1. Two Eleven and Our Semi-Public Show


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

    us quickly took a step back, making apologies before either of us knew who we had practically run over. “I see I’m not the only one working late,” she remarked. “Yes,” I replied, “The work never ends.” “What do you do?” she inquired. “Financial audits,” I replied, “and you?” “I am an employment labor specialist,” she replied. She stuck out her hand in my direction and introduced herself, “Rebecca”. I did a quick survey and noticed she wasn’t wearing any rings. I figured she was either single by choice or divorced. “So are you on your way out?” I inquired. “No,” she replied. “I think I’ve got about another hour of work to do.” I could tell she didn't relish the late work hours and I was right there with her when it came to staying late at work. Acting on an impulse, I asked her if she wanted to share a cup of coffee. To my surprise, she said “Yes.” One of the great benefits of working in a financial services company was having a great coffee bar. On the way to the bar, I learned that Rebecca was a newly licensed attorney and that this was her first job since passing the bar exam. Rebecca was unpretentious, and down to earth. She said she was raised in a middle income family and that her being able to go to law school came at a huge cost - no social life. She leaned against the coffee counter as our coffee brewed. “What about you?” she asked. I told her I was single by choice, preferring to take my time to find the right soul mate. “A playboy,” Rebecca teasingly surmised. I ...
    readily admitted to my one character fault. I handed Rebecca her cup of coffee. “So where is your office?” she asked. “Down the hallway,” I replied, “It’s not much, but it works.” Without saying a word, Rebecca sauntered down the hallway, peering into each office. As she did, I replied, “No, no, no, and no,” as she peered into each open door. Finally, we got to the end of the hallway. “You have a corner office?” she asked. “I worked hard for it,” I replied. Rebecca stepped into my office and over to the floor to ceiling glass window that allowed for a view of the cityscape and the office tower next door. “Wow!” she exclaimed, “What a view!” I had gotten used to the view over the years. In fact, I rarely if ever, consciously looked out the window. My desk faced the office entry and my back was usually to the windows. I sat down in my high back leather desk chair and swiveled around, my feet stretched out and my ankles crossed. There was no way to hide the obvious tent that had formed in my pants. Rebecca looked in my direction. I could see her eyes quickly survey me. “Are we comfortable?” she asked. “Yes, I am,” I replied. Rebecca looked back out the window. “That view is amazing,” she remarked, “You can actually see people in the tower next door, still at work.” “Yeah,” I responded, “You wonder if they ever take a break.” Rebecca turned and looked at me. “Do we have the floor to ourselves?” she asked. “I’m pretty sure we do in this office,” I replied, “I can’t speak for the law ...
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