Closes the door

A wicked idea ran into Hannah's mind, an idea born as much from the promise of thrills as from any feelings of arousal. With the door to the office wide open she hiked up her skirt, pulled down her underwear and with an ear to ear grin held the warm black fabric up by a finger tip. A small flick sent them tumbling onto the desk top.

The hallway was still empty and she wanted more thrills.

Hannah sat in the chair to remove her skirt without standing. It hit the ground and left her sitting bottomless in an open office. She spread her legs under the desk for no one to see and felt a small rush, but it wasn't enough. She could feel her heart beating harder as she stood up, the thumping in her ears became almost deafening as she slowly paced around the desk to stand again in front of the open door. At any moment someone could step from their office and see her state of undress. She absentmindedly began undoing the buttons of her blouse, working her way down her chest and pulling the fabric to her sides. The shear cups of her bra did nothing to hide her nipples, the light pink flesh contrasted the black fabric and left them clearly visible from a distance.

Her trance was broken by the clicking of a door handle. One of the stations administrators stepped from their office into the empty hall. Hannah had jumped to the side and held her breath as the sound of footsteps cut through the heartbeat in her ears. Then there came a ding, the elevator had arrived. She peeked around the corner to see an empty hall and the closing doors of the lift. With a sigh of relief the bottomless woman gently closed the door to the empty office and walked back to the desk. She slumped into the chair, closed her eyes and tried to calm herself.

A few minutes later they opened again to look out at the city, she had spun the chair around and now faced the window with her legs spread apart. Whatever progress she made in her attempt to settle down was undone at the sight before her. There was no calm in her mind, only the desire for more thrills. With renewed vigor the young woman stripped herself of her remaining clothes and stashed them under the desk. She stood before the window in nothing but her two inch heels and nylon stockings.

Hannah smiled and jumped. Then jumped again, then continued to bounce and play with her tits in full view of the city. She leaned forward to press her chest against the glass, the cold surface brought her nipples to attention. Her smile grew as she spun around, pulled her bubbly cheeks apart and pressed her rear against the transparent barrier.

It was thrilling, but not as much as standing in full view of the hallway. The young woman walked around the desk to approach the door. The sound of speech grew on the other side and her eyes went wide as she realized she hadn't locked it.