First day back at the office

Ruth's black heels clicked against the polished tiled floor of the office building as she stepped through the automatic doors, her stride purposeful as she got closer, wanting to get in and await the arrival of the notorious office Romeo, her secret lover. The anticipation of seeing Reg, of feeling his touch again, made her heart race; she had had to endure a whole Sunday with her husband and boys, sneaking away twice during family dinner to send Reg some nudes. Ruth had imagined Reg having to hide the images on his phone from his wife; she hoped he would enjoy those images later when he got some alone time, whether it be in the shower or when they were all asleep, wanting him to not forget about her as she had spent the remainder of the weekend counting down the hours until she could be reunited with Reg, her mind filled with their passionate encounter and the promise of more.

She flashed her ID at the security guard, who nodded in recognition. "Good morning, Ms. Bath," the security guard acknowledged, his voice carrying a hint of curiosity at her different attire. Ruth offered him a brief smile, her eyes darting around, searching for any sign of Reg.

"Morning," she replied, her voice laced with a subtle excitement about her impending day that she couldn't quite conceal.

She was dressed in the short black skirt, white blouse, and red bra she had mentioned to Reg at the hotel, her panties left behind as promised, making her feel very naughty. 

As Ruth approached her desk, she couldn't help but feel disappointed as she scanned the open office space and didn't find Reg. She wasn't surprised, though, as he was notorious for being late. She sighed, trying to hide her disappointment, and sat down at her desk.

Ruth struggled to keep her head down; on one of her frequent glances up, her heart skipped a beat as Reg strolled in, a casual grin on his face, his gaze finally settling on Ruth. His smile widened before he made his way to his desk across the room. Ruth felt a flush creep up her neck, her body reacting to his simple smile. She quickly looked down at her computer, trying to hide her blushing face, but she was also wondering why he had been so distant. She knew they had to play it coy, but surely the nudes she sent him, the naughty weekend they had shared, surely, she deserved more than a simple smile.

She felt hurt. She waited for him to approach, to say something, anything. But he didn't. He just sat down at his desk, booted up his computer, and started his day like nothing had happened.

Ruth felt a pang of anger mixed with hurt. She had given him so much, and he didn't even have the decency to acknowledge it. She felt like just a plaything for him to enjoy and toss aside, although she had loved it. She looked over at him; she felt a strong urge to march over there and demand an explanation, an apology. But she didn't. She knew she couldn't. She had to play it cool, and act just like nothing had happened.

She tried to focus on her work, but her mind was racing.

Just as she was about to give up and go talk to him, her work line rang, the screen flashing with an unknown number. She quickly picked it up, her heart pounding in her chest, praying it was Reg.

"Hello, Ruth Bath," she answered, her voice distant.

"Is this Ruth? Ruth, who sent me all those dirty nudes?" a voice replied.

"Reg?" Ruth asked, not able to contain her excitement; she stole a glance at him and smiled before turning back around.

"Just checking in to see how you're doing this morning, beautiful," Reg replied, his voice low and husky.

Ruth's heart fluttered at the endearment; she felt a blush creep up her cheeks. She looked around the office, making sure no one was within earshot, before lowering her voice.

"I'm fine, just a bit disappointed you didn't check me out when you came in," she said, trying to keep her tone light and playful despite the sting of his earlier dismissal.

Reg chuckled softly, "I did check you out, trust me. Those tits in that outfit."

It made Ruth feel warm knowing that he appreciated the view. "I wore what we agreed."

Reg chuckled; his voice was low and deep. "I see that, and did you forget your panties like you said you would?"

"Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Reg's voice dropped to a growl, "Ruth. I guess you will need to prove it."

"How? Are you going to call me over to your desk for a panty inspection?" Ruth teased.

"I'd love to, but I'm not about to risk getting caught groping your pussy in the office. Why don't you toddle that lovely ass into the kitchen and make us some coffee?" Reg's voice was laced with authority, elevating Ruth's pulse. "When it's ready and I come in, if it's just us, maybe you could lift the front of your skirt up, just a little, enough for me to see if my favourite pussy is pantyless, for your favourite pussy inspector." Reg laughed.

As Ruth hung up, she could feel the heat and wetness between her legs. She stood up from her desk and walked towards the kitchen, her hips swaying with each step. She knew Reg was watching her and hoped her actions were not drawing the attention of anyone else in the office.

Her hands trembling slightly with anticipation, she poured the two mugs of coffee, setting one down on the counter for Reg; the other she picked up and held towards her ample cleavage, her lower back resting against the counter, and waited, facing the doorway.

The coffee was still too hot to drink, but the warmth felt good on her breasts, warming her through the thin material of the blouse and the lace of her bra.

Ruth's heart pounded in her chest when she saw Reg stepping inside with a grin on his face. His eyes scanned the room, quickly confirming they were alone, and his grin widened.

"Well, well, look what we have here," Reg said, his voice low and husky as he approached Ruth. Lifting the mug on the counter, his eyes never left her. "You look positively fuckable," he teased, his hand reaching out to tuck a stray lock of hair behind her ear.

He circled her like a predator, his gaze drinking her in. He stepped back in case anyone came in.

Ruth's eyes moved to the doorway behind Reg before her hand trailed down to the hem of her short skirt.

With a slow, deliberate movement, she lifted the front of her skirt, her fingers gripping the fabric and holding it high, exposing herself. She looked at Reg with a playful smirk, her voice low and teasing, "Ready for pussy inspection, inspector?"

Reg's eyes widened slightly. He let out a low whistle, his grin growing even wider. "Well, I guess you were good to your word, weren't you?" he said.

Ruth dared to hold the skirt up a second longer before letting it fall back into place, covering her modesty. "Well, I guess one of us is good to our word." She teased.

Reg's hands moved to her, his fingertips on her thighs.

Ruth gasped.

"Well, I guess I owe you a grope then," Reg said as his fingers ran up the inside of her thigh, up under her skirt, brushing along the edge of her pussy lips. "You are wet," he said as he stepped back, just in time for two women coming into the space.

Ruth was delighted that they seemed none the wiser as Reg headed back to his desk.

She was going to have to wait a little longer for her reward. She made her way back to her desk, heart pounding and pussy throbbing. She couldn't wait for lunchtime.

The day dragged on; Ruth's mind was filled with images of Reg's cock, of his hands on her, of his tongue in her. She was barely able to focus on her work. She caught him stealing glances at her, her short skirt giving him a glimpse of her thighs, her blouse showing off the swell of her breasts.

Finally, right before lunch, Ruth picked up her work phone; she called him.

"Is this the pussy inspector?" She whispered.

"Indeed, it is," Reg replied.

"I was thinking of going underwear shopping at lunch, and I was just wondering if you wanted to come," Ruth asked.