MORE... surprises and changes (Part 138f)

MORE... surprises and changes (Part 138f)

I will admit that I’d been avoiding Gina since our meeting at the bowling alley. Bret noted that she seemed quite subdued and not as ‘bouncy“ as usual. I knew that by meeting with her at the bowling alley as I had was a bit risky so I hadn’t said anything to him about it. I really didn’t have a plan for her and was hoping that something would happen that would end up being a solution. As also mentioned a time or two before, Bret, although married, definitely had a ’thing’ about Gina and I’d catch him staring at her from time to time. When I did I’d follow his gaze to see if there might just be something really interesting. It had been a while since I’d been fortunate enough to catch a peek at her panties so there was always that hope. As mentioned, with the excessive heat many of the women had chosen shorter dresses and skirts as well as more revealing blouses and tops. Gina, although not overly endowed, was wearing a sleeveless blouse which buttoned just to her bra. When she’d bend over to retrieve a signature card it was an eye catching sight and I could appreciate Bret’s interest. So, it turned out to be a complete surprise when I happened to look down the teller line and watched her slide off her seat and see her skirt hem get caught on it. It should’ve released right away but, a rough edge of the vinyl binding had caught and wouldn’t let go. Bret also witnessed it and made straight for her window. Letitia was somewhat blocking my view but when I stood up I watched Bret lift the skirt off the seat and as he did, it exposed about half her backside.

I’d witnessed a few panty peeks from Gina and most showed her wearing bikini panties. There was one time though, where she definitely had on a pair of full briefs and from my purview it sure looked like it on this day. It didn’t make sense what with most everyone wearing as little as possible. When Bret returned to his desk he was all hot and bothered and I let him have it, teasing him about getting ‘up close and personal' with her. He took it well and after a minute said the view wasn’t all that good... she had her period... and that pretty much explained the full brief panties.

By mid afternoon the air conditioning was back but it didn’t help all that much. Everything in the bank had gotten very warm over the few days when it wasn’t working. If you walked in front of a vent you could feel the air was cooler but anything you touched was at least 80+ degrees so there was still some complaining. Hobie had left early for some reason which basically put me in charge. Lobby traffic had been slow and the tellers were in proof by 3:45pm so I told them they were free to go. How to be an instant hero! I was at the entrance to the work area when I called out the news and as soon as I did they all, almost in unison, squatted down to get their personal things from the bottom draw of their teller station. You do know that squatting and short hems do add up to some potential peeks... right? Unfortunately for me it was Letitia that blocked my view of Janet who was down for a fairly long time. I finally got a clear shot just as she made the effort to stand up... and I was too late.

Laura hadn’t come in to work and the word from Trish was that she’d been dehydrated. She said she’d stopped to see her before coming to work and had gone over during her lunch break. She reported that the color had returned to her face and she was definitely feeling better. She really wasn’t missing much at work as all the departmental audits were up to date. However, just talking about her reminded me of what I’d witnessed the prior afternoon and I still felt a bit guilty. Being a casual voyeur has benefits but sometimes you don’t want to ‘cross over the line’. I’d done as she’d asked and it benefited her but had also benefited me, but in a different way. I wondered what it would be like when our paths crossed the next day she came to work.

Netta, the switchboard operator had volunteered to stay and answer the phones and I volunteered to stay to answer any inquiries concerning the banking floor. As it approached 5pm I decided to go chat with her for a bit. I always used the stairs because, in my mind, the elevator we had was the slowest one in the world. I’d proven a number of times  that I could walk, at my normal pace, and beat it. But, another benefit of walking was that, on occasion, I'd get an upskirt from Netta. One late afternoon I watched her undo her stockings from her garter belt. It was a nice show!. But on this afternoon, with no one around on the second floor, she was in her own little world. The stairs made a 180 degree turn right at the top so it was possible to see Netta before she could see me. Slowing down just at the turn I saw her hand up her skirt and she had her eyes closed. I have to admit that it was the first time I’d ever seen a female masturbating. I’d also have to admit that I was ‘hard’ in a nano second. I watched as she kind of ooched around in her chair. In today’s world I would’ve had my iPhone out and made a video, for sure. I was discrete though, and retreated after about a minute. Halfway down the stairs I called back up to her and, jokingly, asked if she was still awake. I didn’t get an immediate response so called again and got a weak reply. I was smiling when I did.

We walked out together and as she crossed the street I wondered just how wet her panties were. I’d heard one of Elle’s sorority sisters telling another girl that she’d get so wet when she did ”it“ that it was almost like she’d wet her pants. I remembered that but it was something I’d never discussed with Elle. To my knowledge, she never masturbated. When I did it was usually into her wet panties when she wasn’t in the mood for all out sex. Here I was, 30 years old, and there was still a LOT I didn’t know about sex and women.

To be continued...