Chapter 175: Secret Valentine

The only even remotely interesting tidbit that came out of Monday morning's intra-office meeting was the announcement of the "Secret Valentine" gift exchange. Not unlike a "Secret Santa" gift exchange, willing participants would opt in by putting their name into a basket by the elevator. Friday, participants would draw to determine their Valentine and spend the following week secretly giving them small gifts with a suggested maximum value of $20.

Kim is a physically fit, attractive 26-year old businesswoman who did her work from one of the 100 or so cubicles in her office. She, like so many of her anonymous co-workers, jumped at the distraction offered by the "Secret Valentine" exchange and the basket swelled with names by mid-week.

Just before the close of business on Friday afternoon, the office staff were called together to draw their "Secret Valentines." On Kim's turn she reached into the basket, hoping not to draw one of the office geeks who so often paraded by her cubicle, staring in with every chance they got. She was not prepared for, and had not even considered, that the name she drew might be her office crush.

Kim read and re-read Eric's name on her paper and felt the warmth of her face as it flushed with embarrassment. Eric was older than her, in his mid 40s, but the flecks of gray only added to his distinguished sex appeal. He was tall and well built with dark mysterious features and portrayed irresistible confidence. What complicated her crush, and also likely added to its appeal, was that Eric was her boss, boldly separated from the cubicle workers like herself with a real office, door and view of the outside world. Any relationship with him was strictly forbidden.

The implications of what should be a simple gift exchange dominated her thoughts in the elevator, the cab ride home and even while changing for her daily run. Kim did her best thinking while running, and as the miles of sidewalk and bike trails raced under her feet she realized that this situation offered her a great opportunity. Returning home, she was determined to use the Secret Valentine exchange to unveil her hidden and forbidden desires to Eric. It wouldn't be easy, but she believed she could maintain her anonymity, test his interest and do so without the risk of losing her job.

Kim spent the weekend carefully planning the smallest details of her plan and when Monday morning came, although she was anxious, she felt prepared. Kim left for the office early and put her gift into the intra-office mail system and avoided risking anyone being able to tie her to her gift. After dropping her gift, she went for breakfast at a local trendy coffee shop and was back into work at her normal time.

To say that Kim was seriously distracted that morning would be an understatement. She watched with great anticipation as the mid-morning office mail was delivered and paid particular attention when Eric received his mail, which of course included her package. She knew the contents of her gift and that the future of her entire plan hinged on a single, simple response. When Eric opened the small gift box he would find a note which read:

The forbidden fire I hold for you deep between my thighs

Has forced me to Lust for you away from watchful eyes

So you touch my mind as I touch myself under covers late at night

Each day this week, piece by piece I'll be exposed to your lusting sight

Just below the dark red lipstick kiss used as the signature was a postscript reading: to see me exposed, show your interest by taping a red heart to your office door and I'll know to continue. If this or my future gifts get too hot for you, simply take the heart down.

Kim tried not to watch Eric's door for the sign, but without success. Through lunch and even when she left for her afternoon break his door was still void of any heart. In her mind she beat herself up, thinking he must be married or she had crossed the line of professionalism and that not only may he not be interested, he could be offended. Angry at herself and feeling defeated she walked back to her cubicle, head hanging low. Then, with one last desperate glance at his office, she saw it, a small heart taped to the corner of his door. She probably stared too long, but had to be sure it was his office and not one of the other managers.

If the morning anticipation hadn't been enough, the added excitement and growing tingling between her thighs made the rest of her afternoon go by slowly. Her normal after work routine included a run, shower, dinner and a book before bed. This week her book time would be replaced with preparation for the following day's gift.

Tuesday she repeated her morning routine with an early drop off, coffee shop breakfast and almost unbearable anticipation of Eric's opening of her gift.

Eric opened the second box and inside found a black, lace-trimmed see through bra, an 8x10 photograph and another note. The photo was a close up of Kim's chest peeling away the bra Eric now held in his hand. Her bronzed skin and fully perky breasts were exotic. One nipple, stiffened with excitement and ringed by a dark, ? dollar-sized areola, peeked out from under the sexy, transparent material while the other strained against the material.

This bra I wore to barely hide

My hardened nipples trapped inside

Turning you on excites me too

Want more from me and I of you

Again the note was signed with a lipstick kiss, but Eric noticed that the lips were a bit more open than the first one. The postscript on the second note suggested that if he liked where this was going he should let her know by putting a bigger heart on his door. Kim didn't have to wait long to see that she was indeed getting through to Eric. Within minutes of the mail being delivered the small heart on his door was replaced by one 3 times its size.

Neither her after work nor her morning routine changed, although the anticipation and the awareness of the warm, electric, wetness between her legs was growing with each passing hour.

It was obvious that Eric now shared Kim's anticipation of the morning mail. He spent the morning prior to the mail pacing the isles between the cubicles making small chat with some of the women. Kim suspected, correctly so, that Eric was trying to figure out his Secret Valentine so she was careful to be avoid him with strategically planned trips to the ladies or copy room.

Eric approached the morning mail cart as soon as it came off the elevator and almost ran back to the privacy of his office. Kim imagined him opening his gift which included another note, matching panties to yesterday's bra and another 8x10 photo.

Wednesday's photo showed Kim from her shoulders to the back of her knees, quartering away, back slightly arched, bent over, leaning slightly forward. Her hands had peeled the transparent black panties just past the half way point of her small, tight ass. Though partially hidden by shadows, Eric could also make out the side of Kim's left breast, accented with a nipple screaming for attention. Kim had been careful to make sure her hair was not in the picture as she didn't want to shorten Eric's list of suspects too soon.