I peeked over the top of the cubicle into Rhonda's space. She was staring at her computer screen, oblivious to my presence. "Hey," I said, startling her. "What's going on?"
"Nothing," she lazily replied. She gave me a big smile. I knew she liked me but she was married and never did anything but listen to my flirtations. She reached back, raising her hands above her head. Her small breasts pressed against her shirt. Her nipples were plainly visible through the material. I gave her body an up and down look. She was in good shape for her early 40s.
We chatted for a while about stupid things in the office. I looked her in the eyes occasionally trying to catch a glimpse of skin between the openings of her button-down shirt. She had an attractive face and shoulder-length brown hair that was in a wavy perm. I made no attempt to disguise my lust for her. I checked around and saw nobody within hearing range. Today I was going to take charge.
"You know," I started, "I've always had a thing for you." Her eyes darted away and then back to my eyes. I continued a stare of seriousness. "And I think you feel the same way." She did not say anything but continued to listen. "So tomorrow I want you to wear a short skirt and a tight shirt. Do not wear any panties. Only wear a bra if you feel it is necessary to keep your job. If you do this, I will know that you are ready to be with me."
She had a surprised look on her face. I left her with these instructions, returning to my cubicle. I began to work again as if nothing had passed between us. I had the beginnings of a hard-on but it went away as I dove into my work. We did not speak or see each other the rest of the day.
The next day I came in and went to my desk. There was a sticky note on my screen: 'See Rhonda'. I smiled. I was not anxious, I was in control. I moved the note and began to work. Two hours passed, before I decided to see what she was wearing. I walked by her space to the drinking fountain. I did not even look on my way to the fountain. On my way back, I stopped and said, "Hey."
Rhonda jumped at the sound of my voice. The pen in her hand made a big scrawl across the paper she was writing on. Her hands were shaking a little as she eked out, "Hi." She had not turned around and it did not seem that it was going to happen anytime soon.
"So, how's it going?" I said as if it was any other day.
"Justβ¦great," she said with a wavering voice. I had pretty much guessed that she was under my control. I wanted to make sure that she knew that too.
"Turn around," I told her in a low tone. Her feet shuffled, slowly rotating her chair toward me. It was even better than I had expected. She wore a black leather skirt that stopped mid-thigh and a bright orange shirt that stretched over her like a glove. A sheer bra could be made out underneath her shirt. The neckline plunged deep, giving just a hint of the ripe mounds on her chest. It looked like she was ready for a night of bar hopping, not working in an office.