They worked for the next ten minutes or so, referring to their notes and discussing Sweeney’s statements. Cary found himself sweating, and didn’t know if it was from the heat or from the excitement he was feeling as he looked across at Alicia—those dark exotic eyes of hers, that pretty face, and those breathtaking CSLs that had been so perfectly on display during that provocative banana-eating spectacle. He’d never seen anyone with such perfect cock-sucking lips as hers. He felt like he could just stare at her all day. He would have loved to just whip out his cock and jerk it off right there, his eyes focusing on that sexy face of hers. He tried to concentrate on the work, but the heat was really getting to him.
“Oh man, this is pretty bad,” he said, fanning himself with his hand. “Do you mind if I take off my jacket?”
This is exactly what Alicia had been waiting for. It was expected that the firm’s employees dress appropriately as much as possible in the office—the tone being set by the senior partners, Will Gardner and Diane Lockhart. Everyone followed the unwritten policy, and it was rare to see one of the male lawyers without their suit jacket on.
“No…no, go ahead,” Alicia replied. Cary slipped his jacket off, draped it over the back of his chair, and then loosened his tie even further. Once he had turned back around and picked up his pen, Alicia continued, knowing she had his attention. “You know, you’re right—it is pretty hot, I think I might join you.”
Alicia stood up, and then slowly ran her fingers up the front of her blazer until she encountered the next button down from the previous two she’d opened at her neck. Cary was mesmerized as he watched those slender fingers work on the button, the brilliant red nail polish on her fingers glistening in the warm office light. She opened the button, and then gracefully let her fingers trace down the front of the jacket to the next one. Cary gulped as he watched her hand slowly, teasingly, undo the large black button. The jacket was gaping open now as her fingers trailed provocatively down the jacket to the final button. She took her time, slowly manipulating the last one between her slender fingers until it slid open. Cary watched as if hypnotized, her delicate hands taking hold of each side of the jacket and drawing it open, her body facing directly towards him. She paused for a second holding the jacket panels wide open, her dainty white camisole blatantly on display, the shiny satin clinging invitingly to her mature breasts.
When she’d gone to the ladies room a short time ago, she’d gone into one of the stalls, stripped off her jacket and camisole, and then removed her bra. Stuffing her bra into her purse, she’d put her white camisole back on, tucking it tightly into the waistband of her skirt so it clung daringly to her breasts. She’d chosen that specific camisole this morning with this scenario in mind. She’d had a little laundry mishap a month or so ago, the camisole shrinking to the point where it now fit her like a second skin. It was beautifully adorned with a lacy border at the top, accented by a tiny satin bow in the middle and two slim shiny ribbons for shoulder straps. It was so pretty that she just couldn’t bring herself to throw it out, even though it no longer fit her the way it should. So she’d stuffed it back in her drawer, wondering if an appropriate time might come when she could wear it again. And as she’d thought about what she had in mind for her meeting with Cary today, she’d opened her drawer and taken it out—knowing this was the perfect time. And so after changing out of her bra in the washroom stall, she’d reached down and ran her fingertips over her pebbly nipples, loving the feeling of the thick rubbery buds coming alive and thrusting enticingly against the cool satin fabric. She’d put her jacket back on, waiting to put her little plan into action.