The room was crowded, and the meeting was long and boring. I reclined in my chair and looked around the room. Most of my coworkers were seated at the long conference table along with me. There weren’t enough seats, so anyone who showed up too late to sit were standing around the perimeter of the conference room. A few had hopped up on the counter running the length of one wall.
As my eyes scanned across, I realized that I was looking straight up Tricia’s dress. She was wearing an orange sundress that ended above her knees. Her legs were just barely parted, and I couldn’t quite see anything, but I couldn’t help trying. As if she sensed me looking, she suddenly crossed her legs, and I looked away, continuing my sweep around the room, though I was no longer really looking.
As our boss droned on, my attention kept drifting back to her legs. I was praying she would shift, or cross her legs the other way, and I would catch a glimpse. For what seemed like an eternity, I kept stealing quick glances to my left… and it was perhaps inevitable I would get caught.
As I glanced over one more time, I realized she was looking straight at me. Quickly, guiltily, I met her eyes, expecting anger. Instead, I found an amused look on her face, and then she slowly, deliberately, uncrossed her legs. For a moment, before she recrossed them, her legs spread a bit wider than she needed to, and I saw all the way up her thighs to a pair of black mesh panties.
I felt an immediate surge between my legs, and then the moment was over, as quickly as it had begun. Her eyes were back on our boss, her legs crossed as through nothing had happened. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat and tried to focus.