PRELUDE:
In the back of a crowded elevator.
Pressed up against the man who's against the back wall.
He starts to rub my ass and slowly lifts my charcoal grey, A-line skirt.
He slides his hand down my ass, underneath my panties, moves around to the front and slowly inserts a finger into my vagina.
As people get on and off the elevator, the jostling of the other passengers is the only movement of my body on his finger.
I miss my floor and have to ride up to the top of the building before descending to my floor once again.
He pushes my panties down to the floor and I step out of them.
The door opens on my floor and I step out, leaving my panties on the floor.
Later that day, when I return from my lunch break there are a dozen roses on my desk and a small box that I discover contain my panties.
There is also a note telling me what time "he" will be on the elevator this afternoon at the end of the work day.
It also instructs me to leave my panties in my purse.
"He" is the man that first helped me discover my inner sub and he's back in town.
CHAPTER 1:
5:07 and I'm double timing it down the hall to the elevator.
He specifically said to be on the elevator at 5:00.
Damned west coast clients always forget the time difference and call at the last minute with their issues.
It seems to happen every Friday.
My new assistant, Stephanie offered to handle it for me but I told her "No, I'll take care of it. No offense but I know this guy and if he doesn't get to talk to someone in management, he'll call upstairs and bitch about it."
The "DING" announced that the elevator car had arrived seconds before the doors parted.
It was about half full of people. Most of them upper level management (above me) and their assistants.
He was in the back. Glaring at me.
