Sunday
The phone beeping with a message woke me up. I didn't realize I'd slept in that late.
[I went over to Bob's after church. I was wearing a nice blouse and a skirt, underwear with pantyhose. He was in his robe. He stripped me off and had me suck his cock, then fucked me in the ass. I didn't cum]
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Monday
I wandered in to work a little late, and Sandy came over.
"Can I talk to you for a minute?" she asked.
"This isn't something I'm not going to like, is it?" I asked.
"No," she said as she headed back into her office.
"Close the door," she said as she sat down. I closed the door, then went and stood in front of her desk, peering over it at her.
"Pull your skirt up," I told her.
She pulled her skirt up. She was wearing stockings and a thong. I relaxed as she was doing as she was told. I was sure this was going to be fine.
"So I told Billy about you," she said.
I just looked at her.
"I think he figured out there was another guy telling me what to do, as Bob's obviously not as... inventive... as you are. Then he looked at my phone and saw my messages to you."
"You know you can delete those, right?"
She just looked at me, sheepishly.
"Well, I didn't get to tell him which one of you you are, just that you're one of my reports. He stopped me telling him which one. I think it turns him on, the not knowing." She seemed a little irritated by this.
"Great," I said. "I'll get back to work."
"Fine," she said, going to pull her skirt down.
"Leave it, I told her.
Not long after, one of the guys went into her office to get something signed, and it was funny watching her stuff herself into the desk so he couldn't see her underwear.
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Tuesday
I had a bunch of stuff to get done, so I texted Sandy and said I was going to work from home. Around lunchtime I texted and asked for a naked selfie, and about ten minutes later I got one from her, looking awkward in a stall in the ladies' room.
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Wednesday
I waved cheerfully to Sandy as I got to my desk, and she weakly waved back. Other than that I left her alone.
She got a phone call, and rushed out of her office. I figured she was off to service Bob, and sure enough later I got a text message from her.
[Bob summoned me to his office. He had me take my blouse and bra off, then kneel down and suck him off]
After a few minutes, she stomped back to her desk.
A little while later, we got a notification about a meeting in the meeting room to discuss the quarterly results and so on, but I was on a conference call. When I was done, I wandered over to the meeting room and went in. The lights were down and Bob was already giving his presentation.
"There's space near the front, by Sandy," he told me, turning back to the screen.
Unfortunately everybody had taken the back rows of seats, so I worked my way over to Sandy, who was in the second row all by herself. She briefly looked up at me as I sat down, then looked back to the presentation.
After a minute or so of listening to Bob telling everybody we needed to give 110% and other meaningless cheerleading, I reached over and tapped Sandy on the thigh. She looked at me, and I held my hand out, just above her leg. She looked confused for a second, then put her hand in mine and faced the screen again.
I took her hand and put it on my dick, over my pants. After a few seconds of hesitation, she started stroking it with her fingertips.
I put my hand in her lap, scrunching my fingers to lift the hem of her skirt. Once I had it almost up to her stomach, I put my hand on top of her thighs and stroked her pussy through her thong with my index finger. I noticed how hot she felt, and it didn't seem like long before I started to feel what seemed like a little dampness.
When Bob had finished telling us how great we were doing, but that we weren't getting a raise this year, the lights came up. Sandy immediately took her hand away, but I waited a few seconds before removing mine. She rushed to pull her skirt back down.
Bob was taking questions from the guys, mostly a little angry, and without attention, my dick softened. I doubted Sandy's panties were going to dry that quickly.
When the meeting was over, I waited for the others to leave.
"I have plans for this evening," I told her, "so bring your smallest thong and your shortest skirt."
I headed back to my desk, leaving her to go back to her office.
At the end of the work day, I left for home without acknowledging Sandy.
I waited at home, watching TV, for Sandy to show up.
Around the time she usually shows up, I heard a car door close. Peering out of the window, I saw her walking across the parking lot with a bag in her hand.
I went to the door and let her in as she got to my door.
"Evening," I said.
"Hmm," she said.
"I think we should work on your respect, don't you?"
"Yes, sir," she said, looking uncomfortable.
"Noted," I said. "Now let's get you ready."
She came in and put her bag down on the sofa.
"So..." she started.
"Did you bring the clothes I asked for?"
"Yes..." she started.
"Off you go then."
She went into her bag and pulled out a pretty short skirt and what looked like the tiny thong she wears when she's tanning. She slipped off her yoga shorts and thong, then pulled on what looked like the tanning thong and the short skirt.
It wasn't a skirt I'd seen before. It was probably only three or four inches below her crotch.
"Turn around and bend over," I told her.
She turned away and bent forward, putting her hands on her knees. I could see her ass cheeks. Excellent.
"I think you should lose the shirt," I told her.
"Do I have to?"
"It's the shirt or the bra."
