This story is dedicated to Katie and Nikki who wrote and said how much they preferred the word knickers to panties.
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I work in an accounts office which I share with my assistant Steve, a shy but quite good-looking nineteen year old. I sometimes wonder what he thinks of me, a married woman in her thirties. He's never shown any sign of being interested in me, though I did once notice him sneaking a peek when I bent over while wearing a slightly low cut summer dress.
One morning I was stood by the filing cabinet when I felt something snap and my knickers suddenly fell round my ankles. I stood motionless for a minute, then picked them up, and with a joke about cheap elastic I stuffed them in my handbag. I looked at Steve and he blushed like mad. There was an awkward silence, then he left the room and went down the corridor to the loo.
After a minute it suddenly dawned on me that the sight of my knickers had excited him so much that he'd had to go jerk himself off (admittedly they were lacy black ones).
Neither of us said anything when he came back, but there was a definite tension in the air.
It was odd walking round with no knickers on. I felt exposed and vulnerable, but at the same time rather sexy.
Straight after lunch I had to go see my boss. I know he fancies me because at the Christmas disco he got me to dance to a slow number and his hands were all over me. He tried to persuade me to slip down to the basement storeroom with him, but I don't fancy him so I refused.
Now I stood next to him as he pointed out figures on the computer screen. I wonder what would have been his reaction if he had known that all he had to do was stick his hand up my skirt and he would have easy access to my pussy.
More to the point my assistant Steve knew about my lack of underwear and I knew that he knew. I found myself wondering what his reaction would be if I accidentally on purpose flashed at him. At first it was just an amusing flight of fancy - I could imagine him blushing away even as his prick got harder.
But of course it was a fantasy that was relatively easy to carry out and as I thought about it I was surprised to find my pussy pouting wetly.
As the afternoon wore on the temptation to expose myself was irresistible. It was all I could think about and finally I resolved to do it. With my heart pounding away I waited till Steve was near my desk then knocked a pen on the floor and asked him to pick it up. As he bent down I parted my legs. He gasped and stared at my sex. Finally he put the pen on the table with trembling fingers.
I told him there was a job that needed doing in the basement storeroom and he had to come with me.
He followed eagerly and as soon as we were in the basement he grabbed me and started mauling me. That wasn't what I had in mind so I pushed him away and told him to wait. I went over to the farthest corner where we were safely out of sight behind all the cabinets and shelving. Then I sat on the carpet and parted my legs for him. He just stared, so I told him he ought to unfasten his trousers. He scrabbled with his belt and zip as I stroked my inner thighs. His pants came down and revealed a lovely erect cock - big, firm and stiff. I was wet through and ready for him. I teased him by slipping a finger into my pussy.
 
                             
                         
                         
                         
                         
                         
                                 
                                 
                                 
                                