Part 1 is here
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<< I’m new at this and trying not to get too graphic, but these are all true stories :-) >>
After she left my office, I got back to work for a while – I knew she would be watching the elevator from her own office so she could ride down with me. At around 5:45, I packed my bag and walked over to it, and of course, she came out of her office and caught up with me.
“Ah, I forgot something, have a good night” I said and turned and walked away from her. I heard the familiar ding of the door opening behind me as I got back to my office. I waited a moment, heard the doors close, then turned to head back. And there she was, waiting with cheeks flushed, and posture rigid as if to tell me she was in control of herself.
“No need to wait” I said
She didn’t speak.
We got onto the next elevator, which happened to be empty, and the doors closed. I leaned back against the wall behind me and she stood dead center, facing me. Still, she didn’t say a word. Nor did I. If she thought I was going to ravage her right then and there, she was wrong. And it was painful keeping my composure, but I did. I could still taste her on my lips from earlier and wanted more.
The elevator eventually came to a stop, bounced a little, then the doors opened and we headed to the garage.
I walked her to her car, being the gentleman I am, and held her work bag as she fumbled around in her purse for her keys. She was waiting for me to give her an order, or kiss her or touch her somehow. I knew she was still aroused and aching for me to let her finish.
But no, not yet. She sat down, clearly disappointed, and I leaned my head halfway into the car.
“We are going to have dinner on Saturday. I will pick you up at 7:00. If you’re not ready at 7:00 I will go back home.”
She shook her head meekly in agreement, started her car, and drove off.
The next morning, I got in early and left an envelope in her top drawer. That envelope had a note card that read “I have made arrangements for you to go across the street to Macy’s and pick out a suitable outfit for Saturday. It is already paid for and I have made suggestions to the sales manager, whose name is Lillian. Have your lunch at 12 today, and be there by 2. She will be waiting with your options.”
I did not see much of her that day, or the rest of the week for that matter. Just the occasional glimpse into my office as she walked passed to get to the water dispenser or restroom.
Saturday arrived and I went to pick her up, exactly at 7, and she was ready at the door waiting. She looked stunning in the outfit. Black button down blouse, sliver skirt, thigh highs and black heels. “You chose very well, and look beautiful” I told her – which must have surprised her a bit because she blushed and thanked me. I took her hand as she stepped out of her door way and down the three steps to the sidewalk leading to the driveway. I could see in her face that she didn’t know what to expect tonight. Was she going to be spoiled and pampered, made to feel like a queen being worshiped? Or was she going to be HANDLED over the next several hours.
In the car we chatted a bit and while she was mid sentence, I rested my hand on her left thigh for a moment. She very subtly, and maybe unconsciously, spread her legs just the tiniest bit, inviting me to go higher. So of course, I put my hand back on the gear shifter and left it there until we got parked.
Midway through dinner, stood up, folded my napkin and walked to her seat, behind her. I took her napkin from her lap and whispered into her ear. “In 1 minute, excuse yourself and go to the ladies room. Take your purse and phone.” She didn’t react.
I sat back down and continued eating and sipping at the glass of red wine from the bottle we were sharing.
She asked if she could be excused for a moment, grabbed her phone and purse and went to the ladies room.
When she got there, she felt the buzz in her hand with a text from me.
“Find an empty stall”
Then another
“There is a small black bag in your purse. In that bag is a gift for you. Then come back to the table.”
She opened the gift from her bag,wondering how I snuck it in there…
It was a pair of panties with a little nub in the crotch. She took her underwear off, and put them on, inserting the nub into herself.
She walked back through the restaurant, trying not to seem awkward, wondering if anybody could tell how hot she was. She sat and I welcomed her back.
She picked up her fork and started eating again. She was quiet, and understandably so. I asked her about something at work, and we started talking a bit.
Then, just as she finished sipping her wine, I hit the remote in my pocket. There was a small vibrating disc in the front of the panties that she had not noticed …. she sat up straight and squeezed her legs together, hoping she was the only one who could hear the muffled buzzing sound. I released it after about 3 seconds. She took another sip of wine and wiped her brow with her napkin. As we continued to eat, I would hit the button at random times. She was pretty close to having an orgasm right there, but I cut it off before she hit. She needed to wait.
“You are doing well” I told her, softly, “but are you ready for more? We can do better, can’t we?”
“Yes” she replied back. She looked down at her plate waiting for another vibration, but it didn’t come.
“You’ll have to excuse me for a moment.” I rose, buttoned my jacket and left the table. I watched her for a moment, from the other side of the room…she didn’t move a hair. She just waited.
After a few minutes, the waiter returned to the table and handed her a small envelope. Inside, a note “Dinner is over. The bill is paid” and a key card to room 206 in the hotel above….
<<more to come? Up to you>>
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I like where this is going!