I had lost track of the time.I had lost track of the time. As I bolted out of the bathroom, I nearly collided with a woman whom I'd seen several times before. She was a brunette, about 25 and pretty, with a really nice figure. She stood out around the office as one of the few women who weren't shy about wearing sexy clothes to work. She'd swing her hips and let her breasts bounce as she'd walk, and I'd often find myself staring appreciatively at her swaying ass and sexy body. She was wearing a tight red dress of a light, knit material. It stopped way above her knees. Several times earlier that day I had seen her and admired how sexy she looked in that dress with her gorgeous body and sexy walk. So anyway, after nearly colliding with her, I started to blurt out a hurried apology about being late for a meeting, but I almost choked on the words when she seemed to gaze at my crotch and then back up to my eyes. At that point I realized that I still had a partial hard-on from my bathroom masturbation, but I kept my cool ... barely. She had a smile and replied to my apology with what seemed to be a raised eyebrow and a cheerful "No problem." I nervously apologized again and rushed back to my desk where I quickly stashed the folder of pornography, grabbed my notebook, and ran to the meeting. Luckily, the meeting started late and I got there just as the door was closing. It went on for a couple hours and was boring as hell, and my mind wandered back to that woman. Did she really notice my hard-on, or was it just my imagination? Was that some sort of a knowing look she gave me after her apparent gaze at my crotch, or just a cheerful acceptance of my apology? After a while I decided that I was reading far too much into her actions and was once again letting my imagination get the better of me. I sighed to myself and tried to concentrate on the meeting. It finally ended around 4:45, 15 minutes before quitting time. But as usual, I had to work late. Back at my desk I sat down with the intention of resuming work on the program I was trying to finish, but I looked down and noticed a note. It read "You dropped some papers out of your folder. Call me before 5:00. Ursula." There was a phone extension. I swore to myself and practially tore my desk drawer open. My fears were realized when I looked into my secret porn folder: the erotica was missing along with some of the innocent papers I used to hide it in. |