The day started out like any other weekday. I was up at 5:00 showered, and out the door by 6:00, and on my way to work. Traffic, like usual, was light this time of day, and I listened to the Stones on the radio.

The morning meeting and getting all the guys going went really well. When I got back to the office I breathed a sigh of relief and went about my day. A little after 8:30, the door to the office opened and in walked the boss's wife, Raquel. There is nothing unusual about her showing up at 8:30 or so. And today was no different. She went into her office and got to work on payroll. I kept working on the estimate I’d started the day before. Around 9:15 my boss poked his head into my office and said he was going to a meeting and that he would be back around noon.

Just before 10, Raquel walked into my office and asked if I could come help her figure out why her electric desk was not working. It’s one of those standing/sitting desks that raises and lowers at the press of a button. Unfortunately, it had randomly quit working. I went in, and we were both crawling around on the floor trying to figure out what was wrong. At one point, she said something about a possible loose wire, and I looked over towards her; there she was on her hands and knees looking up at a spot under the desk. I almost stopped breathing as I saw down her shirt and realized what I’d long suspected. She didn’t wear a bra.

Her nipples were hard, and I could see both of her perfectly formed breasts. I stopped. She repeated herself about the loose wire and I was able to come over and look. But when I got there I again glanced down her shirt and was rewarded with an even better view. She seemed oblivious and we kept working until we had fixed the problem.

An hour or so later, my boss got back, and Raquel left the office, as she only worked part-time. The rest of the day went by uneventfully, and I got home around 3. The rest of the week and most of the next were routine. Work, home, and chores on repeat.

Friday came, and my boss told us at the morning meeting that he would be leaving to go paddle boarding at 8:00. Shortly after I got back to the office from getting the guys going, he left, and I went about my day. 8:30 rolled around, and in walked Raquel.

Ever since I had seen down her shirt the week before, I’d become very aware of what she was wearing on a daily basis. When she walked in the door, I was almost breathless. Raquel was wearing a snug-fitting dress with a scoop neck that was not too revealing, but I could definitely see the beginning of the divide between her breasts. It was also shorter than any dress I had ever seen her wear. It barely made it to mid-thigh.

She went back to her office, and I watched as the back of her dress swooshed and revealed even more of her delicate thighs. After picking my jaw up off the floor, I tried to focus on my work.

An hour later, as I was in the midst of building a contract for a new client, Raquel called for me again. She had been raising her desk so she could stand and work and the front hem of her dress had become hooked on the side of the desk and was pinched and would not come out. She was raising and lowering and pulling on the hem to no avail. Without looking under the desk, I was trying to help her free her dress.

Finally, after a couple of minutes, she asked if I could look under the desk to see where and how she was hooked. I got my nerve together and crawled beneath the desk. In doing so, I saw two things. First, she was wearing very sheer light blue panties and was shaved bald. Second, her dress was duct-taped under the desk.

I was shocked. And I barely heard her ask if I could see the problem. I croaked out, “Yes, it is caught on some tape.”

She replied, “Oh, I wonder how that happened? Do you think you can pull it down?”

“Yes, I’d love to pull them down. IT. Pull IT down!" I quickly corrected.

After freeing her dress, which I was convinced she taped up on purpose, I crawled back out from under the desk, and she thanked me. As I walked out of her office, she stated, “I thought I heard you mention once that blue was your favorite color, is that right?”

“Yes, light blue is my favorite.”

A couple of hours later, she popped into my office and put some papers down in my basket, then said she was headed out and that she would see me on Monday. I replied, “have a great weekend” as I watched her walk out the door and across the parking lot.

Toward the end of the day, I finally got to my inbox, and I slowly worked down through the stack of papers. As I picked up an invoice, I dropped it just as fast. There in my inbox sat a small wad of light blue fabric, her sheer blue panties. I reached for them and carefully picked up the soft, delicate panties and brought them to my nose. Inhaling her sweet scent, my cock stiffened. As I continued to inhale, my cock grew even harder. I was lost in the delicate fabric and brought it closer to my face. I began tasting the gusset of her panties, the sweet, tangy flavor consuming my senses. Finally I went into the bathroom, unzipped my pants and began to stroke my cock as I savored her feminine essence. A few minutes later, after vigorously stroking my cock and nearly devouring Raquel’s delicate panties, I began to cum. In order to prevent making a mess, I caught most of my seed in her panties. Then, in a moment of probable stupidity, I slid them into a folder in her inbox.

I panicked an hour later and pulled the panties out of the folder and stuffed them into my pocket. I was too worried that my boss would end up finding his wife’s cum-filled panties in the folder. About 30 minutes before I was off the office door opened and in walked Raquel. She was now wearing a thin pink camisole and tiny pleated skirt.

I greeted her, and she smiled at me with a hint of something naughty hiding behind her smile and asked, “Hey, I think I left something here earlier, small, blue…. Have you seen it? I really need to find it before tonight.”

I looked her in the eye, and a huge smile played across her face.

“Uhhh, should I help you look?” I asked.

She smiled and nodded. “I think I left the item in some paperwork I put in your inbox…”

I panicked and slipped my hand into my pocket. Feeling the delicate, slightly damp, cum-encrusted fabric with my fingertips…

I finally got up the courage and pulled them

from my pocket. “These?” I asked.

She looked up from the inbox… The smell of my cum still damp on her panties filled the air. “Oh, there they are. Thank you for finding them!” she said as she took them from me.

She uncrumpled them, a big glob of my semi-wet cum glistening on the gusset. She bent down and stepped into them. And pulled them up slowly. Lifting her skirt as she did. She let out a shiver as my cooled, damp cum made contact with her pussy. I gulped, and my cock throbbed in my pants.

“Thanks again,” she said. “See you on Monday.” And with that, she smoothed her skirt, smiled at me, and walked out the door. I stood there for a good 10 minutes just staring at my computer screen, unable to function. I eventually made it back into the bathroom, where I jerked off to images of her sliding her cum-soaked panties up and on.