By Day Three, I had grown bolder.  

I wore a tight red blouse that hugged my breasts perfectly and a black pleated skirt so short it barely covered me when I sat. No panties, of course.  

Elena had started watching me. She thought she was being subtle, but I caught her eyes drifting to my legs every time I crossed the room.  

This morning, I spent a long time “organizing” the bottom drawer of the filing cabinet right beside her desk. When I bent over deeply with my legs straight, my ass pointed straight at her. My short skirt flipped up and gave her a full, unobstructed view of my bare, shaved pussy.  

I heard her breath catch.  

“Claire,” Elena whispered, her voice strained. “What are you doing?”  

I looked back at her from between my legs, hair falling across my face. “Just cleaning up, boss. Why? Is something wrong?”  

A jolt went through me as her thighs pressed together under the desk. 

For a moment, I thought she would—

Elena cleared her throat loudly. “Nothing. Just… hurry up.”  

Alright then.

My resolve hardened, and I stayed bent over longer than I needed to, letting her look her fill. 

When I finally straightened and turned around, Elena was unable to hide it.

I caught her staring directly at my ass. Her face flushed deeper, and she looked away quickly.  

For lunch, I sat on the edge of her desk with my legs slightly parted, feeding her updates while my foot “accidentally” brushed against her calf underneath the table. 

Each time I met her bare skin, her breath caught, and she almost shuddered. But she did not pull away.  

I was getting closer.

Later that afternoon, I dropped a pen right between her legs. Then I sank slowly to my knees and crawled under her desk to retrieve it.

My face ended up only inches from her lap. I could smell her. Warm, feminine, and unmistakably getting wet.  

Elena sat frozen in her seat while I took my time.

I let my cheek brush lightly against her thigh as I pretended to search. When I finally came back up, her nipples stood hard and were visible under her silk blouse.  

“Claire…” Elena whispered.

The dark warning in her voice sent a jolt to my stomach.

I just smiled, flirty and playful. “Found it! You seem so tense lately, Elena. Maybe you need a massage after work?”  

She didn’t answer. Simply turning back to her desk in work. But she didn’t say no either.  

On Day Four, I chose a sheer white blouse with no bra. Making my dark nipples show clearly every time I moved. 

Then, when carrying refreshment into Elena’s office, I “accidentally” spilled water on myself right in front of her, making the fabric cling wetly to my breasts.  

For a full five seconds, Elena sat frozen. Staring straight at me. Then she caught herself and lowered her head quickly.

It was so wet, I was soaking wet when I left the office.

That night, in the office parking lot, I fingered myself in the car, while thinking about her tongue on my clit.

Elena was crack to my body.

I moaned her name until I came twice, hard.  

I was getting so close. Elena was starting to crack. I could just feel it.