AS LONG AS YOU'RE DOING

FAVORS FOR A FRIEND....

DO A FEW FOR YOURSELF.

In all of her life,

she'd never been behind the desk

in an office before..

She'd always been mary homemaker,

and always imagined what it must be like

to intercom some hapless bimbette

and have her do your every bidding...

to take a lunch

and

to spin in a big overstuffed chair,

while wheeling and dealing

on one of those pindrop long distance services...

she'd sat on the other side of the desk many times...

been accepted and turned down

on the other side of the desk..

been questioned and spoken down to

on the other side of the desk...

always in the shadow of the unbalance.

And so,

when Janice called from New Orleans

and begged her to go get some letters from her desk

and burn them before her new boss

and plaything

happened across them...

she decided to make a night of it...

She was gonna get the letters

and burn them...

and she was gonna use the office health club...

maybe work off an ounce or two,

and she was gonna make herself some coffee

and get in the whirlpool

and take a sauna

and she was for sure

gonna whirl around and around

in this big leather highback 'n' arms chair...

But first she had had to get into the building...

Janice's card almost wasn't enough..

she had to give the guard head with her eyes

just to get to the elevator...

but she made it...

carried it off like Hepburn, or Bacall

or one of them other big shouldered broads.

And now she was in the office,

digging in the desk of the Assistant Promotions Manager..

her friend since before they had hair down there...

She found the small bundle of mail,

wrapped in a much removed band,

in the back of the top drawer..

and she tucked them in her purse,

for later immolation

in some more discreet spot,

that didn't have three million dollars worth

of fire alarms.

and then she put her hands behind her head,

put her heels on the desk,

and spun the chair...

It was like a new ride ..

like a test mission

from the N.A.S.A of her heart..

and takeoff was perfect..

in the dim office light,

she saw the hallway to the workout room,

and the doorway to the spa and sauna...

On the thirty fifth floor she looked over the city..

it could have been any city at this height..

she was invisible to anything on this planet,

and had never been invisible before...

most of her life was spent in the

multi - crosshairs of

scouts and school

and pta's and dinner on time...

this was stolen time

alien time

time for the cowardly lioness to get some courage...

and yet risk nothing...

no-one would ever know what she did up here

in the chrome and glass space shuttle...

that's why she'd worn

"the dress"...

that's what she and hubby always referred to it as...

some friend of her sisters had bought it for her as a wedding present,

it was silk and smooth and cut like a blade

around her body...

it was a deep blue,

like a blue that she'd never seen before..

until she allowed the dress to flow out of the closet,

off the hanger

and onto her frame.

and then she realised,

it was the same blue as his eyes..

not hubby's eyes,

but the eyes of the man in her dreams..

the eyes of a stranger..

they were that color blue..

and they were wide and blazing...

she had become accustomed to waking in a state..

and such a state..

damp from waist to thigh..

firm and rolled in the right places,

and breathing too fast for sleep.

He thought she had asthma...

and she was beginning to wish she had..

but the laundry was piling up,

and none of it was dry...

It was early evening when she flashed no-one

in the parking lot...

but that was only because the parking lot was empty

when she stretched her naked legs from the car

and felt the evening air rush up between them...

By the time she was bending to lock her car door,

her nipples were making twin tents in the silk,

and the cold glass of the window

was rubbing against the hardness at the ends of her breasts.

She knew that the short dress had hiked up

close to the top of her thighs in back

and that the soft pink panties that were under this miracle dress

were only a bent back away from fully visible....

She had only begun to calm down,

after the eyelash flutter at the guard had gotten her onto the elevator,

and then she got all wound up again

as the silent, almost inhaled ascent

had sent her stomach into her belly

and her nipples swishing against the silk..

at first she bemoaned that she had chosen to not wear a bra under the dress

but heavens

after all it's a silk dress....

any bra would look foolish under it..

and then,

as the static from the silk teased at her nipples,

and sent a shimmer through her entire body

just before the elevator stopped..

she had understood why she had worn it

without the confining underthing...

and as she now rose from the spinning chair,

in the huge corner office,

she held her tits out to the world - through the reflective glass wall

and she rubbed her nipples through the silk

and she felt....... awake.

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