My last day by Karen Blayne

Oh bye the way, red tape first.

Copyrighted Karen Blayne 2003. All copies must be of the complete document.

Be warned these short stories contain mature content or naughty bits and as such may corrupt you if you’re under 12, 16, 18, 21 or 25 depending where you live thus they are not suitable for you so put them back on the shelf and let them age for a year or two.

They were sort of scribbled for fun. They were first posted on asstr.org. If you’ve paid money for this book just be aware the author has not received any payment. In fact no one has permission to charge money for this book and copyright is retained by the author.

Luv Karen

Back to school on Monday, today was the last day at work.

As I dressed I thought about my day. The last day with my boss, I kinda thought he was cool. He never seemed to get flustered, he always gave the impression of being in total control of the situation and he kinda smiled nicely with his eyes if you know what I mean. I'd always wondered how far you'd have to go to get him flustered. I'd been drawing graphs using the computer and answering his odd questions about how I used the Internet all summer. It was the last day of riding the subway on the 8:15 train as well. Starting at 9 am sucked, or at least I'd thought it did the first few days. It was crowded on the subway what with people's backpacks and things sticking in you and they weren't always the nicest people to be stood up against either. Then I'd come across these two guys. One was always in a suit with a buttonhole, the other, a bit younger, in shirt and slacks.

Suit got on before me, slacks afterwards. I bumped into suit or rather my bum was pressed back into him first by the pressure of people standing. I'd glimpsed at him when I'd got in the carriage and he looked kinda cute so when my bum rubbed up against him I wasn't too concerned. In fact I even gave it a little wiggle. He was very polite trying to avoid touching me at first but by the end of the journey I could feel his hardness pressed firmly against me. A couple of days later slacks had pinned me against the carriage partition. As we went round a corner I parted my legs to retain my balance a bit better. Well I'm not very good at balancing in heels. We finished the journey with his leg between mine and mine between his with him looking over my shoulder. Fortunately slacks got off the stop before me so I could compose myself properly before arriving at the office.

I didn't see or should I say feel them every day but most days. A few days later it repeated with slacks steadying my hips with his hand as went through the curves. I was beginning to enjoy the ride, sometimes with my bum against suit, sometimes grinding my crotch against slacks. Sometimes it got really crowded and I got sandwiched between the two. There seemed to be some sort of convention that they held on with their right hand and held my hip with their left. I wasn't complaining, I mean to say a girl likes a bit of attention to start her day off right.

Anyway today was my last day. I'd dressed in a short summer dress with a dab of perfume behind my ears, a thong under my thin dress and a pair of love balls inside. Just the thought of being dressed like this made me damp even before I stepped onto the train. You know I hadn't even realized that escalators actually vibrated before today. I hoped that the narrow cotton gusset would keep me looking respectable. I stepped onto the train, I was in luck blue striped suit was there I slipped in between two commuters and snuggled my bum back into his crotch. I felt his hand squeeze my left buttock and his finger run up and down my crack. I wiggled then felt his erection harden between my buttocks. Two stations later slacks got on. Was he going to get into the right carriage? I saw him scan the crowds Oh good. I accidentally unzipped slacks and gave him a friendly grope as he arrived; well I didn't want to be too obvious now did I? The trip in was all a girl could ask for. Well this girl anyway. I had two men at attention all the way in, we swayed together we ground our hips together, bit like dirty dancing really.

Just as we were coming into slack's station he lent forward and asked for my phone number. Well I was shocked what sort of girl did he think I was giving my phone number out to men I hadn't even been introduced to? I simply did my shocked haughty what did you say look, he got off crestfallen. I turned to blue suit and kissed him on the check. “Thank you for the lovely time this summer, it's my last day today so I won't see you again.” He took his buttonhole out and presented it to me “My pleasure, I think you've got a damp patch on the front of your dress.” I was so touched. I looked down Oh dear it looked like slacks had had an accident on the front of my dress. Some people have no consideration. Fortunately that summer dress is wash and wear but I wasn't sure if cum needed anything special to prevent it staining. I got off carrying my handbag in front of me so I didn't look too bad. When I got to the office I called Julie after putting the coffee pot on and she said just hand wash it quickly whilst it's still damp. So I slipped it off then rinsed it in the kitchen sink. Fortunately I share a small office with my boss that has its own tiny kitchen with a microwave and sink and things in a downtown office block. I looked down at my thong; it looked like that could do with a rinse as well so into the sink it went. My boss is kinda nice and kinda cute if a bit odd. He gets me to do these really weird things like ringing up McDonald restaurants in Stockholm and really weird foreign places and asking them how much are their Big Macs? The international phone bill must be huge. I did wonder if he was looking for a cheap holiday at first, you know the place with the cheapest Big Macs but then no one in their right mind would spend $1,000 to fly to the ends of the earth to save 15 cents on a Big Mac now would they?

I'd just hung them up to drip dry when I heard the office door open with a key as my boss walked through the door. I dressed myself with my best smile and carried his coffee to his desk. I didn't think I'd have any trouble since I'd been flashing him my panties all summer to no effect what so ever. “Miss Carrington, did I mention anything about a dress code when you started?” “No Mr. Forbes I don't recall you did.” “Well I think the company has one that requires you to be in a state of dress rather than undress.” “Oh I wasn't sure you'd notice and I had an accident on the train this morning so I rinsed my dress and thong through and they're drip drying over the sink.” “I might not object but we do have the occasional visitor?” I took a $20 bill out of my purse. “You wouldn't like to be very nice and slip down the street to pick me up a very large tee shirt and a pair of panties at the discount store round the corner would you? Just till my dress has drip dried?” “Write down all your measurements here and the colour of your hair and eyes.” “The colour of my eyes?” “I have a sister who has sent me shopping before, I'd much rather have too much information than too little.” Who was I to argue? I wrote down every measurement I could think of on the paper and sent him off after he warned me not to open the door to anyone.

I heard his key in the lock some twenty minutes later. “Hi the discount store doesn't open until ten but I passed a boutique that was open so I popped in there.” A boutique, that sounded expensive. “Here's your twenty back, I'll treat you as part of your leaving present.” He handed me a gift-wrapped box. I undid the bow on top and lifted the lid. I pulled back the tissue paper to reveal a full set of lingerie of the sort I'd be able to keep myself in college clothes for a year in for the same money. I looked at him questioningly. He told me the tale.

When he had walked in there were three assistants unpacking boxes and arranging displays. He was a bit embarrassed when he asked for a pair of panties and a large tee shirt. The first assistant asked him for the size so he gave her the sheet of paper. She said she wasn't quite sure if they had any tee shirts did it have to be a tee shirt or would something else do? So he explained about you being his assistant and bring stuck stark naked in the office and what would they suggest? “A blanket?” suggested one, another tilted her head and looked at him “I suggest you come through to the show room and have a cup of coffee. Then you can tell us all about it.” He was led into a comfortable chair and a china cup of coffee complete with saucer placed in his hands. Then the interrogation started. Did he want hi-cut, low-cut, thong, V-string, low-rise, French-cut, embroidered, plain, seamless, nylon, silk, polyester, the questions went on. Eventually he had to say he wasn't really sure. The first assistant thought they'd better show him so the youngest one, Jennifer, took off her dress and modelled pairs of panties for him.

He was surprised and raised his eyebrows when he saw she was wearing a garter belt and stockings. When he mentioned wouldn't there be problems selling them once they were worn Marilyn said not to worry the web site sold worn panties at a $10 premium that was as long Jennifer kept them on for a day first, they sold quite well, pity they couldn't do the same with sweaty tights and stockings. He did know that stockings were in these days? He hadn't realized. By the way was his assistant interested in having a free supply of panties each day as long as she returned the old ones in a plastic bag with a zipper on to keep the flavour in? “Are you?” “Thank you but no thank you.” Marilyn then asked him to stand behind Jennifer and place his hand on her tummy. Jennifer moved his hand across her panties so he could feel the texture. “Guide his fingers over the material Jennifer not under.” “Oops sorry got carried away.” Sonia slipped her slacks off and he repeated the action, her's were silk, and Marilyn's was crisp embroidered cotton. He wasn't sure what Jennifer's material was called but he thought he liked that one best. Also Jennifer seemed closest to his assistant's body shape. Jennifer then tried on various panties until he'd decided on which he preferred. “You have excellent taste, I think you'll find the very light gauze material to be most acceptable.” Not quite what I would have chosen for everyday but since he'd brought for me he couldn't really object to me flashing him with such tempting delicate panties now could he? Besides they might actually survive being washed once or twice by hand if I was very careful with them.

“Now Jennifer take off your top and bra, you too Sonia. Now sir, have a look at our boobs and try to tell me which is closest to your assistants we're looking more for separation and body shape rather than size. There's a wall chart behind with extremes on but I think you'll get a better idea by looking at us. Now Jennifer and Sonia are the same bra size but I'll get them to put on a couple of different styles. If you notice they look quite different in the same bra, perky like Jennifer's? And the separation is it wider or narrower than mine? You're not certain but think it's about the same. Next time your assistant displays her boobs to you pay more attention these things are important. Sonia he's looking a bit tense why don't you just give him a neck rub to help him relax?” Sonia stood behind him and massaged his neck and shoulders. He wasn't too clear about what happened next, he sort of half slipped off into a sort of trance, he remembered Jennifer putting other items on and Marilyn asking him if he preferred one to the other. Finally Jennifer had modelled a simple beach cover up that buttoned up the front, He'd nodded. Sonia's magic fingers stopped and Marilyn handed him a gift-wrapped box and a credit card slip to sign.

“Well girls that went well didn't it. Just enough to take us to number one sales by the 10 am EST deadline and a two week vacation in the Caribbean next winter. Now Marilyn are you absolutely certain about the Chicago stores sales figures?” “Well that's what was recorded on their store computer when I broke in at midnight last night and they don't open before 10 anyway. I mean to say we wouldn't have been if it wasn't that you wanted to redress the window display with the new stock before we got busy.” “Marilyn you don't think she's rather more to him than just his assistant do you?” “But of course she is, only a man who is infatuated would have bought everything we laid down in front of him. I mean to say only an infatuated male would have swallowed the story about the garter belt having a matching baby doll.” “Didn't it match?” “Only in the colour, Jennifer you have much to learn, not least how much you can coax an infatuated male to spend and whilst I think about it you'd better get Sonia to show you how to relax a man with a neck massage, it distracts them so they aren't thinking clearly. Now let's start thinking staff discounts and look through the bikinis I want something that's really going to turn heads when we hit the beach.”

I lifted out the items one at a time. Stockings? Two dozen pairs? We were talking serious money here. I'd once picked a single pair up when out browsing with a friend. We'd dropped them back down again when we found we could buy a pair of jeans for the same money. I took a speculative peek at my boss, I hadn't realized he was a leg man before. I wondered about just how good his control was. There were three pairs of black seamed; three pairs of white, six pairs of tan the same number of unseamed stockings. A simple garter belt, a sort of corset thing with straps, Oh they must be for the stockings, a plain silk slip, a sort of button up the front long sleeved dress that looked mid-thigh on me. A night dress? But certainly not the sort you used in hospital or at home with mother. I couldn't wait to get home tonight to try it on; I placed it carefully down. I searched in the box once more and found a very light gauze thong. It looked so light a puff of air would blow it away. The last item in the box was another thong with a butterfly motif embroidered on the front but it had two tiny thongs underneath. I blushed and wondered if he knew what he'd brought me?

Oh well time to get dressed. I picked up a pair of white stockings, I wondered if I could loosen Mr. Forbes's control, just a little. “Mr. Forbes I've never worn stockings before could you help me put them on? I think we start with the garter belt then the stockings and finally the thong over the top.” He nodded his agreement and I clipped the belt on and half sat on the edge of the desk. I rolled up the first stocking and passed it across for him to roll it up my leg. I could feel his breath on the tops of my thighs as we attached the first stocking. He started unrolling the second up my leg, smoothing the stocking as his hands slid upwards. Once more I felt his breath on my thigh, I couldn't resist temptation, and I raised my butt pushing my pussy against his mouth, then wiggled it very slightly. He took the hint, parted his lips and I felt his tongue caress my skin. I rested my fingers on the back of his head and guided him. Between his tongue and sensations he was creating inside I came very quickly for me. I wondered who had taught him how to use his tongue and mouth like that and felt quite jealous.

“Thank you.” “Miss Carrington, why have you a cord hanging down between your legs?” Think girl, think. I couldn't tell him directly, I just couldn't. “Since it's my last day would you like to call me Caroline or even Caro?” “Caro it is then. Why don't you just pull it gently sir?” I heard myself say blushing as I said it. The two silicone coated balls fell out into the palm of his hand. He looked questioningly at me. “They're weighted inside so when I move they move inside me.” He looked puzzled at first then enlightenment dawned on him. “Oh I see.” Men, they're so slow sometimes. I pulled on my thong, picked up the slip and pulled it on over my head. Then I wiggled my butt a bit as I walked into the kitchen to make another cup of coffee. I looked at myself in the mirror. The slip didn't look too bad on me. I turned to one side then the other, the stocking tops only showed if I raised the hem two inches, or bent forward backwards, lifted my arms in the air, hey this could be fun. Did I need the dress or could I pretend this was a slip dress? What the heck in for a penny in for a pound as my granny used to say. Did I need a bra? Well, without my boobs moved against the silky material, it stimulated my nipples and they stood up. No I think bra-less in the office today. The rest of the morning I spent tidying the office up. Bending forward and going through the files just to make sure they were in order. Rearranging boxes that had been stacked on top of the cabinets, catching up with the filing, etc. and generally taking every opportunity to flash my stocking tops and panties or brush my breast accidentally against my boss as I moved round the office looking for things to file. Filing had never been so much fun.

“Caro, if your dress has dried, would you like to go out for lunch since it's your last day?” “You mean this slip dress isn't quite the thing or its cold and windy outside?” “More I was thinking of taking you to an Italian restaurant I'd thought about going to once or twice but hadn't quite summoned up the courage. I wasn't certain if perhaps you would want to be seen with rather more visible panty line that is sometimes considered seemly.” I walked through to the kitchen and looked in the mirror. My thong and garter belt were a bit too visual underneath. I came back into the office and picked up the beach coverall type dress that I'd seen in the box. I slipped out of the slip and put the dress on. Not bad, long sleeves good for protection from the sun. Button up front, it came down to about three inches above the knee. It didn't look quite right at the top. Hadn't I seen a bra in the box? I popped back to the box and lifted the bra out. Back to the kitchen and tried it on. Hey not a bad fit, perhaps I'd send him to buy my next one. I always seem to have trouble buying bras the styles I like never seem to fit comfortably. I undid the top button on my dress, which looked much better. I followed Mr. Forbes out of the office but then looked down at his desk. The silicon covered balls, bother; I scooped them up rather than leave them in the open for a visitor to see and get the right oops wrong impression. What to do with them? Oh what the heck I slipped them back inside.

The sun was shining as we walked down the street. Mr. Forbes offered me his arm and we strode out towards the restaurant quarter by the sea front. We walked straight by McDonalds. “Don't you want to eat here?” I asked. “Good heavens no, I've never eaten at McDonalds and unless you really want to eat there today I've no intention of starting.” “Why then did you get me to call all those restaurants and get me to ask how much their burgers were?” “Oh that, I'll explain after lunch.” He guided us into an Italian restaurant, very up market. I looked at the framed pictures and posters on the wall. “Do you have a reservation sir? No reservation well I'm afraid it will be about a thirty minute wait.” Thirty minutes? No way, I unbuttoned my dress below the waist, pivoted, putting my right leg slightly forward giving the headwaiter a good eyeful. I took Richard's arm and looked soulfully at him. “Darling I'm so hungry didn't I see a McDonald's up the street?” The head waiter's eyes bulged as I flashed him, he cringed when I mentioned McDonalds I can't think why I mean to say I've never actually been in one but it can't be that bad surely. “Perhaps I can accommodate you after all. Yes I notice that Mr. Walkley is three minutes late for his parties’ reservation. If you'll step this way Sir, Madam.” We were shown to an elevated table that overlooked the ocean. There are times when I adore being a girl. Perhaps I'd have to think seriously about wearing stockings again.

The meal was pleasant. The headwaiter came by at least three times to keep an eye on my stocking tops, so I gave him a discreet flash each time. I wasn't really sure what it was we were eating I was just caught up in the attention I was getting from across the table. “By the way I've a couple of forms for you to sign.” He handed them across. One was a document authorizing the transfer of my student loans from my bank to one based on the Cayman Islands. Another was a loan form. “Are you sure this is correct?” “I think so I checked it myself.” “But the rate on the loan is 0.05% and it says that any outstanding amount is forgiven in five years time?”

“I never really explained what we do in the office now did I?” “No go on then.” “Well we provide investment advice to two or three very large pension funds.” “Sounds boring.” “Boring or not the graphs you drew up this summer together with your insights on how you used the Internet meant that we switched some rather large sums across to Euro government bonds.” “So?” “So since the market has dropped starting with the high tech stock your work has meant a lot of people still have pensions.” “I don't follow.” “If they had stayed in North American High tech stock they would have lost several billion dollars.” “Million?” “Billion. So I have been authorized to give you a very discreet bonus hence the forms.” I was shocked, I hadn't realized, I wanted to give him a great big enormous hug but the stupid table was in the way.

“But how did McDonald's Big Macs come into all this?” I heard myself say. “Oh that. Well there is a magazine called the Economist that tried to look at how much currencies were worth compared to their exchange rate. They tried all sorts of different items but eventually they came to the conclusion that if you compare the average price of a Big Mac in two countries you can see if one currency is overvalued compared to the other in the exchange rate.” “I assume the overvalued currency can be expected to fall over time?” “Right.” “But it must have some fancy name I mean it can't be called the Big Mac index can it?” “Actually it is. Sometimes it's called a purchasing-power parity index.” “Coffee Sir, Madam?” “I think we should be getting back to the office?” I nodded shaken, things you find out afterwards.

I buttoned my dress up at the front and we left. As we walked together back up the street I slipped my hand in his. It felt comfortable. I looked at him as we walked along. “Richard, have you a significant other?” I asked tentatively. “A significant other? Well there's my cat but apart from that no, I'm not married nor do I have a relationship with anyone at the moment other than my cat. I suppose I ought to look around sometimes but somehow I never really bothered.” Oh you poor thing I thought to myself. Once back I disappeared into the kitchen and made us both a coffee. Well did you know the price they wanted to charge us at the restaurant for a cup; I nearly died when I saw the price on the menu. I mean I could have bought a mug for the same price at the china hall. I switched panties to the ones with the butterfly motif on the front. I came out bearing two mugs of coffee. “Richard may I have one last wish?” He looked at me suspiciously “Depends.” “I just wanted to try giving you a massage that's all. I promise I'll keep my panties on so you needn't worry about me raping you. Just take your shirt off and lie face down on the couch.” He did as he was bid. I undid my buttons and took off my dress. I thought about taking my stockings off as well but thought it would be too complicated to do quickly. I ran my fingers over his back; I could feel his muscles under his skin. I knelt over his buttocks and worked my fingers hard massaging his shoulders and the back of his neck. Gradually I felt him relax under me. I was glad Jenny had taught me well. We used to practice on her brother after we'd tied him to the bed. Poor guy being tortured by the two of us. She used to tease him by stroking his face with her breast whilst I ran my fingers lightly over his scrotum. Anyway I could feel Richard relaxing, I stretched out on top of him and gave him a whole body massage, you know where you press your breasts into his back whilst stroking him and working his legs with yours. God I was getting warm.

“Time to roll over so I can do the front.” To be honest you're not nearly as sensitive on the front as your back but there's one thing on the front that just not available at the back. I ran my fingers through the hair on his chest I just have this thing about the hair on chests I love to run my fingers through it. I squirmed up against him then slipped my hand down to his rod and guided it between my thighs and well lubricated pussy. “I thought you were keeping your panties on?” He gasped. “They are on. The new ones you brought me this morning with the pretty butterfly motif on, the crotchless ones.” He blushed so beautifully I gave him so mouth to mouth resuscitation. Afterwards I lay in his arms and we talked. I asked him “You wouldn't know anywhere cheap that a poor penniless student could afford that's handy for the university do you?”

You know I really like living in his apartment, there's no heating bills or anything. It'll certainly do for the next couple of years and you never know I might even decide to keep him.