Chapter 18: The Cold Seat
Lisa knew that if she bent down to pick up the papers, her panties
would be clearly on display. Even if she squatted or knelt, there
is no way her modesty would be maintained. For a few seconds she
stared down at the papers, wondering what her office would think
of her after everyone saw her panties under her skirt---and
indeed, it seemed everyone was watching.
As she stared at the papers, Steve walked over. Lisa turned and
saw him, and realized that this was all his doing.
"Why did you yell at me? You knew I'd drop these papers. They
were a mess when you gave them to me!" Lisa's loud voice could be
heard clearly throughout the otherwise silent office.
Steve's smile faded and he started to speak. "I . . ."
"Forget it," she said. "This is intolerable. I want you to pick
all these papers up and bring them to my desk in a neat pile.
Now!"
And she quickly marched off to the semi-privacy of her cubicle.
She sat down at her chair and stared at her blank computer screen
for several minutes.
A thousand thoughts went through her head for those minutes.
Mostly, she was regretful for yelling at Steve. All day, she had
been hoping to feel his hard cock inside of her. She could not
put the image from the night before of the bulge in his sweatpants
out of her head. Didn't he think she was attractive? Why didn't
he take her, then? And now she has yelled at him, while everyone
was watching. Did she embarrass him? Will he be mad? Would it
have been that bad to flash my panties for him? Why did he yell?
What would he have said if I hadn't interrupted? She yearned for
his touch more than ever, but she knew she would not---could
not---apologize. Having her wear short skirts was one thing, but
making her pick up his messy papers from the floor while everyone
gawks is just unreasonable, isn't it? Still, she wonders how many
of the men were aroused by her legs, by her hard nipples poking
through her blouse. . . she began wishing she had bent over at the
waist, and just let them look as she gathered the papers. Maybe
one of them would have whistled their appreciation---it occurs to
her that no one has ever whistled at her that way, and that she
would love to be appreciated in that way once in a while . . .
Her thoughts are interrupted by Cheryl, who walks uninvited into
Cheryl's cubicle and hands her a neat stack of papers.
"I ran into Steve on the way here," says Cheryl, "and when I told
him I was on the way to see you he was happy to let me deliver
these to you."
"Was he mad?" asked Lisa.
"I don't know. We didn't talk much."
Lisa starts to leaf through the papers.
"Put those down," says Cheryl.
Lisa puts them on her desk.
"Nice skirt," says Cheryl. Lisa looks down. Her pleated skirt
covers almost none of her bare thighs. Lisa rests her hands over
her thighs, attempting to hide her panties.
"Nice shirt, too. I see you're going without a bra again!" Lisa
blushes and folds her arms around her chest, again exposing her
thighs. She hopes no one in nearby cubicles is listening to
Cheryl.
"That must be Yukie's skirt, hm?" says Cheryl. Lisa nods.
"But I remember you wearing a bra this morning. Why did you take
it off?"
Lisa feels nervous as Cheryl stands over her, and knows she should
tell the truth. "Well, since Yukie was wearing a shorter skirt
than me, I had to remove my underwear."
"Because of Steve's game?"
"Yes." Lisa speaks quietly, hoping that Cheryl will be similarly
quiet.
Cheryl obligingly whispers: "So, you're not wearing any panties
under that tiny skirt? No wonder you made Steve pick up those
papers!"
Lisa whispers back: "No, no, I'm still wearing panties. Since I
was only wearing a longer skirt for a short time, in the morning,
we decided I only had to remove half my underwear---so I gave up
my bra."
"Why not your panties? Your shirt is almost see-through, but your
skirt isn't. You want to show off your nipples, huh?"
"No! Not at all. It's just that this skirt is so short, and it
flips and sways all over the place, and I just couldn't possibly
chair my meeting this afternoon worrying that everyone might see
my bare ass, or my . . . I just couldn't."
"You couldn't?"
"No! It would be too humiliating." Lisa's whisper is barely
audible.
Cheryl has a huge grin on her face, and a stern glare. She puts
her mouth right next to Lisa's ear and whispers "Take off your
panties, Lisa. Right now."
Lisa's hands instinctively cover her crotch. "What?!? Why?" Her
desperate voice is no longer a whisper.
"But we agreed that losing the bra was enough! I get to keep the
panties!" Lisa wishes she had said that more quietly.
Cheryl shakes her head. "Take them off. Now."
"No! It's not fair!" Lisa emphatically whispers.
Cheryl whispers back, sternly: "Fair? Why is it fair that you
play Steve's games, but then you yell at him and make a fool of
him in front of the whole office! Everyone saw that YOU dropped
those papers, so YOU should have been the one to pick them up.
Steve may be your employee, but I doubt his job description
includes the words 'picking up the crap my boss drops.' Besides,
you're the one who made the rules, and they were very simple. If
you're wearing a skirt, you do what I say. And I'm telling you to
take off your panties, right now, unless you want the whole office
to see the little video I made!"
"Okay, okay!" whispers Lisa. "Can I go to the restroom and bring
them to you?"
"No! Why? Just reach under that little skirt, and pull them
down!"
"Okay, but can I PLEASE have them back before my meeting?"
"I'll tell you what. Since you asked so nicely, you can have them
back right after the meeting. Come to my cubicle to pick them
up."
Lisa pauses and nods. She looks around Cheryl to make sure no one
is watching. She reaches under the skirt and does not have far to
reach. She quickly pulls the panties down, knowing that she
probably flashed her bare pussy. She pulls them from her ankles
and Cheryl snatches them away.
"Now," says Cheryl, as she puts the panties in her pocket and
bends down to whisper into Lisa's ear again, "was that so bad?"
Cheryl puts her hand on Lisa's thigh. Lisa tries to cross her
legs, but Cheryl's firm touch discourages her. "Spread those
beautiful thighs a little, Lisa. I want to see if you really
wanted those panties or if you're just being a brat."
"What do you mean?" asks a very nervous Lisa.
"If you're really as turned-off and concerned as you say you are,
then maybe I'll give you your panties back. But if you're wet
down there, then that tells me you're enjoying this, despite all
of your bratty complaining. Now spread your thighs."
Lisa shuts her eyes and opens her legs, just a little, as she
feels Cheryl's warm hand caress it's way to her bare snatch. She
knows what Cheryl will find.
"Oh my god," whispers Cheryl, "you're like a faucet!"
Cheryl's fingers swirl Lisa's moisture around her clit, sending
pangs of pleasure through her body. All too quickly, though,
Cheryl withdraws her hand and puts it in front of Lisa's face.
Lisa is overwhelmed by her musky scent.
"I think you like it. Would you like to taste yourself?"
Lisa scrunches her nose at the idea, but can see by Cheryl's face
that she has no choice. A moment later she finds herself with
Cheryl's finger in her mouth, sucking off the juices of her own
arousal. This position, these clothes---what have I become? she
thinks.
Cheryl smiles and pats Lisa on the head with her hand, now moist
with saliva. "Good girl," she says. "I'll see you after your
meeting." And she leaves.
The rest of the morning, Lisa tries to work, but the thought of
being so naked and so wet under her tiny skirt distracts her. She
spends much of her time reminding herself to walk slowly, to be
careful bending over or sitting down. If she's careful, she
thinks, no one will notice.
When lunchtime comes, she remembers her promise to buy lunch for
Yukie. She wants to stay in the refuge of her cubicle, but she
knows she wants to keep her promise, since Yukie had been so nice.
She stands up and slowly walks to the elevator, holding her skirt
down to keep her swivelling hips from swishing her tiny skirt
around and exposing her secret. She can feel the cool,
air-conditioned air of the office on her moist pussy. She can
sense the eyes of her coworkers as she walks past.
As she waits for the elevator, a crowd of men emerge from another
office. Their noisy chatter stops as they approach her, and she
can hear them whisper to each other. She does not look at them,
but only pretends that they are not there. She knows that they
are looking at her body so exposed by her short skirt and tight
blouse.
When the elevator arrives, everyone packs in. It is more crowded
than the subway was, and Lisa is pressed against men on all sides.
She feels something hard pushing at her hip, and hopes it is not
what she knows it is.
Finally at the third floor, she has to push her way through the
men to leave the elevator. She feels her skirt get caught as she
does so, and worries about what the men might have seen in the
second it took for the garment to fall back into place.
She finds Yukie's desk. Yukie looks modest in comparison to this
morning, her green skirt hiding her thighs and her stripy socks
covering the rest of her legs. Upon seeing Lisa, her face lights
up with a smile, and Lisa finds that she cannot help but smile
back.
"Where do you want to go for lunch?" asks Lisa, and Yukie looks at
the ceiling as she considers her options. "Mmmm, how about the
diner across the street! I love their hamburgers!"
Lisa nods their assent, and the two women walk back to the
elevator, discussing the relative merits of the different
hamburgers available in the downtown area.
When they step outside, Lisa immediately notices the breeze under
her skirt. This is the first time she can remember being outside
without anything covering her sex, and with so short a skirt she
fears she could be exposed at any moment to the busy crowds on the
sidewalks. But the crosswalk is flashing red, and Yukie makes a
run for it. Lisa hurries to follow, letting go of her skirt and
feeling its pleats swish around her naked ass as she trots across
the street. She hears a stopped car honk. Was that for me? she
thinks, noticing that the light has not yet changed.
When they reach the diner, they find a couple of seats facing
against the large window to the sidewalk. Lisa puts her purse on
the small wooden shelf and climbs up on the stainless steel bar
stool. The exposed metal feels cold on her ass; her skirt is not
long enough to cover her and without panties, it is her bare flesh
on the metal.
Yukie and Lisa continue to chat about their workplace and the
weather, and finally a waiter takes their order: two hamburgers,
two side salads, a milkshake for Yukie and a diet coke for Lisa.
"How can you drink those milkshakes and stay so thin?" asks Lisa,
and Yukie giggles. "I'm lucky, I guess."
By the time their food arrives, Lisa is feeling quite comfortable.
Yukie's girlish excitement relaxes Lisa and helps her forget about
the stress of her job. She hadn't had a hamburger for lunch in
some time, and she begins to wish she had ordered french fries and
a milkshake for herself. "Do you want to share mine?" asks Yukie,
and Lisa enjoys a few sips of the chocolaty drink.
They were done with their food and their bill and were chatting
about a recent movie when Yukie looks Lisa in the eye and says:
"Don't look! But have you noticed the guy who has been standing
against that parking meter for the last 20 minutes? Don't look!"
Lisa looks. Indeed, there is a young man in tee shirt and blue
jeans with dark hair and sunglasses, arms crossed, standing at the
parking meter just beyond the window outside the diner. "He's
been looking this way," continues Yukie. "He's looking away now,
but he's been looking at us. I think he likes your legs."
Lisa feels a deep blush in her face. She looks down at her legs.
On the bar stool, her legs are slightly spread and facing the
clear glass window. The floor of the diner is slightly raised,
and on the high stool she knows that the man has a good angle of
view straight up her skirt. "Oh my god," says Lisa, "he's looking
up my skirt."
Yukie giggles. "So what? So he can see your panties. People see
my panties all the time when I wear that skirt. That's why I have
to choose my underwear very carefully in the morning! I think the
guys like white ones the best, they always get the biggest smile!
Anyway, he's kinda cute! You should wink at him!"
Lisa's blush grows and she crosses her legs, revealing her thigh
up to her ass. This doesn't seem any better, so she uncrosses
them again and clamps her legs together. "Yeah, I guess he could
see my . . . my panties. I'm so ashamed!"
"Don't be silly!" says Yukie. "He's not offended!"
"I'm not worried about offending him. Don't you think it's
inappropriate to show your panties in public?"
"Well, sometimes, I guess. I told you that I shortened that skirt
in high school, you know, for my boyfriend. I had to wear it
every day, and I was always afraid the other boys would see my
panties. But it's not that hard to prevent, so it's not a big
deal."
"It seems hard to prevent to me! I can't even sit down in this
without revealing everything!"
"Back in school, I would ALWAYS sit in the front of the class, so
that all the boys were behind me. Then only the teacher could see
up my skirt, and I don't think he was looking."
"That's a good point. I guess people who are sitting behind you
can't see up your skirt. Simple but true. I'll have to remember
that for my meeting today. If my coworkers saw my . . . my
panties, I think I would just die."
"Good luck!"
"Thanks," says Lisa. "Speaking of which, we'd better get going."
"Okay!" says Yukie, jumps out of her stool, and bounces over to
the door.
Lisa looks out the window as she stands up. She sees the man's
glance steal away. She knows he has been looking at her all
through lunch. She knows that he knows she's not wearing any
panties! What does he think of her? But as she stands and walks
to the door, she sees him walk away down the sidewalk, as if he
had been waiting for a friend who never showed up, or just chose
that spot to rest during a long walk. Lisa hoped she would never
see him again. Although Yukie was right, she thinks, we WAS kinda
cute.
As they walk back to the office, Lisa holds the back of her skirt
to her ass. She simply does not want to take any more chances,
and the breeze outside threatens to bare everything to the world.
In the elevator, Yukie says: "That was a lot of fun, Lisa!"
Lisa smiles in agreement. "That was the best lunch I've had in a
long time!"
Yukie continues: "So, every Monday a bunch of the secretaries have
lunch in that diner together. There's about 6 of us who go. I
don't really know any of them well, but I always go. I know
you're not one of the secretaries, but you seem a lot of fun and I
think you should come with us! I'd love if it if you came!
Please?"
Lisa hesitates to answer. Her status as a rising executive was
important to her --- what would people think of her if she hung
out every week with giggling secretaries? And yet, she did have
fun with Yukie, until she realized the show she was giving through
the window, at least. She couldn't decide what to say, but then
she remembered. This is a skirt day, isn't it? She felt her pussy
moisten at the concept, at not having to make the choice, at
having her garment or perhaps her moistening pussy decide for her.
"Yes," she said, "yes, I will join you! See you Monday."
After leaving Yukie on the third floor, Lisa realizes she is again
running late for her meeting. On her own floor, she rushes down
the hallway of cubicles to get her notes. As she goes, she can
feel her skirt flip around her thighs, but she knows she doesn't
have time to get it under control. She just hopes nobody notices.
She grabs her notebook from her desk and rushes into the
conference room. Her entire department is already there, seated,
and complete silence enshrouds the room at her entrance. All eyes
are upon her. Lisa looks down at herself. She can see her
nipples through her blouse. She can see the entirety of her naked
legs. Her skirt is just barely hiding her ass. She can see the
top of her chest start to turn red, and she knows her face must be
a similar hue. And her lack of panties becomes most obvious to
her as she feels the moisture of arousal start to slide down her
inner left thigh. "Oh my god," she says to herself under her
breath, and all she can think about is masturbating. It would
feel so good. Maybe Cheryl will let her after the meeting! Her
frustrating arousal is getting the better of her, she thinks! "I
can't believe I'm thinking of masturbation at a time like this!"
she thinks to herself. She tugs at her skirt and says to the
room, "Art, you're first. Let's hear your report."
She needs to sit down and do her best to hide. A few chairs are
open in the conference room, but she sees that one of the tables
in the front of the room is free. She remembered her conversation
with Yukie: if I sit in the front, they can't see up my skirt. As
humiliating as her outfit was, she couldn't be seen without her
parties! So she quickly rushes to the seat, hangs her purse off
the back, puts down her notebook, and sits. She feels the wood of
the seat against her completely bare ass.
Art begins talking about the budget and Lisa's mind drifts. She
starts to wonder how she should approach Cheryl about
masturbating. She is annoyed that Cheryl took her panties for no
good reason, but she wants Cheryl's permission to masturbate! She
decides she should be very nice when she goes to get her panties
back, and ask. She knows Cheryl wants to humiliate her, so she
will show humility when she asks. Then she realizes that as she
daydreams about masturbating, she is missing the budget report for
her department! She needs to pay attention!
She picks up her pencil and begins to take notes on Art's
presentation. As she starts to get lost thinking about how to
change spending to compensate for the low numbers Art is
presenting, she feels a slight itch on her lower back. She puts
her pencil down and reaches behind her to scratch her back, and
she hears some giggling behind her. She quickly turns to look to
see who it is. The giggling behind her stops as she turns around.
Who was giggling? Were they giggling at her? Could they have
somehow discovered that she was pantyless today? And if so, HOW?!!
Oh my god, she thinks! What if I'm not covered from behind?!? She
looks behind her and found that her scratching was lifting up her
skirt, and the skirt is so short that her bare ass might have been
visible from behind! Embarrassed, she sits up and pulls the skirt
under herself as far as she can, but it hopelessly falls away
behind the chair again. She tries to return her attention back to
the budget report but she finds that she cannot focus. Did
someone see her bare ass? Does someone in the room know? She
looks at Steve, who is sitting at the side of the room, but he is
taking notes and paying no attention to her. Who saw? Who was
giggling? Maybe they were giggling at something else.
When Art finishes his report, Lisa barely notices. As the
chairperson of the meeting, the room's attention falls on her, but
she is still adjusting her skirt, trying to hide her decency.
Finally she notices the silence and snaps back to attention. "Uh,
thank you Art, no questions from me today. Anyone?" The room is
silent.
Lisa is flustered. Her pussy is screaming at her for attention,
but she is in the middle of a meeting and in charge of directing
it! Never before has she felt so much in the "hot seat," although
ironically her seat still feels cold on her bare flesh! "Thank
you all for coming to the meeting today, but I think I need to go
make some decisions regarding Art's very revealing, um, figures.
Numbers. His numbers. His revealing numbers. So let's cut it
short today -- send me an email with any other concerns, and we'll
meet here again next week."
Lisa tries to smile at her coworkers as they file out of the room.
They are giving her strange looks. Usually these meetings run for
hours and hours as she asks questions and piles more and more work
upon her employees. Even those at the meeting not directly
employed by her feel burdened by the work they have to catch up on
after talking to her. But today, she thinks, today she just
seemed clueless. She wasn't even paying attention. What is wrong
with me?
She knows what is wrong with her. She needs to have an orgasm.
Something about the way all these men are looking at her,
something about how Steve's hand felt earlier as he pushed her by
the ass into the hallway, something about how Cheryl demanded her
panties for no good reason --- all these things have turned her on
to the point of frustration. She needs to orgasm now, so she can
focus her mind back on her work. And she knows that if she does
it without permission, she will feel guilty and worry all day that
Cheryl might find out, and somehow punish her!
She stands up and smooths out her skirt. With her handbag and her
notebook, she walks slowly, so as not to be any more exposed than
she has to be, back to her desk. She drops off her things and
slowly approaches Cheryl's cubicle. Cheryl is there, working on
her computer.
"Cheryl," whispers Lisa. Cheryl continues working on her
computer.
"Cheryl!" whispers Lisa, a little louder. Cheryl, still looking
at her computer screen, holds up a finger indicating to wait.
Lisa waits. She waits a little longer. She is standing at
Cheryl's cubicle door at a time in the afternoon when there is a
lot of traffic in the hallway, and she feels the eyes of passersby
on the backs of her naked thighs. She holds down her skirt,
hoping her buttocks are not visible. Cheryl continues reading
from her computer screen.
"CHERYL! CAN I TALK TO YOU PLEASE?" says Lisa in her loudest
whisper.
Cheryl snaps her head around and looks sternly at Lisa.
"Bend down here," whispers Cheryl, "I want to whisper something in
your ear."
Lisa bends her knees and squats so that her ear is close to
Cheryl's mouth.
"No, not like that," says Cheryl. "Keep your knees straight and
try again."
Lisa stands up. She knows at least the bottom of her ass will be
revealed if she does it. Should she refuse? She reminds herself:
be nice, ask permission. She does as instructed and bends over at
the waist. She feels the skirt ride up the tops of her thighs and
then up her bare ass. She knows people are walking down the
hallway behind her. Surely someone will see!
Once Lisa's ear is close to Cheryl's mouth, Cheryl whispers "I
told you to wait, and you did not listen. You are not my boss
yet. Now, I told you I'd give you your panties back, but now I'm
not so sure I should."
Lisa, still bent over with ass exposed, whispers back, "Cheryl,
I'm truly sorry. I just . . . well, I really need to orgasm.
Please, may I have permission to go to the bathroom and touch
myself? I don't think I'll be able to get any work done if I
don't."
Cheryl turns her chair and puts her left hand on Lisa's thigh.
"Aroused, are we?"
Cheryl's soft hand feels like electricity on Lisa's sensitive
thigh. "God yes. I really need it."
Cheryl touches Lisa lightly, and traces her fingers up the insides
of Lisa's thigh. "Tell me again what you need?"
Lisa feels Cheryl's hand coming close to her very wet pussy. It
reminds her of the hand on the subway, except Cheryl's is gentle
and teasing. Lisa yearns to be touched higher. "I need to come.
I need very badly to come. Please."
Cheryl slides her hand up Lisa's skirt and puts her thumb on
Lisa's naked pussy lips. They are extremely moist, and Cheryl
rubs the moisture up and down. Lisa's knees become shaky and she
releases a small, whispered moan. "I like you like this," says
Cheryl, "all frustrated. I don't like it when you're pushy, like
you were a few seconds ago."
Lisa can barely stand the touch of Cheryl's teasing fingers. Her
arousal is causing her head to spin. If Cheryl would just touch
her clit, she knows she could orgasm, right there with her butt
exposed to the whole office. That would be so humiliating, she
thinks --- so much that maybe Cheryl will do it! She finds
herself yearning for it. "Please," she says, "Cheryl, please
touch me harder. Touch my . . . my . . ."
"Your what?" asks Cheryl, as she continues to tease Lisa's wet
lips.
Lisa can't bring herself to say "clitoris" out loud. It seems
like such a dirty word. "You know! Please, I'm begging."
Cheryl smiles and whispers, "Now, Lisa, you know you are not
allowed to orgasm without permission." Lisa nods, her mouth
gaping open from pleasure, "and you do NOT have permission. Pushy
girls like you don't get to orgasm until they learn not to be so
pushy!" Lisa's heart sinks. "Also, you are forbidden to ever
orgasm while not wearing a skirt, do you understand? This means
you only get to come on skirt days, and even then only when I say
you can. Do you understand?"
Lisa tries to rub herself on Cheryl's hand, but Cheryl pulls away.
"Do you understand?" repeats Cheryl. Lisa, now left hanging and
frustrated, whispers "yes, I understand."
"Now," says Cheryl, "I promised you your panties back and here
they are."
Cheryl opens her bottom desk drawer and takes out a plastic bag.
She hands the plastic bag to Lisa.
Lisa stands up and takes the bag. When she opens it, she gets a
strong whiff of something. What is that smell? It is familiar,
but she has not smelled it in a long time.
She pulls the panties out of the bag and sees something drip from
them.
"Eww," she says, "they're wet!" Cheryl smiles as Lisa examines the
panties further. She looks inside them and finds that the inside
of the crotch is covered with a white slime. That's not from me,
she thinks. Then she realizes what it is --- what she smelled.
Cheryl laughs as she sees Lisa slowly come to understand. She
beckons with her finger, "Bend back down here."
Lisa squats down. "Not like that!"
Lisa straightens her knees and again bends at the waist, never
failing to notice her tiny skirt raising above the bottom of her
butt cheeks. "You don't get to come," says Cheryl, "because you
were so pushy. But you've got a secret admirer who had quite a,
shall we say, bountiful orgasm. He also knows you weren't wearing
panties today. As soon as I mentioned that and handed him this
garment he shot his load into it like there was no tomorrow. I
wish you could have seen it!"
Lisa cannot believe what she is hearing. Her humiliation washes
over her, and she feels a little queasy.
"Go ahead, put them on!"
Lisa looks again at the drenched panties. "Who was it?" asked
Lisa.
"I won't tell you unless you put them on. And even then I might
not. But if you don't put them on, then your little video is in
an office-wide email in about 15 seconds."
Lisa looks at Cheryl and sees that she is serious. She bends down
and puts her high-heeled shoes through the panty legholes and
begins pulling the wet, smelly garment up her legs. When it
reaches her thighs she can feel the slightly warm, gooey fluid on
her bare leg. She pauses, and Cheryl beckons her to continue.
When she pulls them all the way up, a small squishy sound is heard
and she can feel the soaked crotch against her own wetness.
"There now," whispers Cheryl, "you're decent."
"Who was it?" asks Lisa.
Cheryl smiles. "I promised him I wouldn't tell. And I always
keep my promises. Now do try to get some work done!"
