I Bent Over in Front of My Boss So Many Times She’s Starting to Stare
By Day Three, I had grown bolder.
I wore a tight red blouse that hugged my breasts perfectly and a black pleated skirt so short it barely covered me when I sat. No panties, of course.
Elena had started watching me. She thought she was being subtle, but I caught her eyes drifting to my legs every time I crossed the room.
This morning, I spent a long time “organizing” the bottom drawer of the filing cabinet right beside her desk. When I bent over deeply with my legs straight, my ass pointed straight at her. My short skirt flipped up and gave her a full, unobstructed view of my bare, shaved pussy.
I heard her breath catch.
“Claire,” Elena whispered, her voice strained. “What are you doing?”
I looked back at her from between my legs, hair falling across my face. “Just cleaning up, boss. Why? Is something wrong?”
A jolt went through me as her thighs pressed together under the desk.
For a moment, I thought she would—
Elena cleared her throat loudly. “Nothing. Just… hurry up.”
Alright then.
My resolve hardened, and I stayed bent over longer than I needed to, letting her look her fill.
When I finally straightened and turned around, Elena was unable to hide it.
I caught her staring directly at my ass. Her face flushed deeper, and she looked away quickly.
For lunch, I sat on the edge of her desk with my legs slightly parted, feeding her updates while my foot “accidentally” brushed against her calf underneath the table.
Each time I met her bare skin, her breath caught, and she almost shuddered. But she did not pull away.
I was getting closer.
Later that afternoon, I dropped a pen right between her legs. Then I sank slowly to my knees and crawled under her desk to retrieve it.
My face ended up only inches from her lap. I could smell her. Warm, feminine, and unmistakably getting wet.
Elena sat frozen in her seat while I took my time.
I let my cheek brush lightly against her thigh as I pretended to search. When I finally came back up, her nipples stood hard and were visible under her silk blouse.
“Claire…” Elena whispered.
The dark warning in her voice sent a jolt to my stomach.
I just smiled, flirty and playful. “Found it! You seem so tense lately, Elena. Maybe you need a massage after work?”
She didn’t answer. Simply turning back to her desk in work. But she didn’t say no either.
On Day Four, I chose a sheer white blouse with no bra. Making my dark nipples show clearly every time I moved.
Then, when carrying refreshment into Elena’s office, I “accidentally” spilled water on myself right in front of her, making the fabric cling wetly to my breasts.
For a full five seconds, Elena sat frozen. Staring straight at me. Then she caught herself and lowered her head quickly.
It was so wet, I was soaking wet when I left the office.
That night, in the office parking lot, I fingered myself in the car, while thinking about her tongue on my clit.
Elena was crack to my body.
I moaned her name until I came twice, hard.
I was getting so close. Elena was starting to crack. I could just feel it.
