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 ï>¿Helping Alexandra byFrancisdonatienÂ(C)

   Helping Alexandra Ch.  01

   Fred was working late one Friday night in April, trying to finish
several projects before he left on two weeks of vacation.  He thought he
was the last one in the office, so was startled when he heard a knock on
the frame of his office door.  Alexandra, a recent hire, was standing in
the opening with some papers in her hand.

   "Could you help me with something?  I have to get this release out
tonight, and Ellen and the others have all left.  This is my first time
trying this on my own."

   Alexandra had been working in media relations for a few months and was
still finding her ways through the intricacies of getting out medical news
to the world at large.

   Fred was feeling tired and a little silly, so he said, "Sure, but it'll
cost you."

   "You want me to pay you?" Alexandra looked startled.  While new, she was
not without an assertive edge to her personality.

   "No, just toss your shoes over there." Fred said, pointing to the corner
of his office.

   Alexandra rolled her eyes and kicked off her shoes.  Fred then took the
papers and read them over.  After a couple minutes, he said, "You take two
paragraphs to get to the main point.  I know the doctors want us to tell
everybody how wonderful they are with their long academic titles, but we
should put the important information first." He circled a couple paragraphs
with a pencil.  "This is what will sell the story, get people interested.
If the first thing the reporter reads is the doctor's name, it'll go in the
trash."

   She took the papers and started to reach for her shoes.  "No, leave them
there till we're finished." She rolled her eyes again and walked back to
her cubicle.

   He completed one project and was starting to work on another when she
came back.  "I've done what you said.  What do you think?"

   "How about your socks?"

   Another eye-roll, and she took her socks off and tossed them into the
same corner with her shoes.  Fred read through the revised release and made
a few edits along the way.  After getting to the end, he went back and read
another section closely.  "These two paragraphs need some clarification. 
Do you have this doctor's number?  You should be able to reach him.  Give
him a call, and just say you need some help explaining his work.  He's a
decent guy and shouldn't give you a hard time."

   Alexandra headed back to her cubicle, and Fred could hear her on the
phone.  He got deeply involved in his project update, so was surprised
again when she knocked on his door.  "So, I talked to the doctor, and he
gave me a lot of background information, and I repeated it back to him to
make sure I understood it.  I wrote some of the paragraphs down, but I'm
not sure how to put it into the story."

   Fred leaned back in his chair and grinned at her.  "That sounds pretty
complicated," he said lightly.  "I think that's worth at least a pair of
slacks."

   Alexandra was puzzled for a moment, then her eyes bugged out in surprise
that quickly turned to outrage.  "You've got to be kidding me.  You think
I'm going to play this game with you any further?"

   Fred shrugged and leaned back into his work.  Alexandra stood there for
a few moments, then broke the silence.  "Look, this is my first release
that I've done on my own.  I want to make sure I get it right."

   "I'm sure you'll figure it out," Fred said, still bent over his desk. 
Nearly a minute went by in silence, then Alexandra sighed and put her
papers on his desk.  "Fine," she said in exasperation.  Fred turned his
head slightly so he would appear to continue working and watched her hands
unbutton and unzip her pants, then lower the slacks off her legs.  She was
wearing purple panties that were slightly skewed, revealing a little bit
more of her pubic hair and mound than she would have liked.

   She tossed her slacks onto the chair in the corner of his office. 
"Okay?"

   Fred reached for her papers that she had dropped on his desk, seemingly
paying no attention to this young woman in her panties and shirt.  "Sit
down.  What have you got here?"

   She explained that she had written two paragraphs based on the doctor's
explanation and read them back to him for his approval.  He had also agreed
with her general understanding of his work.  "I'm just not sure how to put
it together with the rest of the release."

   Fred read over her notes and asked her some questions, then began
reviewing different approaches.  He didn't so much tell her how to arrange
the information as he tried to help her understand the logic of the
developing information and how she could arrange the information to help
the reader follow a path of learning.

   "Thanks, that helps a lot," she said as she gathered the papers.  "And
it should help me with later work." She stood up and headed out.  As they
had talked, she must have shifted around in her seat, because one side of
her panties had slid into her butt crack, and he got a clear view of her
bare right butt cheek as she left his office.  He bent back over his work
with a smile of satisfaction.

   A few minutes later, he was surprised to hear the door to the office
open and called out a greeting.  Karen, an older woman in the media
relations area, stuck her head in.

   "What are you doing here so late?"

   "Finishing up some work before I leave for vacation."

   "Yeah, that's right," she said.  "Where are you going again?" She
stepped into his office and sat down.  He reminded her that he was off to
the Bahamas with stop on three islands, and she talked about some of the
time she had spent there on vacation.  After a few minutes, she spotted the
female clothes piled in the corner.  "What's with these?"

   "I'm having a little fun with Alexandra.  She's working on a release and
asked for some help."

   "So you're trading help for clothes?"

   Fred shrugged and smiled.  Karen scowled at him for a moment, then
shrugged.  "You get your fun where you can, I guess."

   Just then, the phone rang.  It was Alexandra.  "Is that Karen in your
office?"

   "Yeah."

   "I have a couple more questions.  Can you come down here?"

   "I'm perfectly happy right here.  Why don't you come on up?" He smiled
at Karen and raised a finger to ask her to wait.

   "I don't want her to see me like this!"

   "Well, I'm sure you can figure it out for yourself." He listened to her
breathing on the phone for several long seconds, then she whispered, "You
bastard" and hung up.  He sat back in his chair and looked at Karen.  "She
might be coming down."

   Soon, Alexandra stepped into the office.  "Hi," she said to Karen
through clenched teeth.  Karen nodded back at her.  Alexandra turned to
Fred.  "I made those changes.  You were a lot of help.  Now I need to
double-check the formatting before I send it out."

   "Oh, it's a good thing Karen's here then, she can help with that for
than I can.  That's worth a shirt, don't you think?"

   Alexandra's face turned a deeper shade of red, and she clenched her jaw
even more, but she bravely started unbuttoning her shirt and slipped it off
her shoulders.  Karen kept looking at her own shoes, while Fred watched the
gradual revelation of the salmon-colored bra, which gently hugged
Alexandra's breasts, clearly showing the outline of her nipples.

   As the shirt dropped to the floor, Fred handed the draft release to
Karen.  "Here, why don't you take a look at this?  I think she's done a
good job." Grateful for something to do other than stare at Alexandra,
Karen grabbed the pages and read them closely.  After a couple more glances
at Alexandra's bare stomach and shoulders, Fred suggested she sit down.

   "This is really good," Karen said, "a pretty clear explanation of a
complicated topic."

   "Fred helped with the order of the quotes," Alexandra said, trying to
sound relaxed, now that she was seated and had her arms folded across her
chest.  "He helped me tell a story rather than just dish out information."

   "It's good, ready to send.  You should put your contact information
first, then Ellen's, and don't forget the boilerplate paragraph at the
end."

   "Should I send it to the medical reporters list?"

   "Medical reporters, his medical school journal, if we have it, and a
couple speciality journals." Karen named the main journals as she handed
the release back to Fred and went back to studying her shoes.

   Fred handed the papers back to Alexandra.  "Anything else?"

   "Not for now." She stood up and headed back to her office.  Fred noticed
that her panties covered more of her butt than they did the last time, but
there was still a fair amount of cheek showing.

   He turned to Karen.  "Thanks for your help."

   She got up.  "Enjoy the rest of your evening."

   "Not going to stick around?"

   "Nope, this is too much excitement for me." She headed out of his office
to her own cubicle across the way, picked up what she had come for, then
called out, "So long, Alex," as she left.  There was a grunt in reply.

   Fred was close to finishing up his work when there was another knock on
his door.  Alexandra was there in her bra and panties.  "I've got it all
formatted and ready to go, but I'm not sure how to send a group fax on the
machine.  They have the addresses built in for sending to various lists of
reporters, so I need help with that."

   "Okay."

   "Will I need to pay for that too?"

   Fred was a little taken aback by the question and the sly tone that had
entered into Alexandra's voice.  She had put the papers on his guest chair
and stood there with one hip cocked and one hand fingering her bra strap.
Was she taunting him, or just getting into the game?  His voice felt a
little weak and shaky when he finally said, "Yeah."

   She looked down at her left shoulder as she slowly moved her right hand
to the bra strap and pushed it off and down her arm.  Her fingers slid
lightly across the top of her bra over the mound of her breast, even
sliding a knuckle down behind the bra fabric, and into the valley between
them.  She glanced up sideways toward him, then resumed her hand's journey
over her right breast till she reached the bra strap and gently slid it off
her shoulder and down her arm.

   Fred was transfixed as he watched her fingers on both hands gently trace
the outline of her bra, cup her breasts, and arouse her own nipples.  Who
was in charge here, he wondered, and took another breath as she reached
both hands behind her back.  After a moment, the bra sagged, and she
brought her right arm around to hold it up, while she slid her left arm out
from the strap.  She switched arms and did the same on the other side, then
began playing at pulling it away from her breasts, until she finally
brought it down and dropped it to the floor.

   Her breasts sagged somewhat as they were released from the bra, pointing
slightly outward.  The aroused nipples pointed down from the pinkish-brown
areolas.  Alexandra rocked back on her heels slightly, and the breasts
shifted with the move.  Fred could not take his eyes off them, and he found
he had trouble breathing.

   "What?" he said suddenly, thinking she had said something.

   "The fax machine?"

   "Oh, right.  Let's go."

   He watched her breasts sway down and back as she picked up the papers
and headed out down the hall.  At the fax machine, he tried hard to
concentrate on what she needed to do, rather than staring at her breasts,
which shifted and swayed with every move she made.  Finally, she had
punched in all the numbers, inserted the papers, and pressed Start.  "The
rest is automatic," he said.  "You'll get a record of everything that went
out at the end."

   "Thanks again for all your help.  I'm going to tidy up my office while
this is sending."

   He watched her all the way down the hall, her ass twitching with each
step.  He went back to his office and finished the last step in his work
before he cleaned off his desk.  Just as he was about finished, Alexandra
was at his office door again.  He enjoyed the sway of her breasts as she
came to a stop.  "I forgot," she said.  "My car's in the shop.  Could you
give me a ride home, so I don't have to take the bus."

   Without thinking, he said, "Sure, but it'll cost you."

   They both froze.  Alexandra turned pale, and Fred felt the heat rise to
his face.  He had not intended to say that.  He had not expected the game
to go this far, and he certainly had not expected anything more, but the
words slipped out, probably by reflex action.  He couldn't get his voice to
work, as though he had had the wind knocked out of him.  Finally, he
breathed in and was about to say that he was kidding when he noticed her
hands moving along the waistband of her panties.

   He watched in fascination as they moved ever so slowly, as though she
were in a trance, from the front to the sides.  As they started to move
toward the front, her thumbs slipped inside.  She pulled the waistband
slightly away from her stomach and held it there for what seemed like a few
minutes, but was probably just a second or two.  Then the thumbs continued
their journey back to the sides and around to her back.  Slowly, patiently,
the hands drew the panties down and off of her butt.  Fred could see the
side of her naked ass cheek slowly being unveiled.

   When she had got the panties down in back, Alexandra began moving her
hands forward, just as slowly pulling the front down and revealing a fringe
of her pubic hair.  Finally, she bent down and slid the panties down past
her knees and left them fall to the floor.  Her breasts swayed as she stood
up.  She gracefully stepped out of the panties on the floor, kicked them to
the side, and stood there in front of him, stark naked in the middle of his
office.

   Fred could hardly breathe.  She stood still as he looked her up and
down, admiring her breasts rising and falling with each breath, and her
pussy lips sticking out from beneath her public hair.  She seemed to be in
total control, even though he was the one with clothes on.  Finally, she
broke the silence.

   "What now?"

   A flurry of thoughts and images flew through his brain until one of them
caught his attention.

   "You have a backpack, right?" She nodded.  "Go get it."

   She walked out of the office without hesitation and down to her cubicle.
He watched her go, seemingly carefree, as though she always walked to her
office naked.  When she came out with the backpack, she made no attempt to
cover her pussy or breasts as she walked and swung the backpack along her
side.

   He unzipped the pack and slid her shoes and socks into it.  She watched
impassively as he neatly folded her slacks and added them into the pack,
followed by her shirt and her bra.  When he picked up her panties, she felt
her pussy twitching as he carefully unrolled them, smoothed them out, then
folded them into a neat square before putting them into the pack and
zipping it up.

   He picked up his own bag and looped it over his shoulder, then took her
backpack in his hands.  "I'll go get my car.  It'll probably take me ten to
twelve minutes to get to the garage, take the elevator, get in the car,
drive out of the garage and come back here.  I'll stop as long as I can in
front of the building, then drive around the block to try again.  I'll do
that five times.  If I don't see you within those five times, I'll assume
you found another way home.  Deal?"

   She nodded, and he headed out the door.  When the main door to the
office closed behind him, she let out a long, loud moan and clutched both
hands to her pussy, which was soaking wet.  She rubbed herself and let out
another loud gasp as she had an orgasm that had been building up for
several minutes.  She collapsed into Fred's office chair and rubbed herself
again and again, then slid a couple fingers up inside her cunt and gave
herself another orgasm.  She lay across his chair, grunting and gasping
with every wave that passed over her till she was done.  She closed her
eyes, then suddenly jerked up, when she realized she may have blacked out
momentarily.

   "Oh, geez, what have I done?  He's got my clothes, he's seen me naked,
how am I going to get home?" The tension and fear which she had held at bay
suddenly overwhelmed her, and she started crying.  "No, I can't do that,"
she said out loud.  "I've got to get down there when he drives around. 
He'll get me home.  How long has it been?  What did he say?  Ten to twelve
minutes?" She stood up and realized that she had made a mess of his chair.
She stared at it for a moment, then started laughing.  "He gets what he
asks for," she said to the four walls and headed out.

   She had another moment of fear when the main office door locked behind
her.  Now she was out, she couldn't go back in and hide.  She headed toward
the elevator, then decided to take the stairs.  "I wouldn't be able to hide
if somebody else got on the elevator." Before the last flight, she realized
that there was a window onto the alleyway where people went to smoke.  She
stopped before rounding the corner.  "Not this late," she thought and
headed down the last flight of steps.

   Another wave of panic swept over her as the door to the lobby closed
behind her, leaving her locked out of the rest of the building.  She
crouched behind the security guard's desk, grateful that it was vacant
after hours.  She quickly realized, though, that she could not get a good
view of the street to recognize Fred's car.  She stepped around the desk
and went to the front of the room, where she could lean her head so she
could look out the glass door without being seen herself.

   Suddenly, she heard the sound of the elevator door opening.  She ran
back to the guard's desk and crouched behind the side.  She heard footsteps
coming down the hall, then stopping.  There was some murmuring, then a
gasp, and more murmuring or moaning.

   "We have to find someplace else to do this," a woman's voice whispered.
She heard a mumbled response in a deeper, probably male voice, then more
moaning.  They were making out!  Had they just fucked in some office? 
Alexandra's pussy started twitching again, and she felt something running
down her leg.  "Get a room," she thought, "I've got a car to catch."

   Finally the woman said, "Stop!" in a whisper.  "I've got to get home."

   "When will I see you again?"

   "Monday, when we're back at work."

   "What about this?" The man sounded sort of desperate, and Alexandra was
beginning to enjoy the conversation.

   "We'll see." And the woman headed out the door.

   When she was sure they had gone, Alexandra came out from behind the
guard's desk again and peaked out the door.  There he was!  And she ran out
the door just as he drove off into traffic.  Shit!  She tried to get back
inside, but the automatic door was locked and she couldn't get back in
without her badge, which was in her backpack.  She quickly squeezed behind
one of the thick columns on either side of the door.

   She really couldn't get completely behind it, so she was partially
exposed, or at least would be to anybody who walked by.  There wasn't much
foot traffic at this time of nice, and she was hoping that cars were going
too fast to notice.  And now she was getting cold.  It was an early spring
night and a light rain was falling.  She felt goose-bumps all over her
body, and her nipples were getting painfully hard.  "Come on, Fred, come
on," she was muttering between clenched teeth.

   Finally, she saw his car pull to a stop in front of the building.  She
pulled herself out from behind the column and ran across the sidewalk.  She
tried opening the rear door, but it was locked.  She looked at Fred, who
was gesturing toward the front passenger seat.  "Bastard," she thought as
she ran around the front of the car and jumped in.  "Come on, drive, before
anybody sees us."

   "Buckle your seat belt," he said calmly.  A car that had been stopped at
the red light behind them drove by and blew his horn, though whether it was
because they were parked or the driver had seen her naked, she had no way
of knowing.  Once she was belted in, Fred pulled away from the curb and
headed away.

   She gave him directions to her house and settled back to get her breath.
After a few moments, she looked around and asked, "Where are my clothes?"

   "In the trunk.  I'll pop it open when we get to your place."

   "Wow, you really thought of everything.  Have you been planning this
long?"

   "No, it was just a whim that grew into a creative exercise."

   "What if I'd said no?"

   "I don't know.  I probably would have helped you anyway."

   Alexandra sat in silence as the car drove through downtown and up the
highway toward her house.  She felt her pussy twitching and leaking again.
She really wanted to reach down and give herself some relief, but not with
Fred right there.  She didn't want to distract him from his driving, she
told herself with a smile.  Instead, she tried to rub herself against the
seat.

   "You really got me, didn't you?" She tried talking as another way of
distracting herself.  "I was quite a sucker."

   "You looked like you were getting into it when you took your bra off."

   "I was trying to imagine myself at a spring break wet t-shirt contest."

   "Did you ever do that?"

   "No, a friend of mine did and wanted me to join her, but I was too
chicken.  Hey, did you notice who came out of the building just before you
pulled up?" She told him about the couple making out in the lobby.  "I was
beginning to think it might be Mary Jo, the head of the medical staff
group, but I wonder who the guy was?"

   "Sorry, can't help you.  Is this where I turn?" She directed him through
a couple twists and turns in her neighborhood, and he pulled up in front of
her townhouse.  It was about 25 to 30 feet from the sidewalk to her front
door in a wide open area.  She turned toward him, her breasts shifting off
to the side as she did so.

   "Thanks for the ride.  I think I earned it."

   "Thanks for a lovely evening."

   "Not what I'd planned for, but I guess you're welcome.  Have you popped
the trunk?"

   He leaned under the dashboard and pushed a button.  They heard a thunk
and saw the trunk lid rise.  She took a deep breath and grabbed the door
handle.  She pulled it open, then suddenly she leaned over and kissed him
on the cheek.  Just as quickly, she pushed the door open, jumped out,
grabbed her backpack out of the trunk and started to walk briskly up the
path to her house.  He watched her butt rocking back and forth with each
step.  When she got to her door, the overhead light came on and bathed her
in full light as she searched for her key.  She opened the door and,
instead of immediately running in, she turned to face him, waved, and blew
him a kiss.  Then she stepped in and closed the door behind her.

   He sighed and was about to drive off, when he saw that she had left the
trunk open.  He got out to close it and saw her standing in the window,
still naked, watching him.  He waved back, blew her a kiss, and drove off.
He had some packing to do for his trip tomorrow.  But first, he thought,
he'd have to jerk off.  Or should he do that after packing?  Or both?

   He'd find out when he got home.



   Helping Alexandra Ch.  02

   Being naked with Fred brings changes to her life.

   Fred's first three days back at work were a flurry of emails, phone
calls, and meetings as he caught up on what had been happening with his
projects while he had been in the Bahamas.  First thing Monday, of course,
was the weekly staff meeting, where he was pleased to hear that Alexandra
had received a lot of response to the release she had sent out two weeks
ago.

   Ellen, the head of media relations, did most of the talking, since she
tended to hog the spotlight.  Alexandra did manage to interject a note of
thanks to Fred for helping her before he left on vacation.  As soon as she
could, Ellen cut her off and started talking about another project.  Fred
glanced at Alexandra, who winked back at him and smiled before turning her
attention back to the meeting.

   It wasn't until Thursday that Fred was able to relax a bit and even go
out to lunch with a couple friends.  Late that afternoon as he was reading
over some background material, he heard a knock and looked up to see
Alexandra.

   She was wearing a light yellow skirt that came halfway down her thighs,
probably just on the edge of what was allowed in the company dress code. 
Her light blue blouse fit loosely over her shoulders and breasts, giving
her a delicate erotic, though still professional look.

   "You look very spring-like," he said as he invited her in.

   "Thank you.  Since I didn't have any press meetings, I could look a
little more relaxed." She sat in the chair opposite his desk.

   "Sounds like you had good reaction to your release."

   "Yes, and thanks again for your help.  I think we were surprised,
particularly Ellen.  She didn't care much at first, then tried to take over
when there was a lot of interest.  But Dr.  Williamson insisted that I be
part of it.  I think that pissed her off."

   "That was nice of him." He noticed that Alexandra had smoothed out her
skirt and spread her legs just a bit, so he was getting a clear view of a
triangle of pale pink panties.  It was just enough of a show to be in the
uncertain zone between obvious and accidental.

   "So eventually, she relented and we started working together pretty
well. I'm not sure it will last, but it's okay for now."

   "I'm glad.  I hope it works."

   "So, good vacation, huh?  Did you go any place you wouldn't talk about
in a staff meeting."

   Fred laughed, caught off guard by her candor and sudden switch of topic.
"Maybe . . .  And maybe I shouldn't talk about them with you either."

   "Why not?  You've seen me naked.  That should count for something." She
watched him for a second, then burst out laughing.  "That was priceless,
the look on your face.  Your jaw actually dropped open.  I've never seen
that before."

   Even more flustered by her laughter, Fred was trying to find something
to say, but couldn't complete any of his false starts.  Alexandra raised
her hand.  "Stop," she said.  "I'm teasing, but I do have something to say.
I'm not sure how to start.  Can I close your door?"

   She got up even before he nodded and closed it.  She turned the chair
slightly to face him.  As she sat down, she seemed to lift her skirt a
little bit higher, giving an even clearer look up her legs.  This was no
accident, he thought.

   "Now, don't interrupt.  I want to get through this, and you'll just make
it harder if you stop me or ask questions.  Okay?" He nodded, and she
continued.  "When you dropped me off that night, you saw me in the window
and waved.  What you couldn't see was that I had my hand on my pussy and
was rubbing myself.  I said, don't interrupt.  I was so horny from the
whole experience in the office and on the ride home, that I had to relieve
myself, then and there.  I was already masturbating when you waved.  I
stayed at the window until I came, so anybody could have seen me.  Then I
crumpled onto the couch.

   "I lay there, replaying everything that happened, the irritation with
your first request, the trepidation of taking off my pants, the
embarrassment of taking off my shirt in front of Karen, the thrill of
letting you see my breasts, and then the panic and fear and sheer
excitement of taking off my panties and being stark naked in front of you.
At that moment, all my emotions and sensations were so intense, I was
afraid I might pass out right there.

   "All these memories got me horny all over again, and I started
masturbating, this time sliding my fingers into my . . .  Okay, maybe I
don't need to go into all the glorious details.  All that's really
important is that I had such an intense orga- . . .  , um, reaction that I
blacked out and, I guess, fell asleep.

   "The next thing I remember was Jack, my boyfriend, stroking my head and
asking, 'Alex, are you okay?' I didn't say anything.  I just took his head
in my hands and began kissing him hard and deep, pulling him down onto me,
and getting him out of his clothes.  Pretty soon, he was hard and came into
. . .  you know.  The main thing is that it was intense, more than any
other time we've had."

   She paused, short of breath and somewhat flushed, whether from arousal
or embarrassment, it was hard to tell.  She had been squirming in her
chair, and Fred was moving around in his, trying to adjust to the stiffness
is his own pants.

   "When we came to," she continued, "we were lying on the couch, kissing
and touching.  Finally he asked me where had all this passion had come
from, so I told him."

   "What?!" Fred started out of his chair.  She put up her hand to stop
him.

   "I didn't tell him your name, I just said that somebody at work had
tricked me into taking my clothes off, then drove me home naked.  I
couldn't come up with any other story that made sense, so I figured the
truth was easiest.  I was afraid of how he would react, but I couldn't see
any way out.

   "And he started laughing really hard, so hard, I was afraid he was going
to roll off the couch.  And then I was offended.  I asked, 'Are you making
fun of me?' And he said, 'No, no, sweetheart, this is wonderful.  I was
wondering if I could ever bring this up.'

   "It turns out that, in high school and college, he had done the same
thing with his twin sister, tricked or persuaded her to flash her body, run
naked with the possibility of getting caught.  They even continued after
college a few times.  I got the sense, even on the night before her
wedding, when everybody had gone to bed, he persuaded her to take off her
clothes and sneak down the hall to his room, where they spent some time. 
I'm not sure whether they slept together or had sex, but she did have to
sneak back to her room naked.

   "So he wanted to do the same sort of thing with me.  On Sunday, when we
went shopping, I wore a loose sundress that fell open whenever I bent
forward, and of course I had nothing on underneath.  Anybody standing in
front of me would see my breasts, my stomach, all the way down to my
crotch. At first, he kept this for himself, but then he stood to the side
to see other people's reactions.  There was a teenage boy I thought was
going to faint when he got his first look.  He kept trying to get other
looks, but Jack ultimately blocked his view.

   "This past weekend, we went out shopping and walking around.  He had
bought me a dress that buttoned down the front.  Over the course of the
day, he would unbutton different buttons, so sometimes people would get
glimpses of my breasts, sometimes the bottom buttons would be undone and
the breeze would blow open the lower half.  By the time we finished dinner,
the only thing holding the dress closed was one button and the belt.  On
the way back to the car, he pulled me into a dark corner and undid those.
Pretty soon, he had taken his cock out and . . .  "

   Her eyes were closed, and she was biting her lip.  She shifted in the
chair, then let out a breath and opened her eyes.  Her cheeks had grown red
again.

   "Why are you telling me this?" Fred spoke quietly and looked directly at
her.

   She seemed flustered and stumbled at trying to find an answer.  She put
her hands on her legs and pushed down on the skirt, blocking his view of
her panties.  When she finally looked at him, she looked as though she was
on the verge of tears.  "I just thought . . ." She started to speak, then
her whole body seemed to sag.  "I'm sorry, I just thought you'd want to
know what happened." Her voice trailed off, and she started to get up from
her chair.

   "Wait, don't go," Fred said.  "I'm sorry, I guess that sounded harsher
than I meant it to be.  I'm glad you're not mad at me for messing with you
that evening.  And you seem happy, so I'm glad about that too.  It's just
that . . .  " Now it was his turn to pause and search for words.  When she
started to say something, he raised his hand, just as she had done earlier.

   "You're right, I did go to some nude beaches while I was on vacation,
and I did hook up with a couple of women for a few nights.  Even as I lay
there in the sun, surrounded by naked people, young and old, I thought of
you.  I pictured you walking across the beach, just as I'd watched you walk
down the hall from your cubicle.  I'd wonder what you would look like,
lying next to me, how your body would shift as you walked or rolled over or
went swimming.  I imagined spreading suntan lotion on your back.  On the
flight home, I found myself hoping that you wouldn't be so angry at me that
we couldn't be friends, as well as co-workers.  And I wondered if I would
ever see you naked again.  But if I'm just going to be foreplay for you and
Jack to have great sex, then I'm not so sure."

   Alexandra sat in silence, thinking over what he had said.  She smoothed
her skirt flat again and began rubbing her hands along her thighs, almost
absent-mindedly.

   "I guess I did get carried away in telling the story.  Too much
information.  It was like a first draft and needed editing.  The truth is,
I never stopped thinking about you, either.  In the grocery story, I'd
imagine you standing there in the soup aisle as I bent over to get
something on the lower shelf.  Or undoing some of the buttons on my dress."

   She frowned and looked straight at him.  "I'm not sure this will make
much sense.  These two weeks have been very important to me.  It wasn't
just the doctor telling Ellen he wanted me to be the main contact on his
story.  I pushed for it myself.  I stood up to her and didn't let her
intimidate me, and for some reason I associate that courage with my having
stood naked in front of you Friday night.  Somehow, that moment of
submission gave me the strength to stand up for myself.  Does that make
sense?

   "So, yes," she continued.  "The experience has had an effect on my love
life, but there were other benefits as well, and I want to see how they
might play out in the future . . .  with more such adventures."

   "Does Jack approve?"

   Alexandra smiled.  "I'm learning to stand up for myself in more ways
than one.  I talked about it with him, telling him this is something I want
to explore for myself.  He said he understands and encouraged me to push
myself.  And that's what I want to do with you."

   "Why not just do things on your own?"

   "What fun is that, if I'm not conspiring with someone else?"

   Fred's face lit up with a smile, and he started laughing, a delightful
sound after their solemn conversation.  The smile and laugh were
infectious, and Alexandra's face lit up as well.  "You're quite something,"
he said when he settled down.  "You're on.  I'm not sure what, but we'll
figure something out."

   "I'm glad, and now I'm nervous.  Suddenly it feels like it might
actually happen.  What's next?"

   "I have no idea.  That Friday was just a whim, and I made it up as I
went along.  I had no intention of getting you naked.  It was just that,
once we started moving, I didn't stop.  So I'll have to come up with some
ideas ahead of time.  That may take a while."

   Alexandra stood up and smoothed down her skirt.  "I look forward to
hearing from you."

   "Wait a minute," Fred said.  "Let's set a couple rules.  If you don't
want to do something and say No, I'll respect that.  But if you say No too
often, say, three times, then we'll call it off.  And we should have some
sort of contract that says you're willing to do this and that gives you a
way to stop."

   "You mean, something written?"

   "No, that seems unnecessary." Fred's mind was spinning with ideas, and
he quickly grabbed onto one.  "How about this?  You've been showing me your
panties all during this conversation, and I'm grateful for that.  As a
gesture of your agreement, take them off and drop them into this file
drawer, in the back.  As long as they are there, it is your agreement that
you will let me undress you when I choose.  If you decide to quit the game,
just retrieve them from the drawer.  How's that?"

   Alexandra stood at his doorway with her hand on the knob for a moment.
After a quick look out the window to the hall, she lifted her skirt and
pulled her panties down in one move.  She held them up by the strap and
stepped over to his desk.  He pulled the bottom drawer open, slid the files
forward, and she dropped them into the open space.

   "They look a little damp," he said with a smile.

   She headed back to the door and leaned against it.  She was looking
right at him, when he noticed her skirt slowly riding up her legs.  She was
pulling it up with her fingers, a quarter of an inch at a time on each
side. His breath got shallower as he watched the hem of the skirt rise
incrementally higher, showing more and more leg.  Then she paused when she
had exposed all of her legs then lifted the front just enough to show the
bisected triangle of her pussy.  He let out what little breath he had left
and looked up at her with a smile.  "You've shaved," he said.

   "I thought you might like that.  Now it's your turn to figure out how to
see it again." She let the skirt fall back into place, smoothed it down,
then opened the door and headed out, turning briefly to blow him a kiss
before she disappeared down the hall.

   "This will take some planning," he thought, looking down at the panties
crumpled in the back of his desk drawer.  "Some serious planning."



   Helping Alexandra Ch.  03

   Fred's Journal: She takes the E out of ENF.

   CHAPTER 3: FRED'S JOURNAL

   May 24 - Yesterday, I told Alex that, if she wanted to join us for lunch
today, she should wear a short loose skirt that could be lifted by the
wind. This was the first suggestion I had given her since our conversation
last week.  She agreed and came in today with a dark blue pleated skirt
that swirled and bounced nicely as she walked.  I was a few steps behind
her as we walked to the lunch, and the wind did its job, lifting the skirt
now and then, first on one side, then the other, each time giving anybody
watching a delightful glimpse of her light blue, flowered panties.

   We were together at the salad bar, and I whispered that she should slip
off to the bathroom before we left and remove her panties.  She got a
little bug-eyed, then smiled and nodded.  On the way back to the office,
the wind was just as helpful, and I had a blast watching for flashes of her
bare butt.  I was so focused on her ass that I stumbled off the curb at one
point and almost fell.  Fortunately, Jeff caught me.  As we walked on, he
whispered, "Did you catch Alexandra's ass when the wind blows?  I think
she's gone commando." I shrugged and pretended I didn't know what he was
talking about.

   June 10

   For the department heads meeting this morning, I had told Alex to wear a
suit that buttons up, so she could go braless undetected.  Her tits are so
loose that it would be obvious if she wore just a shirt or an open jacket,
and I didn't want to push it, at least not yet.  She had a nice navy blue
suit with a cream blouse buttoned up to her neck and the jacket buttoned
over that.

   As we were walking to the auditorium, I leaned over and said she should
stop in the bathroom and take off her panties.  She whispered in some
alarm, "I've got pantyhose on.  It'll take a while." Just do it quickly, I
told her, and next time don't wear pantyhose.  She gave me the same
exasperated look as that first night, then handed me the papers she was
carrying to the meeting for Ellen and headed to the bathroom.

   I had reserved a seat for her in the auditorium, and Ellen sat next to
her.  During one of the more boring presentations by another department
head, I leaned over and told her to unbutton the top two buttons of her
blouse and loosen the collar a little.  "Discreetly," I added.  She gave me
a kind of side-eye smirk, but followed through before it was her time to go
up.

   Ellen did most of the talking, as usual, but Alex did get to add a
couple of comments.  I winked at her while she was talking, and I saw her
trying to control a smile.  When she sat back down, I told her not to cross
her legs.  "Don't spread them, just leave them open to create a sense of
mystery." As the meeting broke up, the CEO came up to congratulate her on
her work.  Ellen tried to hog the space, but John kept talking to Alex.

   After we got back to the office, she left the jacket off and undid one
and later two more buttons on her shirt.  She wasn't exposed, but it was
clear that she was not wearing a bra.  When we headed back to our cars
after work, she had the jacket back on and had unbuttoned her shirt more
than halfway down.

   June 27

   Every other Thursday evening, Alex sits in on a conference call with
some researchers and other media relations people from across the system.
Ellen used to keep that for herself, but it cut into a yoga class she
wanted to teach, so she let Alex sit in, so long as she reported on
everything the next day.

   The office was empty, and she was about 15 minutes into the half-hour
call when I decided to have some fun and push her limits.  She waved at me
when I got to her cubicle and was a bit startled when I turned her chair
around.  She scowled and adjusted her notepad.  Then her eyes widened when
I knelt in front of her and took off her shoes.  "I'm sorry, could you
repeat that?  There was a distraction here." Whoever was speaking went back
over the points he'd been making in a monotone destined to put anybody to
sleep.

   As he was talking, I gestured at her to stand up.  I stepped behind her
and unzipped her skirt and slid it down her legs.  She was looking very
flustered now, trying to wave me away while still taking notes.

   I came around to her front and started to unbutton her blouse, having to
reach carefully between her arms and not jostle her writing, since I knew
she would get in trouble if Ellen felt her notes were not comprehensive. 
Once it was undone, I slipped it off her shoulders, then had to undo the
buttons at her wrists.  That took some juggling, so she could hold the
phone and take notes, but we managed.

   Next came the stockings.  I was glad to see she was wearing thigh-highs
instead of pantyhose.  They were much easier to take off without touching
her skin.  I had decided I should avoid that kind of contact, at least for
now.  I got hold of the edge of one stocking and pulled it away from her
leg, so I could get fingers from both hands on it, then pull it down.  She
was leaning back in her chair, straightening her leg as I did so.

   "Right, I agree," she added to her conference call, sounding a little
breathy, but probably not noticeably so through the phone speakers.  "We
will follow up with him next week," she said, just as I pulled the first
stocking off her foot.  As I worked on the second one, she added the
occasional "yeah" and "uh-huh" to the conversation.

   Even though I had not touched her skin, I felt a hard-on coming on. 
Maybe it was just the closeness to her skin or the smell of her.  I was
getting aroused, and there was nothing I could do about it.

   Once both stockings were off, I gestured to her to sit up and lean
forward.  I pressed the two parts of her bra hook together, and it came
loose.  I pulled the strap off her left shoulder, then her right by pulling
on the straps.  She pulled first one, then the arm out.  The weight of her
breasts as they were released kept the bra lodged under her breasts.  I
lifted the bra up a bit to try to loosen it, and Alex leaned forward in her
chair to help.  Once some space had been created between her breasts and
her body, I was able to pull the bra down.

   I sat on the floor near the chair and looked at her panties, orangey
pink lacy panties that hugged her hips and mound.  My heart was pounding,
and my breathing was very shallow as I reached for the band along one hip
and pulled it away from her.

   "Thanks, everybody," she said as the conference call wrapped up.  "Talk
to you in two weeks."

   Once I got the waistband pulled away from her skin, I was able to loop
my finger through it and pull it further and down.  She rolled over
slightly in the chair so I could pull the material off one side of her
butt. When she rolled back, there was that delightful declivity, the first
sign of her pussy.  I inhaled, just to keep from passing out, and slid my
other index finger into the waistband and pulled it away from the front. 
As I neared the other side, she rolled over in the other direction to
release the other side from her butt.  I pulled the tiny garment down her
legs and off of her feet.  With a gasp, she lay back in the chair and let
her legs fall open, giving me an unconstricted view of her pussy lips.

   I inhaled deeply to catch some of the aroma that came from her and just
stared at the beautiful sight.  After a few moments, she shifted in the
chair, lifting herself up to look at me, even as she opened her legs
further.  Her mouth had formed into a small, yet noticeable smile.  I
smiled back.  "Will you stroke yourself?" I asked her.

   Her smile shifted a little as she raised her right hand and began
running her fingers along the outer edges of her pussy.  As she moved up
and down, she crossed from one side to the other and brushed against her
labia, loosening them from the knot they had formed in her underwear.  I
saw them start to glisten and separate, the more she stroked.  Soon, she
was running her fingers between them, groaning and shifting in her chair as
she did so.

   She spread her legs further and brought her left hand down to start
rubbing her clit.  Soon, one finger from her right hand disappeared inside
her, quickly followed by a second.  She twisted more and more as she picked
up the rhythm of her fingers sliding in and out of her cunt, keeping in
time with what her other hand was doing on her clit.

   I was mesmerized.  I had seen a couple other women masturbate, but never
from this angle and so close.  I heard her fingers as they plunged in and
out of the wetness of her cunt, and I smelled the aroma of her cunt juices
as they dripped down the side of her legs and along her ass.  I was getting
uncomfortable from my cock growing inside my pants, but I wanted this to be
about her.  I didn't want to distract from the phenomenal scene happening
just inches away.

   I had lost track of time, so I had no idea how long I had been sitting
there, watching.  She began gasping more loudly and twisting her body as
her fingers became more focused in their movements, not so far in and out,
more concentrated in building sensations inside her that seemed to be
taking her over.  Then suddenly with a shout, her hips began bucking, and
her whole body was rocking as an orgasm took control of her whole being.

   I leaned back against the wall of her cubicle and watched her gradually
come down from her ecstasy.  Her fingers relaxed out of her pussy as there
were a few last twitches of her pussy lips and her hips.  Then she settled
back in her chair, her legs still spread open before me and a sly smile
spreading across her face.

   After sitting quietly for a while, she glanced down at me, still
smiling, and said, "You're a bastard, you know that?"

   "Maybe more than you think right now." I reached over to pick up her
backpack, which was on the floor against the side of the cubicle.  I
unzipped it and picked up her shoes.  The smile turned into a frown.

   "Again?"

   I reached for her stockings and skirt.  "It'll be fun."

   "Fun for you, maybe." She sat up and pulled her legs together.  Her
breasts swayed as she shifted her position.

   "And for you, in your own way.  No?" I smiled at her as I put her
wadded-up panties into the backpack and zipped it close.  She stood up as I
got up from the floor.  She took hold of my shirt and pulled herself close
to me.  My cock stiffened even more as she pulled me close to her.  I could
smell a heady mixture of smells, from her body and her cunt, as she stood
on her toes and brought her lips close to my ear.  "You're a real bastard,
you know that?" She kissed my cheek, let go of my shirt, and stood back. 
"Fifteen minutes, right?"

   It was hard to breathe.  I had to clear my throat to say, "Right," then
I turned and walked out.  I was afraid that, if I stayed there too long, I
would lose my nerve.  I really wanted to fuck her, but that was not the
game, not now.

   I walked quickly to the garage, tossed her backpack into the back seat,
and drove out.  I sensed that I had rushed things, so it was less than ten
minutes before I got to the front of the office building.  Rush hour was
over, so there wasn't much traffic and I could wait longer on the side of
the road.  I circled the block and waited at least four times, and there
was still no sign of her.  I was getting worried, wondering if something
had gone wrong.  Had she fallen?  Had she got caught?

   I was imagining all sorts of disastrous scenarios and was about to find
a place to park when the door opened and she walked out side by side with
Mary Jo, the woman from medical staff services.  They were chatting!  They
stood at the doorway for a couple of seconds, then shook hands, and Mary Jo
walked away toward the garage, giving me a slight wave as she turned. 
Alexandra was almost sashaying as she walked across the front of my car and
got in.  "Thanks for waiting," she said blithely as she strapped the
seatbelt across her lap.  "Shall we go?"

   I felt as though it took me several minutes to get my breath back and
finally speak.  "What the hell was that?" I finally blurted out.

   "She came out of the elevator just as I came out of the stairs, and
there was nowhere for me to go.  So when she asked what was going on, I
told her that I was playing with a co-worker.  She started to warn me about
getting into trouble, so I said, 'you mean, like fucking somebody in your
office?' She went kind of pale.  I told her about overhearing her argument
in the hallway last month.  She started to break down a little, and I told
her I needed to catch my ride home, since you had my clothes, so we decided
to get together for lunch some day and talk it over.  Shall we get going
now?"

   I drove off, trying to pay attention to my driving.  My mind was in a
complete whirl, and I couldn't figure out what to say.  Alexandra just sat
there, completely relaxed in her total nudity, not concerned about any
aspect of it, so far as I could tell.  As I turned onto her block, she saw
that I had tossed her clothes into the back seat.  "Not hiding them in the
trunk this time, huh?"

   I mumbled something and pulled up to her address.  The lights in the
living room were on.  "Oh, Jack must be home.  He'll like this story." She
twisted in the seat to reach for her backpack.  Her breasts swayed toward
me.  I couldn't get enough of watching them move with every motion of her
body.  She leaned across the gap between the seats and kissed me on the
cheek.  "See you tomorrow, you sweetheart bastard." And then she was out
the door.  I watched her butt twitch its way up toward her door, which
opened before she got there.  As she stepped in, she reached up as though
to hug somebody.  I drove home in a daze, completely lost in a world of new
possibilities I had never considered.

   July 11

   The past couple of weeks have been pretty busy.  There was a long 4th of
July weekend, where Alexandra had gone off with Jack.  I had a date with
somebody I had met some time ago.  I had a good time, but not much
happened.

   Last Tuesday was Alex's birthday, and there had been a department lunch
for her on Wednesday.  Today, I decided on a bit of a surprise.  Everybody
else had left, and she was midway through her conference call.  I stood in
the opening to her cubicle for a few seconds before she noticed me.  She
smiled and leaned back in her chair, opening her legs as though waiting for
me.

   Instead, I slipped off, first, one, then the other of my own shoes.  She
looked puzzled at first, then her eyes widened as I pulled off my socks and
tossed them onto the shoes.

   She settled back in her chair, making an occasional comment on the
conference call, as I undid my tie, unbuckled my belt, and unzipped my
pants.  The belt buckle made a loud thunk when it hit the floor, surprising
us for a second, but I had checked that everybody else had gone, so I
stepped out of the pants and kicked them to the side.

   I was glad I had started wearing thin cotton bikini briefs a couple
years ago.  As I unbuttoned my shirt from the bottom, she could see my cock
stiffening slightly beneath the soft pouch.  Her smile widened, and I
started moving my hips from side to side as I kept undoing the shirt.

   After the shirt, I tossed my t-shirt onto the pile of clothes on the
floor and stood in her cubicle with nothing but my thin cotton briefs.  My
cock was definitely stiffer and pushing against the front of the briefs,
even pulling them slightly down.  My breathing had become shallow, and I
was suddenly nervous.  Was I going to carry through?  What if she laughed
at me?  And, of course, what if somebody came in?

   Her eyes were looked on my crotch, and she had kind of a hungry look in
them.  Her tongue had slipped out to moisten her lips, and her own
breathing seemed to be shallow.  I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of
the briefs and mimicked her moves from our first night, sliding them off to
the sides and pulling the waistband away from my body.  When I got to the
rear, I pulled them down off my ass.  The front had slid down to show some
of my pubic hair, so I pulled my thumbs back to the front and pulled them
forward and down.  My cock bounced forward when I had released it from
confinement, and I slid the briefs down to my knees and let them fall.

   I stood up, naked, my cock sitting forward at about 45 degrees. 
Alexandra was still on the conference call, muttering "mmm-hmm" and "yeah"
every now and then, as she kept her eyes on me.  I loosened my balls to let
them hang more freely, now that they were unconfined, and began stroking my
cock with a couple fingers.

   "I'm sorry.  What was that?  I was making a note about something else."
I kept stroking gently while she turned away to focus on the conference
call.  When she turned back, my cock was thicker and pointing straight
ahead.

   She sounded a bit breathless when she wrapped up the call and bid
everybody goodbye.  "Wasn't that a little early?" I asked when she hung up.

   "Some things are more important." She sat back in her chair and let her
legs drift apart.  I wrapped my hand fully around my cock and stroked more
fully, not faster, more as a way to increase my own pleasure and the blood
flow into my cock.  I was breathing harder as I felt waves of sensual
vibration running through all parts of my body, both flowing from my cock
and feeding into it.

   Alexandra had pulled her skirt up, and I saw she was wearing a lace
thong that let some of her pussy lips escape.  She was rubbing her mound
and moaning quietly in sync with me.  The sight of her spread out before me
and her pussy lips peeking out was pushing me toward the edge.

   I was stroking faster and moaning louder, and I felt the cum building up
inside me.  My whole body was building up to an orgasm, and I could feel I
was just about to let loose.  "I'm gonna cum," I yelled.  "Where . . .  " I
couldn't form any other thought, but I didn't need to.  As I started to
shoot my load, Alex had leaned forward, grabbed my t-shirt, and had it in
place just as the first squirt of cum came out.  Before I knew what was
happening, she had her hands over mine, then somehow dislodged my hand and
wrapped the shirt around my cock.  She held me while I was pulsing my cum
into my shirt.

   My eyes were closed, and I felt her wiping the tip of my cock with the
shirt.  Then she took the shirt away, and I felt the soft skin of her hand
holding my bare cock.  A few last drops may have seeped onto her fingers.

   We stood there for a few seconds  -" I had no sense of time  -" then she
leaned up and kissed me lightly on the lips.  "Come sit down," she
whispered and gently maneuvered me toward her chair.  She guided me down,
still holding my cock.  She touched my shoulder to get me to lean back in
the chair, then she slowly let go of my cock, gently sliding her fingers
along the shrinking shaft.

   I sat back in the chair, my mind lost in the semi-consciousness that
follows an orgasm.  My only awareness was of the touch of her fingers on my
cock, the first skin-to-skin contact we've had since this adventure began.
I thrilled in that lasting sensation and was beginning to hope for more
when I heard a sound.  I opened my eyes and saw her bending down and
picking up my clothes.  It took me a moment to realize that she was putting
them into my shoulder bag.

   "What are you doing?" I sat up straight.

   "Getting ready to give you a ride home."

   "You mean . . .  " I couldn't get the words out as I watched her roll up
my slacks and push them into the bag.  She just turned her head toward me
and smiled.  "My turn.  Or yours, depending on your point of view."

   I was trying to come up with something to say when she gave me another
smile, this time with her eyebrows arched, as though challenging me to
argue with her.  I realized she had the upper hand, and not just because
she had put all my clothes into my own bag and slung it over her shoulder.
I guess I had it coming.

   "Tit for tat, huh?" I said.

   "In a manner of speaking.  Pick you up in fifteen minutes?" She was
already down the hall by the time I had managed to say, "Okay."

   I was alone in the office, stark naked, with my clothes, keys, wallet,
identification, and anything else of importance heading out of the building
and into the garage.  I felt small, vulnerable, and scared, yet also
exhilarated and, in some sense, more alive than I ever had before.  I
wondered if this was how she had felt when I had left her.

   I got up from her chair and noticed a little wet spot where my cock had
dribbled.  Let her have it, I thought, a souvenir.  I walked down the hall
to my own office.  She had closed the door, which meant that it was locked
and she had the key.  I couldn't get into it.  I walked to Ellen's office
next to mine and, on an impulse, leaned my ass on the window by the door.
Mooning her, in my own small inconsequential way, except for the strange
mark I left there.  I did the same to our vice-president's office, then
walked up and down the hall, quietly telling each of the absent occupants
that I was naked.

   I suddenly realized I didn't know how much time had passed.  I headed
out.  I remembered that Alex had decided to take the stairs instead of the
elevator, so I did the same.  When I got to the first floor, I waited to
listen for any elevator sounds before I stepped into the lobby and let that
door close behind me, sealing me off from escape.  I quickly stepped behind
the security desk and crouched down to wait.

   Before long, I realized I couldn't see that much of the street from
there, so I went around and snuck to the side of the front door, where I
could look out.  Fortunately, there didn't seem to be any traffic on the
road, which made up for how light it was at this time of the evening in the
middle of summer.

   I was getting sweaty and nervous, wondering what was taking her so long.
Or had I missed my chance?  Finally, she drove up and stopped.  I could see
her leaning her arm through the open window and looking my way.  I took a
deep breath and stepped outside, hoping that nobody else was around.  She
saw me and smiled, then suddenly the car jerked forward.

   "Wait!" Out of the corner of my eye, I saw somebody coming out of the
main building across the street.  I couldn't go back inside my building,
and there was no place to hide.  I was caught.

   A horn beeped from down the street.  She had stopped halfway down the
block and was waving at me.  I started running down the street, my cock and
balls flopping as I ran.  As soon as I got close to her, she jerked forward
a bit more, and I had to run again to catch up.  I heard some sort of sound
behind me, but I couldn't figure out what they were or whether anybody had
seen me.

   This time, she stayed still when I got up to her.  "What the hell are
you doing?"

   "Need a ride?" She smiled with a fake innocence that I might have found
amusing in any other circumstance.  She gestured toward her passenger seat.
It was a two-door car, so I had to run around the front and get in.  I had
the sense that some other cars were about to head down the road, but I
didn't want to take the time to find out.

   "Buckle up," she said as soon as I closed the door.

   "Let's get out of here," I said as soon as I got myself strapped in.

   "Now where have I heard that before?" She drove off, and I sat there,
trying to catch my breath and switching from fear to exhilaration to anger
to thrill.  As we drove further away from the office, I relaxed.

   "I guess you win that round," I said when I finally settled down.

   "I think it's more about maintaining a balance, not just winning.  After
all, you came to my office and took your own initiative.  I didn't bribe
you into getting naked."

   I had to admit she was right, and I wondered whether I had had some
exhibitionist desires of my own.  I certainly wanted to expose myself to
her.  I hadn't thought about doing so with anybody else.

   We pulled up to my apartment building.  "Where do you want me to drop
you?" I directed her to the parking lot around the back.  "There's a side
entrance that doesn't get much use, and it's close to my apartment.  I
assume my clothes are in your trunk?"

   "Yeah, I didn't have any imagination about what to do with them.  Maybe
next time."

   She popped the trunk as I got out, and I picked up my shoulder bag.  She
drove off as soon as I closed the trunk.  It took me a while to dig through
the clothes to get to my keys at the bottom of the bag.  I kept looking
around to make sure nobody else was coming.  I finally got them just as
another car turned into the parking lot.  I ran up the stairs to the
entrance, let myself in, then up the two flights of stairs to my floor.  A
quick look down the hall, a sprint to my apartment, and I was in.  Out of
breath and safe.

   Holy shit, I thought to myself as I stood inside the apartment, my back
against the door.  What have I got myself into?