"Hello, this is Brian in IT. How can I help you?" I asked after picking up the ringing phone. It was only nine in the morning, who had already messed up their computer?
"Hello, Brian," "said lovely voice I immediately recognized.
"Hello Mrs. Miller. What can I do for you today?" Oh man what was it now? This was the fourth time this week she had called with something wrong with her computer. Not that I really minded all that much that I would have to go to her cubicle to fix her computer. First it would get me out of my tiny room that I sat in all alone, as I was the only IT guy here at the branch office of the company I worked for. And two, I quite enjoyed looking at Mrs. Miller even if she was old enough to be my mom. In fact I knew she had two daughters my age. But even so, she had taken care of herself and always dressed up for work with a nice fitting woman's business skirt and jacket.
"Could you come and look at my computer again. I can't get Outlook to open," she said.
"Yes, I'll be right there, Mrs. Miller."
"Oh thank you, you're such a dear."
I hung up and left my office and headed upstairs towards Mrs. Millers cubicle. I always liked getting out if my little room even if it was to fix stupid little problems that most people could have done themselves. It was a nice excuse to be able to talk, rather see people. I wasn't much good at the talking part. I had always found it hard, never knowing what to say. Though if someone was talking to me I could usually answer, it was extremely daunting to go up to a random person and start up a conversation. For that matter I found it hard to talk to people I knew.
I got to Mrs. Millers cubicle and leaned over the edge and peered down at her. She was a beautiful older lady with bright blues eyes. I was sure she dyed her hair, but still the red brown color looked great on her. But even with her motherly manners I still found her to be a bit intimidating.
But the best part of seeing her was that usually she had the top two buttons of her blouse undone and if I looked right sometimes I could see down her shirt and see her rounded bosom being held in place by a fancy bra. And today was no let down. As I looked over the edge of her cubicle I could she right down her shirt and could make out the edge of a black lace bra hiding under her blue blouse.
"Hello, Brian," she said looking up at me and smiling.
"Um. Hi Mrs. Miller." I stuttered, hoping she hadn't caught me looking down her shirt.
"Thanks for coming so quick."
"Sure thing," I replied trying not to let me gaze wander down from her face.
"Do I need to move?"
"Um. No I think you are fine there." I stepped into her cubicle behind her so as not to tempt fate farther. I reached over her and grabbed the mouse. Plus this was I could look down her shirt from behind and as always the view was just as good from behind. Sometimes I just loved my job.
I tried Outlook and like she said it wouldn't open. Then I tried an internet browser to see if the computer was connected to the internet. It wasn't. Nine times out of ten the Ethernet cable had been kicked and knocked out of its plug. Whoever had installed the computer here had done a piss poor job of laying out the wiring. I mean who puts a plug right were someone would kick it. And it would cost too much to have an electrician come and move everything.
"I think I need to look under your desk, Mrs. Miller."
I stepped out of the way to let her back up. She stayed in her chair but scooted backwards. She always wore a skirt that landed just at her knees and black stocking, the kind with a line on the back that ran perfectly up the back of her leg, with a pair of black high heeled pumps to finish it off. And that smooth shiny material always drew my eye. I couldn't help but image that the rest of her legs look as good as the parts I could see. Visions of thigh-high stockings with a black garter belt and black panties filled my eyes.
"Brian?" Mrs. Miller's voice jolted me out of my daydream and I got down on my hands and knees and crawled under the desk. Just as I had thought, the Ethernet plug was knocked loose. I didn't plug it back in yet for a couple reasons. I didn't want it to seem too easy to fix the problem and lose my opportunity to get out of my office, and plus the view from under the desk was sometimes as good as the view from the top.
Out of the corner of my eye I could just make out her left leg as it disappeared under her skirt. I took a quick glance as I didn't want to seem to obvious. I might have imagined it but I thought I might have caught a glimpse of pearly white flesh hidden far up her skirt. I could feel my cock getting hard as I imagined what I might have seen. I fiddled around under the desk hoping to get another glimpse but unfortunately I didn't get one.
After a few minutes I finally plugged the cable back into and backed out from under then desk. I tried the internet and it worked and then tried Outlook and Mrs. Millers emails showed up again.
"Oh you fixed it. Thank you so much," she said.
"You're welcome," I said as I stood up and looked down at her in the chair. I got another quick glance at her cleavage before hurrying back to my office.
I spent a few hours checking up on the network before someone else called me for help. Mrs. Sullivan seemed had the same problem as Mrs. Miller had earlier. Her internet wasn't working and had called me to come fix it.
I got to her cubicle to find Mrs. Sullivan playing on her cell phone. She was maybe in her late thirty's, maybe ten years older than I was. I didn't think she was married or anything, but didn't know for sure either way.
She was wearing a fitted navy knitted sweater dress thing with a low cut V-neck top and a hem that fell to mid-thigh, and to top it all off brown high heeled fuck-me boots. I loved her long blonde hair that fell to her mid back in curls and eyes that looked green in certain light. She didn't have large breasts but I knew certain she had a great ass even though I couldn't see it at the moment.
"Hi, Mrs. Sullivan," I said as I peered over her cubicle wall.
"Oh Brian, you got here quick." She said.
"I aim to please, Mrs. Sullivan."
"I told you to call me Barbra."
"Yes. Mrs. Sullivan."
"Oh Brian, Brian. What am I going to do with you." She smiled. It seemed like she was flirting with me but I never felt all that comfortable around women so wasn't really sure. "Well at the very least come over here and fix my computer."
"Yes, ma'am." I said as I walked into her cubicle and behind her chair. I leaned over her and took hold of her mouse and tried to open a browser. Yup, no internet. I opened the network configuration window and saw it wasn't connected to the internet.
I couldn't help but glance down her open shirt. She didn't have much cleavage going on but I could see her firm round globes framed in the V-neck of her dress. I took a moment to admire what I could see.
"Well looks like I need to get under your computer." I said knowing it was the plug all along.
She scooted back in her chair so I could access under her desk. For the second time today I found myself crawling under a women's desk. As I did I couldn't help but admire the toned thigh of her leg as it was framed by the hem of her skirt and the top of her boot.
I spent a few minutes fiddling with the plugs before turning my head to look back at her. "I think I got it," I said as I found myself looking at a wonderful treat. I couldn't imagine that she knew how her legs were positioned, but for a moment they were spread wide open and I got a nice view of a pair of pink panties framed by her toned thighs. I felt myself get instantly hard as I drank in the sight before me.
I crawled out from under the desk, trying to hide my boner, as she thanked me profusely. As I headed back to my office, I couldn't believe my luck. Today seemed like the perfect day. I had already gotten a great view of two different ladies today. Though I did fell extremely horny now and couldn't wait to get home tonight to play with myself. I had a fetish for up the skirt pictures and had a few dozen favorites on my home computer that I enjoyed. With them and what I had seen today I knew I would have a good time tonight.
Lunch time came and went and I still couldn't get those pink panties out of my mind. It was all I could do not to pull up some porn on my work computer and wipe out my cock right there. I was sure I could get away with bypassing the porn filter and no one would be the wiser. But I didn't like to tempt fate so I restrained myself.
It was close to two in the afternoon when I got my third call of the day. I instantly recognized the bubbly voice on the other end to be Alison, a new girl at the firm who was hired just out of college. She might have been two or three year younger than me. She was an easy going blonde bimbo type. I knew she had to be smarter then she appeared but some days it was too easy to overlook that fact by the way she dressed.
She was the complete opposite of Mrs. Miller, who I had helped earlier in the day. Where Mrs. Miller dressed to up in a business suit, Alison seemed to dress as slutty as she could, with very revealing tops that showed tremendous amount of her ample cleavage and as short skirts as she could get away with and always five inch heels.
She was a guy's wet dream come to life in the office. Somedays I just couldn't believe how she got away with wearing as little as possible. I always looked forward to running across her during my day as she was wonderful to look at.
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