Message-ID: <6303eli$9802201609@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: Chip Clark <chipc@netscape.com> Subject: Warm Day (MF) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: chipc@netscape.com Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <34EDB1D4.44200B9D@netscape.com> Summer had not yet arrived, but the air conditioning had already kicked in and not very well. The bright sunlight streaming thru the windows, along with all the computer equipment, had really turned up the heat. Everyone who could leave for lunch did. It was just too nice a day to be inside and inside was pure hell. Unfortunately, I didn't have an option. The report I was working on was a day late and my boss was turning up her own brand of heat, checking on my progress every half hour. This didn't make the report finish faster, but it fed her control fetish. But, come lunchtime she went with a few of her favorites to eat in the sunshine. I was left to continue work and sweat over my keyboard. A was supposed to eat lunch with a friend but I'd completely forgotten about it. When he arrived, I had to apologized profusely and beg off for another day. If I went to lunch now, my boss would fry my ass. Given the weather and the overwork load I was already experiencing, this was not a prospect I wanted to try. My friend understood and even offered to bring lunch back. I suggested he just pick up something from the lunch truck and we could eat at my desk. Not quite the nicest scenery, but the company was good. When he returned, he was carrying two large sandwiches, a bag of chips, four cans of ice cold soda and a bottle of water. I grabbed for the water and immediately pressed down a good third of it in one swallow. "Thirsty are we?"he asked. "Sorry. It's just so damn hot."I said as I started to raise the bottle for another drink. He grabbed the bottom of the bottle in an attempt to stop me from drinking it all. However, he succeeded in keeping the bottle from reaching my lips as the first swallow went down the front of my shirt. "Geez, is that cold"I screamed. "Sorry about that. I was just trying..." "I know what you were trying to do. And that's alright. It feels good." And it did. The cold water quickly soaked thru my knit blouse. For the first time in nearly two hours I actually wasn't too hot. The water felt so good I decided to take another shot and began pouring another splash down my front. "Ah, you'd better not." my friend began."Your shirt goes a bit see thru when it's wet."His face began to turn beat red as he stared at my bra showing thru the wet blouse. "Opps. I guess I better not let the boss see me this way." "Oh, I don't know. He might give you a raise." "He's a she and I don't think so." "I would. But that's just me." "Thanks for the compliment, but can you find me some towels?"I pointed him in the direction of the bathrooms and off he went. While he was gone and with no one else in the office, I wondered since the cold water on the blouse was such a good experience - what would icy cold panties feel like? I reached under my skirt and pulled the panties down to my knees and gave them a quick dousing of water, pulled them back up and sighed in relief. It was just about this time my friend returned and I shot down into my chair out of surprise. "Here are some paper towels. They should help."I grabbed the paper towels and began wiping my blouse. Meanwhile, my friend tried to setup lunch on my desk. My chair was in the way so I stood up to move and there on my chair was a big wet spot. "Gee" my friend noticed."I didn't know I had that affect on you." It was my turn to blush."Actually, I was feeling hot..." "I can tell. That's OK. Really."He had this smirk on his face that just wouldn't quit. And there was nothing I could say that could change it. The blush I was sporting on my face only added fuel to the fire. "Just shut up and eat." "Sure. What?"He said as he looked down at my chair. ----------------------- God, I couldn't believe this. Work was piling up, the office was an absolute oven and now I was being distracted by an undersexed comedian. "Very funny" I chimed with a sense of disgust trying to get myself back in a work mode. "I'm serious. You just sat on the sandwiches I brought." In the embarrassment of the moment I had sat back against the desk and smashed the sandwiches. Damn this day anyway. "Here let me wipe that off." he said as he turned me around and began wiping the crumbs and stray bits of lettuce off my skirt. I was mortified, no angry, no more exasperated at the situation. I couldn't believe I was standing there having my friend wipe bread crumbs off my ass. "I don't think the mayonnaise is going to come of without water." And with that he grabbed the water bottle and poured a little on to the seat of my dress. It immediately soaked thru. "Hey, what are you doing?" I said as the cold water came in contact with my skin. "I'm trying to clean you up. Now stop moving around." "Don't get me all wet. I still have to work the rest of the day." "Too late; you already did that. Remember, the chair?" Shit! This was so embarrassing. "I'm sorry. You came all the way over her to have lunch and I've ruined it." "No, not at all. Gee, I've been wanting to play with your ass for months and now I have a legitimate excuse." And with that he took his hand up my skirt and tweaked my cheek. "Hey." "Just trying to get the mayonnaise and I have to apply pressure." The cleaning of my dress seemed to take forever. But the longer I stood there the more relaxed I became. Work didn't seem so important and the companionship of a friend was nice. "There," he said as he pulled his hand out from beneath my skirt. "Done." "Is it all clean?" I said as I tried to look around at my backside. Something I've never been able to do with much success but I tried it anyway. "Yea, you're fine." "Why, thank you. You like the wet look?" I said in a southern drawl as I twisted back and forth tossing the skirt about. "It looks good on you. Especially your shirt." My shirt had dried and returned to its normal opaque state. "Opps," I said with a giggle, "Why, my shirt is dry and I'll just have to do something about that." And I grabbled for the bottle. "Hey, that's the last of the water," he said as he went for the bottle as well. We grappled for a brief moment and up shot the bottle, upside down and out came the water all over his jeans. "Great, now I look like I've had an accident" "Either that or a heavy load." "Nobody's that heavy." He said trying to uselessly wipe the water off. "Hey, let me do that. After all, you wiped me off." And for some unknown reason I reached out and started to rub my hand down the front of his pants. I knew exactly where I was rubbing and didn't flinch. -- Chip Clark -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us |