1. Two Eleven and Our Semi-Public Show


    Date: 9/11/2015, Categories: Voyeur, Author: CommunicationDirectr, Rating: 9, Source: LushStories

    I saw her on the elevator and we briefly exchanged looks and smiles as we headed up to the 48th floor. Clarke and Weston Law Firm had half the floor and Anderson Consulting had the second half. I wondered who she worked for on the 48th. She stepped off the elevator and headed toward the law offices as I headed toward my accounting office. I couldn't get her out of my mind. She was strikingly beautiful with her jet black long hair, model-like features and hot body. I figured she was either a legal assistant or perhaps a clerk. I tried to finish up a work project but couldn't focus. Three cups of coffee later, I was finally able to crank out my first preliminary report of a small business I had been assigned to audit. I stepped on the elevator and took it to the ground floor for lunch. There was a small deli just off the main concourse. I stepped in and surveyed the menu board. There was a line of folks waiting to place their lunch orders. Then, I noticed, there she was again, standing right in front of me. She wore a black, just above the knee length business skirt, and stylish heels. She had yet to notice me, which was a great, since I had a few minutes to try and think of what to say. She stepped up to the counter and ordered Tuna on Rye and an iced tea. I watched as she fished out her credit card and paid for the items. The clerk gave her a number and as she turned, she looked in my direction. She smiled and nodded her head to indicate she had recognized me. “Hey,” I ...
    responded. “Hi,” she replied, flashing a smile. She stepped to the side and I stepped up to the counter to place my order. “Number seventy,” the clerk told me. I stepped to the side. I looked at my number as my dream girl was looking at her cell phone. I stood off to the side, wanting to say something, but not knowing what to say. “Number sixty nine,” the clerk called out. My dream girl stepped forward to claim her lunch. She turned and looked at me. “See ya,” she remarked. “Yes, later,” I instinctively replied, as though I knew her. She turned and walked away and I felt like a stupid fool. I had no idea who she was, what she did or anything about her. I knew where she worked and that as about all I knew. Our encounters had been happenstance and I hoped to see her again. “Number seventy,” the lunch counter clerk called out. I grabbed my lunch and quickly hurried to the lobby, hoping to share the elevator ride back to the 48th with my dream girl. Unfortunately, she was gone. The afternoon work grind was tough. I kept alternating between work and day dreaming. I couple of new audit assignments rolled into my In-Box, so I decided to stay late and play catch-up. The offices emptied quickly. I took a quick stroll around the office about seven o’clock. I was the only one left. I stepped down the hallway to the restroom. As I was coming out of the men’s room, I practically walked right into her. She was looking down, readjusting her skirt and I wasn’t paying much attention either. Both of ...
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