Emily could feel her pulse quicken as she walked down the hallway. She could see light coming from the attorney's office. Good. She forced herself to slow down...to take a deep breath when she got within two offices of the open door.
She ran her hands down the back of her skirt and nervously checked her hair with damp palms. Then she stopped, knocked lightly on the edge of the office door and peeked around the corner.
Hannah Caldwell looked up and smiled.
"Hi, Emily."
"Hi, Ms. Caldwell," the young woman replied, stepping halfway through the doorway. "If I'm interrupting..."
"No. Not at all," the attorney said quickly.
"I came to pick up the folder you wanted me to give to Mr. Brown."
"Sure," Hannah said. "Come on in."
The attorney swiveled her chair around and stood up. Emily gazed at the woman's long legs and petite ass in the expensive, perfectly fitting slacks. When Hannah turned back around with the folder in hand, Emily tried not to stare at Hannah's breasts. The attorney's pale blue blouse allowed just a hint of the outline of her black bra to sneak through. Beneath was a pair of smallish, but appealing, breasts that pressed against the soft material.
Hannah stretched across the corner of the desk, extending her arm toward the young secretary. Emily reached for the folder, catching a fleeting glimpse of the top of the bra through the opening in Hannah's blouse.
"Thank you," Emily said softly, beginning to turn back toward the door.
"Can't you stay?" Hannah said as she returned to her chair.
Emily's heart jumped. She looked at the smile on the attorney's face and knew she would stay. She wanted desperately to stay.
"Well, I guess for a little bit," Emily replied, secretly scolding herself for sounding like the inexperienced twenty-two year old she was.
She thought she caught Hannah scanning her body with those incredible blue eyes. Or did she just wish the thirty-something blonde was actually paying attention to her? Emily felt her nipples press against the inside of her sweater. How many nights had she lain naked in bed masturbating to the thought of Hannah sucking on those nipples?
"I haven't seen you in days, it seems," Hannah was saying. "Is everything alright? Is there anything I can do for you?"
Hannah and Emily was one of the newest "teams" in the large law firm. Hannah had been with the firm for only a year when Emily was hired. The managing partner teamed them together with the understanding, unbeknownst to Emily, that Hannah could request another secretary if the young woman didn't work out.
So far, everything had been working out.
"No. I'm fine. Thanks for asking," Emily said, fumbling with the folder.
"Sit down," Hannah said, turning her hand toward one of the office's large chairs.
"OK. Thanks."
Emily settled into the overstuffed chair and crossed her legs. Hannah watched as the tight skirt rode up the secretaries shapely legs.
"You're doing a good job, Emily," Hannah said, leaning back in her chair. "I'll be doing an evaluation soon. I don't think you have anything to worry about."
"Thanks. I enjoy working for you."
"How's that boyfriend of yours?" Hannah asked with another grin.
"Oh. He's fine. I don't see him much," Emily said, still sitting upright in the chair more from anxiety than anything else.
"Oh, oh. Sounds like trouble," Hannah said.
Emily felt the guilt flow through her from having invented the make-believe boyfriend in the first place. "Maybe. I don't think we'll ever get serious."
Hannah looked across the office at the young secretary. Shiny brown hair hung close to Emily's well-tanned face. Her sweater clung to attractive breasts. And those legs...those beautiful legs. What a waste, all of that going to a boy.
"You're young. You have plenty of time," Hannah assured her.
"I know. I'm not worried."
Emily finally slid back into the chair and relaxed. She tugged at her skirt and managed to cover an additional inch or two of her thighs.
The women talked for another fifteen minutes about office gossip and year-end goings-on. They really did communicate well when they let their sexual tensions take a back seat.
Hannah eventually wrapped up the discussion and Emily stood to leave. The attorney stopped her by asking, "Emily, can you be here at the end of the day tomorrow. Right before you have to leave?"
"Sure. Whatever you want." With that, Emily took her folder and walked out of the office, excited about the few minutes she'd had with the attorney.
The next day dragged on forever for Emily knowing another chance to spend time with Hannah awaited her. Hannah had stopped by the secretary's desk a couple times during the day, but it was always too brief and too formal for Emily's taste.
Fifteen minutes before Emily's normal quitting time, she got her stuff ready and placed it on top of her desk. Then she took the short walk down the hallway to Hannah's office. Nobody else appeared to be around. The sound of her shoes was the only noise on the entire floor, it seemed.
Emily rapped softly on the door and quickly heard Hannah invite her in.
"Close the door, Emily," Hannah said.
A lump rose in Emily's throat. What had she done wrong? She wracked her brain for anything that had gone wrong lately.
"I'm glad you could make it. I won't keep you long," Hannah said, rising from her chair and coming out from behind her desk. She stopped close enough to Emily that they could have touched.
The attorney slowly looked down to the top of Emily's sleeveless blouse. "You look very nice today, Emily."
"Uh, thank you." Emily watched Hannah's eyes. Unhurriedly, they rose to meet her own.
"Do you wear a bra?" Hannah knew the answer.
"Yes."
"Show me," Hannah ordered in a voice Emily had never heard before.
"What?" Emily understood the words, but couldn't comprehend the meaning.
"Do you have a bra on?"
"Uh...yes."
