Friday - Finally the Weekend's Here Pt. 01

PRELUDE:

In the back of a crowded elevator.

Pressed up against the man who's against the back wall.

He starts to rub my ass and slowly lifts my charcoal grey, A-line skirt.

He slides his hand down my ass, underneath my panties, moves around to the front and slowly inserts a finger into my vagina.

As people get on and off the elevator, the jostling of the other passengers is the only movement of my body on his finger.

I miss my floor and have to ride up to the top of the building before descending to my floor once again.

He pushes my panties down to the floor and I step out of them.

The door opens on my floor and I step out, leaving my panties on the floor.

Later that day, when I return from my lunch break there are a dozen roses on my desk and a small box that I discover contain my panties.

There is also a note telling me what time "he" will be on the elevator this afternoon at the end of the work day.

It also instructs me to leave my panties in my purse.

"He" is the man that first helped me discover my inner sub and he's back in town.

CHAPTER 1:

5:07 and I'm double timing it down the hall to the elevator.

He specifically said to be on the elevator at 5:00.

Damned west coast clients always forget the time difference and call at the last minute with their issues.

It seems to happen every Friday.

My new assistant, Stephanie offered to handle it for me but I told her "No, I'll take care of it. No offense but I know this guy and if he doesn't get to talk to someone in management, he'll call upstairs and bitch about it."

The "DING" announced that the elevator car had arrived seconds before the doors parted.

It was about half full of people. Most of them upper level management (above me) and their assistants.

He was in the back. Glaring at me.

I stepped in and turned to face the door.

Almost immediately, I felt my phone vibrate in my purse.

I grabbed it and saw the text notification.

"YOU'RE LATE!"

"I know. I sorry. Something came up"

"EXCUSES? YOU KNOW BETTER."

"It couldn't be avoided. I said I'm sorry."

"NOT YET, YOU'RE NOT. YOU WILL BE THOUGH."

That sent a tingle down my spine.

The elevator stopped at another floor and a few more people entered.

"MOVE BACK HERE NEXT TO ME."

Under the pretense of making room, I edged my way to the back of the car. Avoiding eye contact with the other passengers.

I stood next to him a the back of the car.

Another woman on my left.

"I got my gifts" I whispered "Thank you."

"Do you have them with you?" I knew he meant the underwear, not the flowers.

"Yes. They're in my purse."

"Give them to me."

The car stopped once again and a few more people got on making it even more crowded.

I reached into my purse, balled up my panties and discretely handed them to him.

He put them in the pocket of his suit jacket.

My phone vibrated again

"YOUR BRA DOESN'T MATCH YOUR PANTIES."

"??? Yes. Both royal blue. Bought them to match camisole."

"NO! DON'T MATCH. YOU'RE STILL WEARING YOUR BRA!"

"You didn't tell me not to."

"SHOULDN'T HAVE TO. TAKE IT OFF."

"Here? Now?"

"TAKE IT OFF OR I'LL UNZIP YOUR SKIRT AND LET IT FALL TO THE FLOOR."

"You wouldn't!"

"DON'T TRY ME. 10 SECONDS"

I hesitated a bit but when I felt his hand touch the waist of my skirt I quickly shrugged the jacket off of my shoulders.

The woman next to me shot me a dirty look. There really wasn't much spare room in the elevator and I must have jostled her.

I folded my jacket and handed it to him. he draped it over his arm. A smile on his face.

(he'd won and he knew it)

I turned my back to him and arched my back slightly.

He took the hint and as deftly as is he was brushing a piece of lint off of his lapel, he unclasped my bra.

I wouldn't have even noticed except I felt my breasts settle under their own weight.

The woman, who I was now facing, noticed something but I don't think she knew for sure what.

Her eyes flickered over my chest for a second and then she turn back to facing forward.

Using my left hand, I reached up and pulled my right bra strap down my arm and then tucked it into the arm hole of my camisole.

Then I turned to him so that my left side was away from the woman and asked him if he knew the time.

While he was looking at his watch (He still wears a watch. His phone is for communication) I reached up and pulled the other strap down my left arm and pulled my bra out of top.

I handed it to him and he slid it under my jacket.

The elevator stopped again and the door opened. There were a few people waiting to get on but before they could, he called out. "My floor! I'm getting off!"

He squeezed himself past our fellow passengers and exited the car. Taking with him, my jacket, bra and panties.