Liz, my coworker, was laying flat on her stomach, on top of the covers of her bed in only her white panties. Just like she promised.
Liz and I work together and have for about 6 years. The first 5 years went by fairly innocently and always professionally. She is in her late twenties and single. I am also her boss.
In the past year Liz and I have shared a huge office and since then have begun chatting more and more. She’s cute, about 5’ 9” with a skinny frame and long brown hair. Not too skinny, but thin. She’s a little bit of a tomboy with pale skin. She’s more conservative and passive than she is aggressive. She’s very cute, but I think I already mentioned that.
Her hands where folded underneath her head and her eyes were closed. I couldn’t stop staring at her cute little butt covered in white cotton that hovered over her long legs. Her white panties were slightly wedged between her cheeks, which really emphasized the roundness of her butt. Next to her on the nightstand was a little bottle of baby oil. Just like she promised.
About 3 months ago, our chats started crossing over to relationships, which led to a few conversations that I’d never thought would ever occur between us. It was nothing too crazy or sexual, but just basic relationship stuff. We’d talk about her past boyfriends and my marriage. Yes, I’m married. On one particular day we were on the topic of massages (she got a spa/massage package for Christmas) and that’s when it all started. As it turns out, we both love massages. I love getting them and especially giving them. I told her this and she expressed how much she loved getting them as well. This led to stories, which were the result of me asking question after question getting different bits of information out of her. For some reason this topic really opened her up to talk a bit more about herself and more particularly her body. And I loved hearing every second of it.
Liz’s apartment was very quiet. After a few moments of taking in the site of my co-worker laying on her bed in her underwear, I walked over to the side of her bed where I began slipping off my shoes. My socks were next, followed by my shirt. After a deep breath, I undid by belt and slid my pants to the floor. There I stood, next to Liz’s bed in my black boxer briefs. They were tight showing a little bit of a bulge. When I say a little bit I don’t mean, like… little as in the bulge was litt… oh never mind.
A little about me in case you care. I’m in decent shape, about 5’ 11” 180 pounds with short brown hair and olive skin.
I didn’t think you cared.
I sat down on the edge of the bed and neither of us said a word. Her head was facing the other direction so she didn’t see me undress, but she obviously knew that I had. Besides, we had agreed that I would. With the bottle of clear baby oil in hand, I poured it slowly onto her back. Her skin flinched ever so slightly when the first drop touched her skin. A line of oil poured down her spine from her shoulder blades to the top of her white panties. With the oil applied to her back, my hands finally made contact with her skin for the first time. It was a moment I will never forget. Her skin instantly became shiny as I rubbed the oil generously around her back. Next, I moved to her shoulders and then her arms. After every second, a new part of her pale skin began to glisten. More oil poured down over her thighs and calves and my hands followed, rubbing it slowly into her. I could not have been any harder at that moment.
Being that our chats at work became more and more ‘open’ on a daily basis I found myself one Friday afternoon chatting about a particular massage I had gotten some time ago, which turned a bit erotic. I told Liz that for the first time during a massage I was naked and uncovered. Being subtle and not too graphic, I was letting her know that I was on this table with my cock as hard as rock while this lady massaged me.
“Did she touch you? You know, down there?” Liz asked.
“Well I would normally never do this?” I sincerely lied, “but she was very nice and it was going very well so I agreed to let her massage me there.”
“… and it felt good.” I added on as Liz just stared at me.
My co-worker was now deeply interested. She had a little coy smile and her panties were getting moist. (I actually have no proof her panties were moist, but I’m just going to go ahead and pretend they were.)
“And?” Liz asked.
“And what?” I asked back fully knowing what she was getting at.
“Did you… did you um, have a happy ending?”
Now let me tell you how awesome it was to hear my long time coworker ask me if I had received a happy ending. Progress!
“Yeah, it was a pretty good ending.” I confirmed.
Time to bring this up a notch.
“It was actually pretty exciting to have this lady I just met give me an orgasm like that. She was very professional and never said a word to me during it. She just oiled up my, well, you know and slowly stroked me until I finished.”
“Shut up.” Liz said.
I went on and on with more details and honestly as the days progressed I brought it up as much as possible. We found ourselves on more than one occasion while alone in the office talking about masturbation and my cock getting stroked by my masseuse. She would sit and listen to my stories (with moist panties we can all assume). Our relationship was now at a new level and I had finally gotten my innocent co-worker talking about sexual things with me.
Work was so much more fun!
On one particular day our talks got pretty heated. It was usually around the end of the day when we got onto these topics. I admitted that this happy ending scenario happened more than once and I was telling her about the experiences in more detail. She actually said at one point that we should stop because it was turning her on.
More progress!
I didn’t listen and kept going.
Towards the end of our day I just flat out asked her if I could give her a massage sometime. I could tell she wanted to say yes, but she said that she shouldn’t because I was married.
She didn’t say no. She said ‘she shouldn’t because I was married’. Baby steps!
Time to put on my game face! This is what I said verbatim (or at least pretty damn close):
“Liz, I completely understand. The last thing I want is to make you uncomfortable and besides we work together and I consider us friends. I would never want to have an affair nor would I even consider sex. I just thought it would be fun to give you a massage. Is it right? Probably not, we work together, but we both know we’re mature enough to try this and enjoy ourselves without our normal lives being affected. It would be fun.”
And now I waited.
“What if someone found out? That would be horrible.” She said.
“Well, there will only be two people that know. I sure as hell ain’t going to say anything for obvious reasons. So the only way anyone will know is if you decide to tell someone.”
“True” she replied.
Now it got a bit awkward for a few moments after this and I didn’t want to leave us in this quiet room together feeling any weird pressure to make a decision or anything so I decide to pack up.
On my way out I simply said, “Your apartment would be perfect. It’s close enough that we could use it during lunch. Maybe in the next few days we could use it? Anyway I got to run. Please don’t worry about it, I’m just having a little fun with you is all. Have a great night and see ya tomorrow.”
And I left.
I left her alone to think about it. And when I got to work the next day I started chatting up again after a few hours and transitioned back into our massage conversation.
And then it happened.
Liz, staring into her monitor not making any eye contact with me says in a semi-sarcastic tone, “You know my back is pretty sore again. Any chance you can help me work out the kinks?”
Have sweet mercy on my soul! (I didn’t say this out loud. That would have been weird).
“Sure, I think I can help you with that. Just let me know when.” I said trying to remain calm.
“Tomorrow is good for me,” says my about to be massaged coworker.
“Perfect,” I say calmly. ‘Tomorrow it is.”
She looks over her shoulder at the door to make sure nobody is walking by.
“Tomorrow around 12 I’ll leave first. Just wait about 10 minutes and then you leave. I’ll email you my address and I’ll be waiting for you at my place.”
Wow, now she’s giving me orders and she’s clearly thought this through. How the tide has changed Ms. Innocent Liz.
My turn.
“When I get there, I’ll just need a bottle of baby oil. Lotion will work but oil is better. You can wait for me or just undress and lay on your bed.”
“I’m not getting naked,” Liz says.
“Uh, fine. Whatever makes you comfortable,” I reply.
“I’ll leave my door open. Just come inside and lock it behind you.” she says.
“Sounds like a plan,” says the happiest boss in the world.
And that was that. The rest of the day was all business as usual and of course I couldn’t get a single ounce of work done. I was happier than a fat kid with cake… and ice cream.
The big day arrived and it took forever for noon to arrive. Seriously, the slowest.. day.. ever. Strangely, we never once talked about it at all leading up to it. Part of me thought she would change her mind and decide not to go through with it. But for some reason I didn’t want to say anything, so I just left it alone. Around 11:55 Liz finally says something.
“I’m leaving for lunch. Did you get my email?”
I replied, “Yeah, I got it”.
“Cool, see you in a bit”.
I almost forgot to mention the email. The night before I received an email from her which said:
‘Dear Awesome Boss’ (okay she didn’t write Awesome Boss, she typed my name, but wouldn’t have been cool if she did?)
I checked and I do have oil. Lucky you! As I mentioned I won’t be nude but you’ll be happy. See you tomorrow at work!
Oh, and if I have to be semi-naked, then so you do you. Bye!
-Liz
So yeah, that happened.
So back at the office, Liz had now left and I began my staring contest with the clock on the wall.
I lost.
After 9 minutes and 53 seconds I grabbed my keys and bolted out of the building.
I parked my bright red Ferrari (Ford Focus) on the street outside her apartment.
