An Oak Desk and A Tiny Skirt - Sex Stories

An Oak Desk and A Tiny Skirt

... she considered the choice of clothing she’d made. Having been quite sleepy still and perhaps subconsciously influenced by Haniyah's morning session with that mysterious guy, she had ended up throwing on a dark green plaid skirt and blouse that perhaps were not the best choice. She did up a couple of the buttons on her blouse to make it a bit more acceptable, but the skirt was still very short and didn’t actually cover up much of her upper thighs at all. She briefly considered dashing home to change, but decided against it after looking at the time on her phone and realising that she wouldn’t be able to do so without being late. As long as I cross my legs and don’t bend over he won’t see a thing, she reassured herself. Ten minutes later she arrived onto her campus, an expanse of old red brick buildings and beautiful trees that still enamoured her whenever she set foot there, especially on a crisp, warm spring morning like this one. Being a Saturday there were hardly any students around as there were on weekdays, with only a couple of staff members flitting between buildings clutching armfuls of books and mugs of coffee. Katie began to feel slightly disconcerted as she climbed the stairs to the top floor of the English building. What if he didn’t like her work? What if he made a comment about her unacceptable clothing? None of this was aided by the fact that she was slightly out of breath and flustered by the time she had made it to the 6th floor, and she would have liked to ...

... take a few minutes to compose herself before going to see Viggo, but as she was already a few minutes late she decided she should go in straight away. Viggo’s office was the last one on the corridor to the left, and she wrapped her fist lightly against the heavy oak frame twice to signal she was there. ‘Come in’, said a voice from the other side of the door. His voice had the same oaky texture as the door, deep and resonant but simultaneously smooth and assured. ‘Hey’, Katie chirped nervously as she shut the door behind her. ‘Hello Katie,’ Viggo replied while he rifled through some papers on his desk, ‘take a seat’. He gestured towards the empty, black leather chair opposite him without looking up at her at all as he searched for what Katie assumed was her essay, having emailed it to him the night before. Katie did as he said and sat down, making sure to do so in a way in which she wouldn’t highlight how short her skirt was, although this didn’t prove an easy task. The chair was a couple of feet away from the his desk so she couldn’t hide her legs under it as she had hoped she might be able to. She felt rather exposed in the large office and this was reflected in her body language as she wrapped her arms around her torso nervously. Viggo’s office was quite impressive though, Katie thought to herself. Everything about it was sophisticated but vintage and rugged as well. He sat behind a large, dark wooden desk and the chairs they were both sitting on were made of old, crumpled ...