“Kerrie,” he said. “I hope you know what you are doing Skyping me in a bikini.”“Oh,” I answered, acting as innocent as I could, “am I be...ng a little arousing?”“A little,” Tom laughed. “How about a lot, you sexy one!”I had him! But I teased a little more.“Sorry,” I responded. “I’ll go get a cover up.” And, then after a pause, “unless you’d like me to take the top off?”Tom was silent. Slowly I reached round and undid the bikini top. Coquettishly, I held it in place and then let it fall. Slowly I. A few days later, a workman was doing some work off to the right, out of my view. She was talking to him as he was working. My eyes were drilling her pumps, stockings. Her back was to him, and she twisted around, spreading her legs a bit... As she did, I could see her very high arch and toe cleavage. My desk was between her and me. My eyes were searching for her garter snaps which were under her skirt. I buzzed her, and asked if she could look for some files in my office as I was "busy" with. Just how far was she planning to go with this? Her hands unzipped her skirt, just slightly, just enough for her to hula to the melody and make her skirt slide down her legs. She kicked the skirt onto my face. By the time I had removed it, she was right in front of me, now wearing only a matching pair of black and red underwear, edged with delicate lace. She reached into my lap, grabbed the bowl from me, and pulled it away.With the bowl in her hands, she moved it around her body, first. "Hurry up and do it," she ground out between gritted teeth. She pulled her notebook out of her purse and made a big production of writing down his name and the phone number that would get her in touch with his supervisor.Now she was waiting for him to bring the car around. He had been back there for five minutes and she was sure he was spitting on her seat or draining the water out of the radiator, or something else that would cause her problems.She glanced at her watch. It was a half an hour.