The Temp Ch. 02

Martin spent a long time perusing the internet that weekend. He searched for and finally found some of the comics similar to the one that Theresa had been looking at.

Once he had some of them on his screen, he looked at them with what felt like new eyes. He had never imagined that comic books could be like this! He even found some xxx twists on some old favorites like The Archies, Scooby Doo and The Flintstones.

By the time he was done, he was flabbergasted.

At work on Monday, he went to his desk and stared blankly at Theresa's empty desk.

It was not a surprise that she came in later than he. He started his days at least an hour before she did.

Now he spent that first hour staring at her desk and waiting anxiously for her to arrive.

He wasn't sure why he was so anxious nor what he intended to say to her when she did get in. He just knew he was looking forward to seeing her.

Theresa walked in at the usual time and looked toward him with a fearful expression.

She stepped to his door and returned his gaze nervously.

"Good morning," she said as neutrally as she could.

"Good morning," he replied.

"Is there, um, anything special today?" she asked with her large eyes fixed on him through her bug-eyed glasses.

Martin stared without speaking for a moment and bit his lip.

"No," he said, "Not really. I'll, um, let you know if there's, um, anything."

Okay," she said, still looking ambivalent.

"That'll be all," he said and smiled nervously.

She nodded and then sat at her desk.

Martin watched her go and simply stared as she settled in her chair.

She was wearing another dark colored suit today. This one with a knee-length skirt and a dark string tie over her white blouse. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail and some strands had come loose to hang over her cheeks as she bent forward to peer at her computer monitor.

She glanced at him and smiled nervously. He returned the smile uncomfortably and then tried to think about work.

It wasn't easy.

Every time he glanced toward her he couldn't help but picture her as he had seen her on Friday in the bathroom. Her blouse unbuttoned and her bra pulled up to expose her boob, and her slacks and panties around her ankles on the floor showing off her neatly trimmed pussy.

He realized as the image intruded on him that, despite her conservative style of dress and bug-eyed glasses, she had a very nice body! Her tits were decent sized and very well formed, about the size of peaches or nectarines. Her hips were rounded with a nicely shaped ass and a moderately hairy pussy.

He gulped nervously when his erection grew into prominence. He quickly looked out the window to try and take his mind off her.

When the bulge in his slacks finally abated, he sighed with relief.

He looked at his workload for the day and bore down on himself.

'Get to work Martin!' he told himself sternly.

With his mind firmly set on work now, he started on the files that had landed in his email this morning.

For the next couple of hours, he actually managed to get some work done. By lunchtime, he had completed the spreadsheets he'd received and sent them to the various departments that would need them.

When he looked up again, he saw that Theresa was not at her desk.

'Just as well,' he thought to himself, 'If I can't see her, I can maybe get through the rest of my day without getting a boner!'

He decided to go get some lunch.

He usually brought a lunch to eat at his desk. In fact there was a small packet of sandwiches and dried fruit in his bottom drawer that he placed there when he got in. He opted to go out to a small café nearby instead.

When he returned, he saw that Theresa was still not at her desk. He didn't think too much about that. He reasoned she had probably returned while he was out and then left for lunch herself.

He sat down to work again and only realized she had still not returned a half hour later.

This was odd.

Lunch break was supposed to be thirty minutes. She was well beyond that now.

He checked his email to see if she had sent him a message. She may have gone home for the day. There was nothing.

He frowned and went into the outer office.

Her coat was at her desk.

A pit began to form in his stomach. He looked down the corridor leading to the bathroom and swallowed nervously.

'Was she masturbating again?' he asked himself.

His hardon poked against his slacks and he started walking slowly toward the bathrooms. Each step seemed to take forever. After what seemed like a long time, he finally got to the ladies room door.

He stared at it and then put his ear against its white surface.

Sure enough, he heard the sound of soft moaning.

His hardon was now straining against his fly.

He slowly pushed the door open a crack and peered inside.

There was Theresa crouching down with her back against the tiled wall. Her knees were spread wide, and her skirt was hiked up around her waist.

He gasped softly when he saw what she was wearing.

He hadn't seen a woman wearing stockings in a very long time. They were black, like the rest of her outfit, and fitted to her thighs with elastics about six inches below her panties. At least, they would have if she had been wearing panties. She was not.

Her head was leaning back with her eyes closed and her mouth open in a tiny "o". She was rocking gently back and forth against her left hand. It was pushed against her mons as she penetrated her slit with one finger.

Martin gulped audibly and he absently brushed against his erection with the back of one hand.

God, she looked good!

Even with her large glasses perched on her nose and the rest of her clothes perfectly in place, seeing her with her thighs wide open and her exposed pussy was making him crazy!

Suddenly, her breathing started to pick up. She was inhaling raggedly through her nose and gasping through her mouth. She made a high-pitched squeaking sound and then her whole body went tense.

Martin realized she just came.

With one last squeeze of his hardon, he let the door close and walked quickly back to his office.

The remainder of the afternoon was torture for him. As soon as Theresa returned to her desk, he couldn't help but stare at her. Every now and then, she returned his gaze. Her eyes were wide like a deer's behind her big glasses. Martin could see her swallow nervously as he stared. She knew he had seen her in the bathroom.

The next morning, Martin slept in. It was the first time in years he could remember sleeping through his alarm. When he finally rose from his bed, he rushed to the shower and dressed in record time. He arrived an hour and a half later than usual.

Theresa smiled at him shyly when he walked in. He went to his desk and tried not to stare at her.

Again, it wasn't easy. She was staring right back at him.

She was wearing a brown sweater style dress and black knee-high boots today. The dress hugged her slight curves as she perched on the edge of her chair. With an effort, he tore his eyes away from her and took a deep breath.

When he opened his desk drawer he found something unexpected. It was a comic book. In fact, it was THE comic book. The one he had seen on the bathroom counter the first time he'd caught her masturbating.

He stared at the cover and his mouth dropped open.

He looked up and saw Theresa looking at him. Her face was a little fearful, but there was a half-smile playing on her lips.

He reached into the drawer and pulled the top page open. On top of the inside page was a pair of women's panties. They were virtually the same color as Theresa's dress.

He picked up the comic book and found a matching bra in the drawer beneath it.

He looked at her again and she was smiling brightly now.

It was not the smile of someone playing a prank. It was not even a lurid smile. It looked like a genuinely friendly smile.

She stood up and approached his office.

"Is there anything you have for me to do today?" she asked, "I've been sitting out here and not helping you much. I'd really like to be able to chip in!"

He stared at her as she spoke. He could see that her dress was form fitted. Where he should have seen the outline of a bra or panties under it, he saw nothing. In fact, he could see her nipples poking against the fabric as she stood facing him.

"Um," he stammered, "I, um, have some memos that need to go to Susan in HR. Maybe you could carry those."

"Sure!" she said happily.

She strutted over to his desk and grabbed the papers he'd indicated. As she stepped, he could see her tits bouncing slightly.

"Thanks," he managed to say distractedly.

He watched her walk all the way out to the corridor. Her round ass jiggled and swayed the whole way, and he stared at it transfixed.

So caught up with watching her was he, that he was still staring at the doorway when she returned. She jiggled and swayed to her desk and sat down with a happy smile.

"Let me know if there's anything else you need!"

Martin nodded in something of a daze and tore his eyes away. He looked out the window and fervently wished his hardon would go away.

By the end of the day, his erection was still firmly in place. Although Theresa had not looked in his direction much since her return, his gaze was fixed upon her.

She had a comic book open on her desk and was bent over it while she read. She had been reading it for over twenty minutes before Martin realized she was rocking back and forth in her chair.

He opened his eyes wide and gulped. Tucked hard against her inner thighs, he saw she had one hand pushed against her crotch.

He looked down at his desk drawer and opened it. There were her panties and bra. She was still not wearing underwear.

He saw her shudder through another orgasm and then she tucked her comic book into a drawer.