Fantasy Request by Margret
Margret stepped into the elevator, heels clicking loudly, with a smug look on her face. As the steel doors closed she admired her own reflection in their mirror finish. Even now, in her mid 40's she looked good. Her dark brown hair was done up in a bun, with decorative chop sticks holding it in place. Her slender face was framed with a pair of chic glasses that gave her a librarian look.
Her black satin pencil skirt hugged her hips and showed off her silky knees, shapely calves and slender ankles. Her peep toe sling back pumps added four inches taking her to an impressive five foot, ten inches. The red satin blouse, tucked into the skirt, was buttoned up just enough that anyone looking would see a peek of her ample cleavage.
Margret, balancing on her left leg, lifted her right foot to her hand. She pulled the strap a little to adjust the shoe and then put her foot back down. Margret wore sheer stockings that made a light rasping noise as her legs slid against each other. The high quality nylons gave her legs a glazed sheen that had drawn a few sets of eyes when she walked in the building.
Margret pressed the button for her floor then looked down at her toes. The heel and toe reinforcements of her stockings were barley visible and only close inspection allowed one to distinguish them from the rest of the sheer stocking. Her fresh pedicure still showed its red brilliance past the nylons.
Margret took a moment to run her hands over her ultra sheer stockings, making sure that the contrasting black welts didn't show past her skirt. She gave her stockings a few quick tugs, aligned the garters that held them in place then smoothed her skirt back over her legs. Outfit check complete, she waited for the elevator to reach her floor. Margret dressed to kill. Anything less wouldn't do at the banking firm.
Marget's husband was the CEO and it was well known that he had made a place for his wife at the company. The nepotism was ignored partly because Marget was very attractive but mostly because Mr. Robbins held quite a lot of power. It was rumored that the last person to object was fired, but it was only a rumor. The fear of repercussions kept any others from raising a complaint.
Margret and Stanley had been married for twenty years now, back when she was a fresh faced secretary and he was an up and coming associate. Margret had used her long legs and full bust to their full advantage. She'd wanted a husband that would propel her professional carrier. But she had also found a man she loved deeply. Their sex life had been good, often taking place anywhere they found a moment alone together. But now her husband was almost sixty. He wasn't the strong stud he used to be.
Stanley hadn't been interested in her short skirts and low cut tops for a few years now. He needed several pills ond other medications now. A little blue pill to make another organ function wasn't recommended by his doctor. Margret accepted that sex was a thing of the past. She loved Stanley and would never cheat on him.
It didn't keep Margret from dreaming however. Often she fantasied about a young, fit, active young stud sweeping her up and taking her to bed. Margret also couldn't help noticing that quite a few men stole glances at her. If she wanted, she could probably seduce any of them. But her loyalty to Stanley was until death. She may be labeled a cougar, but she wasn't on the prowl. At least not as long as Stanley was still her husband.
Margret laughed at the idea of 'hunting' men and smiled at her reflection. "Meow" she purred just before the doors opened and she walked confidently out of the elevator. Margret was the president of the marketing department. It was a perfect position for her since the upward movement from there never lead to the board of directors. The top brass didn't care that she was married to the CEO since she would never be gunning for their job.
Robert, her assistant, saw Margret and rushed over to her side. Robert hurried to keep pace with Margret's quick strides. "Good morning, Mrs. Robbins." Robert said briskly while he sorted a mess of paperwork he held in his hands.
"Good morning, Robert." Margret replied, glancing over him as she did. Robert was her height, and thus much shorter while she wore heels. He wore a white shirt with grey tie and tan trousers. His brown hair was kept neat and, as Margret's assistant, he was charged to be at her beck and call at all times.
Margret thought Robert was cute but, he wasn't the sort of man she dreamed about. Margret had caught a glimpse of an erection bulging in Robert's pants on more than one occasion. It had been a boost to her confidence the first time she saw it. Flattery would get you everywhere with Margret, even if unintentional and unspoken.
Margret wasn't above a little cock tease, especially if it reinforced that men still found her attractive. Her daily goal was to see if she could get a "rise" out of Robert. Once she knew what worked for him and what didn't, it became easier. Even so, she enjoyed watching Robert squirm and his cheeks flush when she did it. If he didn't quickly stand up after a meeting, she knew she had won for the day.
"The Colbert account has requested a meeting with you on Thursday-"
"Tomorrow is Thursday, Robert."
"Yes, um..."
"So, just say tomorrow. And don't say 'um'."
"Yes, Mrs. Robbins."
"Tell them that's too soon. I'll meet with them on Monday. Did Edwards call back yet?"
"Um, No."
Margret stopped dead in her tracks and faced Robert, hands on hips. Robert, caught by surprise, spun clumsily to face her. He looked at her hazel eyes, then adverted his eyes down. Margret knew that Robert used this as an excuse to ogle her legs.
"Call Mr. Edwards and tell him I want a final product by the end of the day or there will be hell to pay." She ordered. "And, don't say 'Um'."
"Yes, Ma'am."
Margret continued on as quickly as she had stopped and again Robert was slow to keep up. As they walked the rest of the way to her office, Robert finished his daily report and took notes on tasks she wanted done by the end of the week. Margret was fairly certain that Robert spent nights fantasizing about her. At least she told herself that.
Margret turned into her office and walked right into a man who was standing with his arms reaching over his head. Margret was furious that someone was in her office but the anger dissipated quickly once she saw the man she had bumped into. For a brief moment she had been pressed against the firm and chiseled torso of the stunning man who was apparently doing electrical work in her office.
The man was tall, almost six foot four, and handsome. He didn't seem much older than Robert. His black curly hair was slightly a mess and his steel blue eyes looked down at her. One of his large strong hands continued to hold the thick cables snaking out of the ceiling as his other hand shot down, touching lightly on her shoulder.
"I'm sorry, ma'am." he said."You alright?"
"Oh, I'm fine sweetie." Margret said in a sweet voice and beamed her smile at him. She turned to Robert and her voice lost it's sugar and took on an edge of frost. "Robert, why is Superman tearing apart my office with his bear hands?" She demanded.
"These men are updating your phone and ethernet lines. Your computer and phone will work off and on until they are finished." Robert said, adding. "If they are too much of a distraction you can use my office today."
"No, I don't think it will be a problem." Margret said.
Nice try, Bucko.
She thought to herself. Margret ducked past the man in the doorway and into her office. She almost tripped over the ladder he was standing next too. She had been stealing a look at his chest, his muscles stretching his brown tee-shirt. Margret kept her back to him until she was sure her cheeks were no longer flushed with embarrassment.
"Mrs. Robbins?" Robert asked from the hallway.
"That will be all Robert. Off you go now."
"But-"
"Thank you, Robert."
Margret turned around just as Robert sulked off, disappointed. She sat in her chair and looked over the man while he worked, ogling his broad shoulders and fantastic skin. His butt looked so good in those jeans! Margret fanned herself quietly and wondered how she could get any work done. This was the kind of man she dreamed about!
From the ceiling she heard a gruff voice mumble something and the man she bumped into steadied the ladder. A large work boot stepped down from the ceiling. The boot was followed by large legs and the rest of the large man came down, making his way to the floor.
The other electrician was just as handsome as the first. This one was easily six foot five. He had massive arms and shoulders. He was bald but it suited him. His skin reminded her of dark chocolate and, for a brief moment, Margret thought about what it would be like to have those massive arms holding her.
Margret looked at each man standing in front of her.
Oh my
she thought. From where they were standing Margret knew that they had a clear line of sight to her legs, at least up to her knees. She slowly crossed her legs, and almost giggled as both men followed the movement like puppies hoping for a treat.
"Well gentlemen, will it be an issue if I work in my office?"
"No, ma'am." they said, almost in chorus.
"Please, call me Margret. What are your names?
Superman introduced himself as Miles, and the mound of dark chocolate called himself Dennis. Margret implored them to go back to work and ignore her. They did go back to work, but they did not ignore her. While they spliced cable and ran it from the ceiling, both men often snuck glances at Marget. She pretended not to notice, but each time she smiled knowingly to herself.
They continued their work, moving cables about and splicing them together. After a few hours, Dennis walked over to her computer and knelt behind it. "I'll need to you shut down. Once I change the cable restart." She did so and the computer began running a series of scripts.
