took my knickers from the pile of clothes and felt them, smelt them, making my blushes deeper than ever.
"You have a quite beautiful body Lena." Pleasure filled me again at his compliment. He had me open my legs and he sat taking in the sight of me. We both knew I was getting hotter being looked at like this. He had me open my mouth so he could look inside, then I had to turn and bend over, still keeping my arms where he had told me. I knew what I looked like from behind.
"Now be a good girl, Lena, take one cheek in each hand and spread them apart."
Hesitantly I cupped my youthful bottom in my hands and with my fingers I pulled them apart "A little farther, Lena! Spread them nice and wide for me. I want to see your tiny little rosebud puckering as I look at it, I want to see the juices on your lips. Do you want that Lena? is that what you want too?"