After a short walk, I arrived at work from my ordeal on the bus, determined not to let it affect my 1st day in my new job. I checked in at the reception desk. There was an older gentleman there manning the desk.
“Ah, it’s your 1st day, miss,” he said, as he passed me a floor plan with directions of where I needed to go. His sweaty hand lingered over mine as he let go of the map. Then he said “I think I saw you on the number seven bus this morning. I was seated near you.”
I replied sweetly, “Yes, that’s right. I was on the number seven bus, but standing.”
“In that case, wait miss!” he said in a firm voice, “I best point you in the right direction, else you will only get lost.”
He slowly rose from his chair and started to wobble to the other side of the desk. He was moving so slowly, I asked him if he was ok.
He replied, “Yes miss, everything is in working order, but me leg does play up a bit.” Searching in his jacket pocket he added, “Bloody hell! I have forgotten me marker pen.”
He turned around and asked me to help him go back behind the desk for it. I said sure, and was about to offer him my hand. Before I could say anything he had put his hand around my waist, so I slowly walked behind the desk with his arm and hand firmly around my waist.
“Now, where’s my marker pen.” He said to himself. “Oh, I know! It’s on the bottom shelf.”
As he bent down to the bottom shelf, I felt his hand slide from my waist down over my arse, which was covered with a tight black pencil skirt split at the rear, settling onto my stocking clad thigh.
“Mmm.” he murmured, “I know it’s down here somewhere.”
I could hear him rummaging in a box on the shelf, but his hand remained firmly on my thigh, at the top of my stockings. “There it is, miss!” he said, “Thank god! I was getting stiff down here!”
Smiling at his little joke, he slowly stood up, his hand sliding up under my skirt and up onto my thong. He whispered in my ear, “I think I have found what I’m looking for.” He added in a firm voice, “Open the map and concentrate on it.