The following day at work things carried on as normal, except for the flashes of Jill’s navy blue stocking tops as her skirt persistently rode up when I entered her office; or the way she was always forced to lean over for something in my presence, allowing me a generous glimpse inside her blouse.
That afternoon my boss was flying out on a business trip that would take him away for at least a week, which suggested that the timing of the previous night’s events had obviously been very carefully planned.
When I returned