I see a lot in Miss Kay (closed for AndreaSubbie)

I paused to sip my coffee by the door to my office. It was so early that the building was still largely empty, so there would be no one to see me eye the cubicle tucked around the corner. A cubicle that had certainly brightened my life this summer, as that’s where my young intern sits. After a “downsizing” claimed Tim, and then Helen left for a new start-up it, the amount of work that landed on me as the sole member of the Analytics team was overwhelming. When HR had announced that Helen would be temporarily replaced by a young intern from England not even in college yet, I had been furious though smart enough to keep quiet. I had figured the intern would probably be the child of some bigwig in the head office in London who would do no work while touring the US and drawing a salary. I just braced myself for my long hours to get even longer. Why not - it’s not like there was any joy waiting for me at home.

Instead, Andrea Kay had arrived. She had little direct experience, but she was incredibly bright and was picking up the analytical reporting tools very quickly. I had to sit with her to set up the analytic parameters, but she showed she could take it from there and she was willing to stay late to make sure the reports completed. Honestly, I can’t complain about having to sit with her either, or being anywhere near her really … she was so incredibly cute from her deep brown eyes to the slender curves of her figure. I found myself making opportunities to sneak a look at the way her hips swayed as she walked down the hall, or the way her small breasts stood high on her chest even if well covered by professional tops. She made something stir deep inside me in a way I hadn’t felt for more than a decade, the reality of her being right there next to me so much more enticing than porn even if I could only dream of seeing more of her skin. Many of the young women one floor up in sales and marketing were far more blatantly sexy, particularly in the summer, with clothes that flirted with the edge of decorum and company policy. Andrea didn’t even seem to try, she just was sexy in whatever she wore. That was just as well, as the young bucks in Sales chased the skirts upstairs and didn’t bother us geeks down here. They didn’t have eyes for Andrea the way I did.

I knew I had to stop day dreaming about her and get to work, so I headed for my desk. I was going to get in trouble if I couldn’t learn to keep my eyes to myself. She was less than half my age, after all. I tried to be discreet in my gaze, and hoped she hadn’t caught me looking. She hadn’t done anything yet that made me think she’d caught me anyway. I had to adjust myself in my pants before I sat down, having stiffened like a younger man just at the thought of her. Besides, I needed to review last night’s results to see if anything new had shown up in the data trends.

Soon my coffee was getting cold while I skimmed through reports, at least until Outlook beeped for my 8am call with London to report to my boss there. I dashed off a quick email to Andrea before leaving for the conference room.

“Andrea,
Good morning. There’s something odd in the RDM report results. I’ll stop by your cube after my call with Masterson so we can see if it is misconfigured parameter or something to dig into.
Michael”

I straightened my tie as I walked past her still empty cube. I had to remind myself that surely there was no way a beautiful young woman like her would be interested in a graying 46 year old. But it sure was nice to be able to be around such a cute young thing.

“Oh no! I’m so late!” I muttered to myself as I dashed from the ‘subway’ station, across the ‘sidewalk’ to the front of my office building, grabbing my swipe card from my sweat ‘pants’ and going through the automatic security to try and grab the ‘elevator’ while the door …. Was … still … OPEN!!!!

“Bugger!” I’d missed it. Wait 5 minutes for it to come back down, or try the stairs? At least I was dressed for exercise! Throwing the strap over my shoulder, I hefted the small sports bag and started up the stairs. I wasn’t really the stair-climbing type, or the running type for that. My morning swim had made her feel so invigorated, so set up for the day, but it had been one delay after another until here I was, almost late for my 8am start.

Why do Americans all start work so early? What’s wrong with 9 to 5, like I’d been prepared for in school back in England? And what’s wrong with words like ‘Underground’, ‘pavement’, ‘bottoms’ or ‘trousers’, ‘lift’? They were using words here that I only heard in films .. ‘movies’, I corrected myself.

I’d have to use the ‘bathroom’ that had no bath tubs but plenty of toilets, to change as fast as I could into my office clothes and hope Mr Martin didn’t notice my arrival.

Finally I was making my way across the big open office to my little corner cubicle, glancing at the clock.

“Damn, eight-oh-nine!” sitting quickly, I pressed the button on the Desktop, pulled the diary out of the drawer and prepared to spend the usual five minutes preparing my day.

“Ping!”

An email … from the boss! I quickly scanned Mr Martin’s message.

“The RDM Reports? But I’d checked those? Bugger!”

Now a bit distracted by my lateness, by not finishing my five minutes, by the email and implied error I must have made, I didn’t noticed until so much later that I’d missed a button on my grey cotton long sleeved blouse, and the top button hole was over the second button, leaving my top button undone, and a large gap that from my left side left my rather wonky right bra cup somewhat exposed.

And of course it ‘would’ be that while I was all flustered my time ran out!

Fortunately my meeting with Masterson was brief as things had been going pretty well lately, and he clearly had more concern for employees who were less than an ocean away. I put in good word about Miss Kay, as I was still unclear whether maybe she was some relation of his or some other ranking person, but he didn’t pick up on it.

“Yes, Yes, that’s all good. They’re still adjusting the inventories in the west coast locations based on the patterns your team noticed, but initial results are positive. More product moving, quite good. Look, I need to dash, so I’ll let you get on with your morning.” His eyes on the video conference kept sliding off to look at something, probably his laptop. I wondered if he only insisted on the video to make sure I paid attention, even if he didn’t.

“Sounds good. We’ll let you know if we see anything else interesting.” I had to smile at the reference to ‘my team’ - since that was only Andrea and I.

“Cheers then!” And he was gone. That’s the way I liked it - keeping him positive and at a distance.

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I was still smiling as I got to Andrea’s cube. I could smell the light fragrance of what I presumed was either her shampoo or perfume before I could see into the cube. That would have been enough to make me smile anyway.

“Good morning Andrea.” I stuck my head around the corner before intruding into her space, making sure to look straight into her eyes and not get distracted. “You may not have had a chance to see it yet, but I dropped you a line about the RDM report. I didn’t have a chance to dig into it before my call with Masterson, but either something's a bit off or there’s an unanticipated trend in sales of that new women’s activewear line.”

As I stepped around the cube wall, something seemed a bit off about her top, but there was no way I could risk glancing at it until I knew her attention was elsewhere. It always gave me a thrill though, even the small lines of her bra against her blouse or a strap uncovered on the smooth complexion of her shoulder. I felt myself growing in my pants just thinking about it.

“Oh, I see you already have it up. Can you pull up the matrix that shows the product line mix?” I stepped a bit closer, ready to lean over her as I had so many times while teaching her the software. As soon as her head turned towards the screen, I couldn’t resist looking down to see what was going on with that top.

So it was the new women’s activewear line. Hm.

I pulled up the right data and leaned forward to see it better, not that it helped. It just seemed like getting closer would let the problem jump out at me. It would be nice to be the one to find out why the sales figures didn't fit the pattern. It would be nice to impress Mr Martin.

He was very polite, and nice to me, even though I actually knew nothing, and probably wasn't as much help as his previous staff. But I did want to be useful to him, to make his job easier. And I wanted a good report that I could use on my CV. Except they have 'Resumes' here, of course.

Without the original figures I couldn't see what might have gone wrong. Luckily for me, Mr Martin didn't seem at all cross, so I relaxed a bit. Had relaxed a bit, hence my rambling musings.

Which was when I noticed his reflection in my anti-glare screen ... was he looking down my top??

I didn't know what to think, what to do! I sat there, as if reading the data on screen, but actually watching where his eyes were going.

He was! He was looking down my top! Hm, not that there was much to see. But glancing at my blouse in the reflection I noticed the wrong buttoning. I looked like the kid who can't dress herself yet. How embarrassing! And how innocuous.

A flood of relief passed through me. It was because I dressed wrong, that's why he was looking.

Hm. So why did I feel disappointed?

Not wanting to draw attention to my wardrobe error, I left the blouse as it was, and highlighted the appropriate lines on the screen.

Now I was watching, hoping he'd look again!

I could feel my heart beating faster even at that quick glance. I pulled my eyes back to the screen even as I thought about how she'd missed the button. She must have been rushed this morning after the gym or something. But I had to think about the analysis too.

"There, yes. That code there. That's the new leggings I think. See how there's a lot of purchases all in that one area code."

The way her blouse was pulled up, there would be a gap opened, just like sometimes happens when women wear a top a bit too small for their bust. At most I'd just see her bra, I figured, but the thought of even that on the cute Andrea was so enticing.

"Open up that one, please. Do the drill down by location." I crouched down next to her, not unlike I'd done so many times before when it just wasn't worth pulling up a chair. I waited until I was sure that she was looking at the screen intently, or perhaps looking down at the keyboard, before I stole another glance through what I hoped was that gap.

I opened it and did the drill down as he asked, letting the information on screen help us see just what he wanted, letting Mr Martin see what he wanted, what would interest him, see what he would like to see. Was I talking about sales data or my top?

Mentally I shook my head to clear it of the very strange thoughts creeping in. Where on earth had they come from? And where were they going?

Not going anywhere interesting, that was for sure, since like the gentleman he was, he had crouched down to avoid being distracted by my top. You can't look down a girl's top if your head is level with her chest!

But as I carried out his instructions, as I did what he told me to do, as I obeyed him, did as I was ordered, shit more inappropriate thoughts, his eyes reflected in the screen stole a glance right at my boobs.

He wasn't looking down my my top, He was looking into my top, through the gap.

I found myself frowning because you're supposed to disapprove. But inside I felt different, a little zing, a little rush. He'd only see a rather boring white bra, but ...

I kept my eyes on his in the reflection. I needed to know what he thought. Was his glance worth it, I wondered, did he think it was worth it?

"Ah, yes. Just there, page left?" I had seen this pattern in sales data before, but not at this quantity before. Much the same I'd certainly seen a young woman's bra before, but not for a long time and certainly not Andrea's. As she reached forward for the keys I took my chance to look, turning only my eyes to try to be discreet.

Wow. My heart thumped. It was just a standard, inexpensive white bra, without even any lacy trim, though that reminded me of my first girlfriend from ages ago. But what made my heart jump was that in the same rush of the morning it looked like she hadn't gotten it on straight. The right cup was pulled away from her breast, so much that I could see not only the whole curve of her young, firm breast by also the pink nub of her nipple.

I had to tear my eyes back to the screen and try to compose myself, though my voice was not nearly as steady as I might have hoped. "Amazing." I stood up. "Look at that. All of the stores around New York City are seeing that particular item bought out. It looks like someone is coming in, buying in batch of five to ten, and then rotating a new buyer in. The stores are happy because of the sales, but I bet we're seeing resale on the secondary market."

My hands were shaking, so I pushed them in my pockets. Perhaps she'd mistake any oddness in my voice for what we found in the data. I hoped the motion might also disguise the bulge in my pants; I had got gotten hard faster than I had in a long, long time. Probably faster than I thought my body was capable of anymore.

I cleared my throat lightly. "Ahem. Yes, so make a report of just that item and we'll pass it on so that sales management can decide what to do." I made a point to only look straight at the screen or in her eyes, but now even looking into her eyes seemed incredibly sexy. I could feel a blush on my cheeks. "Great job there." Now it seemed what I said was awkward. "Great start to the morning."

I followed Mr martin's directions, but still kept focusing on the reflection of his eyes. And as I stretched my arm out, there it was, the sideways look!

He had definitely peeked inside my top! I felt a little flutter of triumph, and almost smiled, but managed to restrain myself.

"Amazing, Look at that."

I imagined, as he stood up, that that he wasn't referring to the information on screen.

I made a mental note to refine a report on the item, while looking again at his screen reflection. He did seem a bit uncomfortable. Could he ... ? Could I have made him ... ? No, that would be silly, its just a boring plain unsexy bra, after all.

"Great job there. Great start to the morning."

It did seem like he was distracted at least, and maybe he partly was talking about me.

"Yes Sir. I hope you saw what you wanted, of the figures? That you're pleased so far?"

It was a bit dangerous to play the 'double meaning' game with my boss, but I'd said it now, quite straight faced, and there was certainly an innocent interpretation of her question.

It just depended on how he'd respond.

This is the item. And I brought up the catalogue picture on screen.

"Yes Sir. I hope you saw what you wanted, of the figures? That you're pleased so far?"

The possible double meaning struck me immediately and the implications rushed through my mind. Had she seen my peek, and yet she wasn’t angry or disgusted? Her face conveyed no hint, but then weren’t the English long masters of this sort of word play. If only I had the clever tongue of a protagonist in the average BBC drama. The risk was clear, and if I had a clear head surely I wouldn’t have continued in this line, but the thrill of that moment and of her carried me forward.

“Very pleased Andrea, very striking figures. They way you put it together really made what might have been hidden truly stand out beautifully.” Was I being clever, or rambling? It was what just came out.

Then I looked back to the screen as she pulled up the item in question, and I felt the warmth in my cheeks all the more. All I could think of was what Andrea might look like in such a bodysuit. Her breasts clearly had no need of the support of a bra, her figure would doubt look wonderful under the fine mesh, and of course there would be no photographic post production to so neatly erase the details both above and below… I realized I was staring with all too long a gap of silence.

“Ah, I see that new product team has decided to … uh, stretch out from the old product line. I can see why that might hold appeal for … uh, certain segments of the market.” Looking at this with Andrea right there, there was a thrill that just made the air feel electric. A thrill that ran straight to my cock which felt like it was straining in its erection. Part of me wanted to run away, but I also had to know - was she really playing at this? Was she feeling at all as excited by this as I?

“What do you think Andrea? What would be a theory on the potential of this product that might explain what we’re seeing?” I looked down into her eyes. “If we were able to provide a full analysis of what’s going on here, it would help prove the value of our team.” I allowed myself a smile, even if it was a nervous one.

“Very pleased Andrea, very striking figures. They way you put it together really made what might have been hidden truly stand out beautifully.”

Ooh! He was playing back! Wasn't he? I was 99% sure he was, but I needed to be sure. After all, the 'what might have been hidden' was just a bra. Its not like she was topless, or anything. And neither was the girl modelling the product, even through she was wearing what was obviously a see through garment with nothing under.

When I brought the catalogue picture on screen, Mr Martin seemed very taken with it, almost lost in his imagination. I wondered if he was remembering a former girlfriend who'd worn a similiar garment, because the expression on his face was a mix of desire and something else I couldn't identify. But clearly he liked it!

“Ah, I see that new product team has decided to … uh, stretch out from the old product line. I can see why that might hold appeal for … uh, certain segments of the market.”

I wasn't quite sure what he meant about certain segments of the market, unless he was possibly referring to women who might wear such a see through item without anything under? Is that what he meant? But the 'stretch out' was a comment I could use.

So when he continued,

“What do you think Andrea? What would be a theory on the potential of this product that might explain what we’re seeing? If we were able to provide a full analysis of what’s going on here, it would help prove the value of our team.”

I answered,
"Let me look into it, Sir, and see what I can find. I agree that a full-bloodied analysis is needed. And yes, it seems things have been stretched out"

I then added, almost apologetically, "You did ask my opinion, Sir, but maybe I'm getting ahead of myself. I might need to come to your office and find out which figures you most want to see?"

It wasn't much, but without being a bit too blatant, she wasn't sure how much further she could go just now.

"You did ask my opinion, Sir, but maybe I'm getting ahead of myself. I might need to come to your office and find out which figures you most want to see?”

“Nonsense Andrea, you are clearly talented at this. The ability to see right through these patterns is something to be encouraged.” I had to smile. The feeling was intoxicating. I felt like a young man flirting in implications with her.

“How about if you take a few moments to compose what you think is most important here, and then come to my office. We can pull it up on my second monitor, and we can compare notes.” Certainly it was easier to look at lots of data on the larger screens in my office, but more importantly my office was a lot more private if someone should be passing by in our quiet corner of the building.

I gave her another smile, even risking a friendly wink, and then turned away. Now I was no longer sure if I wanted to hide the bulge in my pants, or if that would be part of this little game as well. As I stepped back into my office I reached down and re-adjusted myself in my boxer briefs, feeling the heat and hardness that begged for attention. But it was even more erotic to wonder how long and how far this little game would go.

I pulled up the same report she had generated and started to look through the numbers as I eagerly awaited her arrival.

“The ability to see right through these patterns is something to be encouraged.”

How about if you take a few moments to compose what you think is most important here, and then come to my office. We can pull it up on my second monitor, and we can compare notes.”

If I read him right, he was sayng he was turned on by the mesh body. That gave me an idea, if I was daring enough to try it out. Picking up the phone I got through to lady in Marketing. Yes, she could help.

After putting the phone down, I ran a few carefully chosen filters that showed just when the items were bought, showed the buying patterns that were being repeated, and was able to suggest a few possible next purchase runs in case Mr Martin wanted to get someone to actually investigate on the ground. I emailed it all across to him, letting him know I'd be there, with a coffee for him, in 5 minutes.

Sure enough, 5 minutes later I knocked on his door, coffee in hand, buttons all done up correctly.

“Ah, thank you.” I smiled at the extra coffee in her hand. “You are enabling my indulgence this morning.” I rose and took the coffee from her and gave a sip. “Ah, that’s the way I like it, enough to have sweetness and creamy smoothness, but without masking the wonderful natural body underneath.” Oh, this game with her was delightful.

I sat back down and gestured her towards the second seat in my office. “Here, I’ve pulled up your analysis from the email.” It was hard to take my eyes off of her, and I noticed that she’d corrected the buttons on her blouse, though I tried not to dwell on her chest until I thought she was looking at the chair or the screen.

I leaned back a bit, giving her room to get to my keyboard and mouse if she wanted to manipulate what was on the screen, but thus also giving her some leeway on just how close her body would come to mine. It would be easy for her to happen to be leaning practically across my lap, if she wished, or she could slide the keyboard towards herself easily enough. My own anticipation was high, ready to look over all of her at any chance I had.

“Don’t be concerned with precision at this point, I’d like to hear your thought process. Just show me whatever you think should focus our attention.”

This was fun!

There could be no doubt that he was playing along, that he was enjoying the game, and I wondered how much he liked the view of my bra, and how much he just enjoyed the flirting double chat.

He did keep hinting that he would appreciate the "wonderful natural body underneath", so maybe I should try something, see how he responded? It excited me, this naughty chat, but I was even more excited by the thought that he actually wanted to see my body! Could he really be interested, or was it just the idea?

So once he'd taken his coffee and I'd put mine down, I turned as if to move my chair and undid the top blouse button, taking a breath to steady my nerves.

Well, he did say, "Just show me whatever you think should focus our attention"

Turning to sit down, I made sure I was turned towards him, and gently leaned forward to let my top gap a little and give him an angle to look down. I wanted him to know that this time it was deliberate. Unfortunately his screen wasn't reflective, so I couldn't just watch his eyes. I was now guessing, reading his body language, and relying on his comments.

"I think we should start with this, if you would give your attention to what I'm showing you .." and I opened the concluding part of my report which tried to predict where the next big buying might take place.

"What do you think? Am I on the right lines? Should I follow this up?"

Once I saw her fingers undo the top button of her blouse, I found it very hard to think of the report at all. As she leaned forward I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding since she started unbuttoning.

“You are very ...insightful in knowing what I’d like to see, Andrea.” All of my attention was on her, my eyes following the opening in her blouse, wondering what state her bra was in now.

"I think we should start with this, if you would give your attention to what I'm showing you .."

I pulled my eyes back to the screen. Both a body like that, and a mind for analysis, and a will to .. what? I had to know more on what her desires were, even as I knew what I wished for them to be.

“Ah yes, that makes sense, that now that the purchasers had bought out the stores we have around New York that they might move up here to Boston, since we no longer have a Hartford location.” Her analysis pointed to some other items that they might also buy, though I didn’t recognize the codes to know what they were offhand, particularly in my distracted state.

"What do you think? Am I on the right lines? Should I follow this up?"

I had to know. Though my entire career was at risk, I had to know.

“This is deeply intriguing Andrea. I want you to continue what you’ve done here, to more fully reveal what I think we both need to see.” I turned towards her, feeling my pulse pounding, my cheeks warm, and my cock incredibly hard. It seemed she was excited by this too, but how far would she go?

“This is deeply intriguing Andrea. I want you to continue what you’ve done here, to more fully reveal what I think we both need to see.”

He really did seem to be encouraging me. But I'd never done anything like this before, and didn't know quite how to play the next move.

I sat back, looking at Mr Martin. I looked at his nice face, his pretty eyes, the sensitive mouth, the strong body. I took in his competence, his authority. I liked what I saw and made a decision. I didn't know anyone who did this stuff, just read about it on the internet, but decided that if he wanted me, he could have me. By that I meant Dominate, though it would take a huge amount of trust on my part. And I had to steel myself for rejection and being fired. And I had to find a way of offering myself that wouldn't have him running as fast and far as he could.

And I had no-one to guide me.

"I'd be very happy to reveal more, but I need a bit of help. I'm still just the Intern, I don't actually have any experience, I don't really know what to do?"

And a little tear formed in my left eye. Damn! Just when I wanted to appear so cool and collected, so grown-up. Taking a breath, I sat up straight and looked him in the eye, letting him know I was serious, then I dropped my gaze, and waited for his decision.

"I'd be very happy to reveal more, but I need a bit of help. I'm still just the Intern, I don't actually have any experience, I don't really know what to do?"

My heart just melted. She was so bold, yet so unsure, and clearly inexperienced. Given her age, was it even possible she was a virgin? I knew generally about some people wanting to be submissive, though it was certainly not the way I would describe my estranged wife or any particular girlfriend in my past, but here Andrea seemed to be calling for it. Perhaps just the kind of young woman who might be attracted to an older man, to guide her and show her new things. Perhaps I could be that man for her.

“Andrea, you have shown a natural talent here. I would greatly enjoy deepening our relationship to show you … more experiences. But I need you to show me that this is what you truly want.” I took a deep breath. This was indeed the plunge that could lead to an amazing, thrilling experience or the ignominious end to my career - or perhaps both. I had to still hold onto the slightest bit of deniability, just for one more step.

“When you entered my office you did something, made one very significant change that caught my attention. I want you to pick up where you stopped and continue until you have fully opened yourself to me.” I looked very significantly at the buttons of her blouse. “If you can’t bring yourself to do that, perhaps it’s best that we do our best to forget the thrilling morning that I think we’ve both had here today together.”

He wasn't rejecting me!

It was going to be OK. I let out the breath I hadn't known I was holding. He wasn't cross with me, he didn't despise me, he didn't sack me. He encouraged me. A gentle rush of gratitude and affection flooded me, and I smiled shyly at him.

We were about to take things into a whole new realm.

But he was offering to show me more experiences, and I knew it was going to be thrilling.

Like this challenge he'd just set me. It was a test. Testing my seriousness. Testing my courage. Testing my obedience. I didn't want to let him down. More, I was excited that he set the test. The very fact of it was exciting. I could hardly wait to start, but also wanted to relish this moment, this transition into a new me.

And with that I sat squarely facing him, and put my shaking hands to the second button of my blouse, the top one already being undone.

I looked him in the eye, to make sure I hadn't imagined that this was what he wanted from me, and also to ask his permission.

It was his turn to let out a breath, and nod his permission to continue, looking pleased with my actions.

So I undid the second button, then the third, all the way to where the blouse was tucked into my knee length grey skirt. Again looking to him for permission first, I pulled the tails of the blouse free and completed undoing all the buttons, then let the blouse just hang there, open.

"This, Mr Martin Sir, is what I truly want, need." I said it slowly, deliberately. There was no chance of this being mistaken for a passing whim, even though this morning I could never have guessed that I'd be here.

I did my best to look into her eyes, looking down to her trembling hands to appreciate each new revelation as her blouse opened, drinking in the sight of her young body. As she pulled loose the tails of her blouse it was a sign of completion, at least of this step. For now I knew there would be more.

"This, Mr Martin Sir, is what I truly want, need."

“Look at me, Andrea. You are beautiful, both in your body and in this marvelously brave spirit you are showing me. I will do everything I can to make sure that these wants and needs of yours are met.” My voice was serious, and I felt serious, but at the same time incredibly invigorated in a way I had never felt before.

I let my gaze slowly move over her body, soft and yet firm in a way that only a young woman can have. The right cup of her bra still folded back, showing a perky nipple that seemed to beg for a touch and a suckle, but now was not the time for that. I looked back into her eyes.

“Andrea, I would guess your bra is an old favorite, but it clearly is no longer serving you well. Take it off and give it to me. Your breasts clearly do not need its support anyway.” I held out my hand. “Then I want you to continue describing to me what you have found in this data. I need to know that you can combine your duty to the company as well as this exquisite offering of beauty you have made to me.”

He called me beautiful! No one had called me that, except my Dad, and all Dads see their daughters as beautiful. I was touched, moved by his sincerity. I understood immediately why this older man was so appealing to me. It wasn't just that he looked nice; plenty of younger men of my acquaintance were actually better looking, but they were all selfish. I could see that Mr Martin would satisfy both of us, in a way we both wanted, and it wouldn't be selfish. He would meet my needs and wants. It was exciting, thrilling, but also comforting and wonderful. I was ready right then to do anything he asked, anything at all.

But all he asked for, was my bra.

Mm, that was nice. Sexual, but not grasping, bold but still discrete. Naughty but playful. I liked him. I liked the way he'd watched my handa carry out his instructions. I liked the way he seemed to really enjoy looking at me.

So I reached behind, under my blouse, and unsnapped the back. I was about to pull the shoulder straps through the sleeves, and thought, why bother? So I slipped the blouse off my shoulders, and let the old bra drop forward into my waiting hands, which in turn passed it to his waiting hands.

I paused to let him see me, needing to know what he thought of me, needing his approval. Then topless, I switched into work mode, and without innuendo explained what I'd done with the report, my conclusions, and my recommendations. All with my boobs out in the open.

It was utterly thrilling, like nothing I'd ever experienced, and I loved it so much I knew I was hooked. I would never get enough of this feeling.

It was funny really, because I'd never actually shown my boobs to a man before, except a doctor wirh a nurse present. So this was a real first.

Having finished my explanation I sat back in my chair like a good little Intern, waiting for her boss's reaction.

Sorry, computer problems

I took her bra, enjoying the feel of the soft fabric of it in my hand. More than that was the feeling that she surrendered it to me. There was no other word for it, but that at the moment I felt most tangibly her submission to me. I knew it wouldn’t be the last article of clothing she would give to me. The fact that she decided on her own to completely remove her blouse was even better. That she could deliver her full report intelligently afterwards was truly amazing and erotic on a level I never could have imagined.

“Excellent Andrea. You continue to impress me.” I turned my chair back towards her. A deep and primal part of me wanted to reach out and take her right there, particularly as it had been so long since I truly fulfilled that desire. But there was something precious and fragile here and the moment was not right. I need to be sure that she was ready before each new step, even if she needed me to be the one to direct her to fulfill both of our needs.

“As much as I enjoy seeing you like this, we will get visitors from time to time in our little corner of the office. Get yourself fully dressed again, though you do not need this bra. I know you have our usual backlog of reports to do, and we cannot be distracted from getting that work done.”

I eyed her as I thought of an idea that I thought would excite her, and let me confirm what further exploration she desired. “At 11:30 I will come by your cube and we will go to get take-away lunch from the cafeteria. We will not speak of anything other than proper work topics unless we are alone in my office or your cubicle. Pay attention to who notices or fails to notice your lack of undergarment, but don’t make a point of it to anyone. It shouldn’t be too crowded if we are prompt. When we get back to my office we’ll eat and I expect you to tell me in detail how this morning’s events made you feel.”

“I’ll follow up on the conclusions of your analysis. While I do not doubt your correctness, I think there is some further research we can do on this.”

I stood up in front of her, closer than professional personal space would indicate was appropriate, but making sure not to actually touch her. I let my voice become softer than the professional directness of my earlier instructions. “Do you have any questions or concerns, Andrea?”

Questions or concerns? Where should I begin? It was all so unexpected, so sudden, I hardly knew where to begin, so best to postpone that until later.

"Not at the moment, Sir."

But he'd said.

“Excellent Andrea. You continue to impress me.”

He couldn't possibly know how important it was for me to hear those words, but I also couldn't help a little disappointment that he expressed no satisfaction, no pleasure in my breasts, that it was the giving in to his order that was excellent, but not my body.

At least he took my report seriously, which was good, because I'd actually put some thought into it. So a little reluctantly, but very self-consciously, since he wasn't impressed with my boobs, I put my blouse back on, the cotton feeling cool and a little rough against my slightly swollen nipples which were poking about a centimetre. I wasn't sure how I should leave. We were in his office, so the 'game' was in play, but also it was back to work. I made do with a little curtesy at his door and made my way to my cubicle, engrossing myself in that backlog of reports he'd mentioned.

I was a little confused about my feelings. If I mentioned to him this afternoon about my disappointment, I was basically begging for compliments. But they would be worthless if I had to ask for them. At the same time, I was aware that if this had any chance of working for us, we both had to be honest about how we were feeling. Dilemma.

On the other hand, it was almost 11.30, and I was very excited at this walk in public to the cafeteria and back without my bra. I wondered if anyone would notice, if they'd react or say anything? Probably not while Mr Martin was with me. But their eyes would tell me what I needed to know.

Seeing the man himself striding across to my cubicle, I quickly stood, grabbed my 'purse'. not my handbag, and waited for him to reach me.

"Are you ready, Andrea?" I paused by the opening to her cubicle. I had managed to ignore my erection enough for it to subside, but seeing her again already had the predictable reaction starting. "No, perhaps that is the wrong question, as there may be things I instruct you to do that you do not feel ready for. It is important to me that you know that you always can decline, and we will pick up from that point and find the right path forward even if it is challenging.

"Stand up straight." I allowed myself to smile and appreciate the subtle points her nipples made in the blouse. "Yes, not as striking as their bare beauty earlier, but nonetheless inspiring to those who pay enough attention to see. While I've noticed your posture has always been good, for this exercise I want you to feel particularly proud at standing straight and letting confidence shine from you."

"In any case, let's go." I led her towards the elevators where the polished metal at first reflected us alone. We were joined by others as soon as we stepped out of the elevator, so I attempted to distract both her and our coworkers with casual small talk about our work, studiously avoiding the particular research we'd been doing lately. I soon saw one young man's eyes track her chest as we entered the cafeteria, but then soon there were enough people that it was impossible to know how many might notice the small difference in the way her chest moved as she walked, or the small points pressed against the fabric. Instead I turned my attention to how she was reacting, giving her a reassuring smile and hopefully providing a sense of stability should she find the sensation too much. It seemed like it happened quite quickly from my point of view, and soon enough we were back in the elevator and alone again. I studied the look on her face, but the real question on my mind could only be answered by her.

"So Andrea, how do you feel?"

"How do I feel?"

It had been amazing. And he'd complimented my nipples, called my breasts inspiring, liked their bare beauty! All was well, was very well.

"I feel fantastic! You're instruction to stand up straight, be proud, let confidence shine out, they were really helpful because it took away most of the fear, leaving just the delicious churning in my tummy. And I think I only could feel confident because you were there with me?

I loved seeing our reflection in the elevator doors, the two of us, and I thought my nipples looked prominent, but not overly obvious. I know I'm not big in that department, being only a b cup, but I think my boobs made a nice shape in the blouse?

Once we started walking, I could feel them bouncing much more than in a bra, and almost everyone facing us seemed to notice. It wasn't so obvious when we were standing still. But there was something ever so exciting about not wearing the bra, and knowing people were looking at my breasts, and that many of them knew I didn't have a bra on. I loved it that I knew that they knew.

Most of all, I adored that you set me the challenge, that I was only doing it because you told me to, that you gave me a chance to obey you, that it was something I never would have done if it weren't for you. I loved that it pushed me to new limits, stretched me inside. I enjoyed being looked at, because with you there I was safe. I trust you."

We were almost at our floor, and looking up at Mr Martin I asked, "But how do you feel? Are you ok with your Intern being noticed like this?"