The Return of Carolyn Lord: Part Three
Upon their return to the office, a strangely satisfied
Carolyn was left alone to happily settle into her new
job. She occupied the anteroom to Mrs. Stevens' much
larger office, but, small as it was, it was all hers to
organize and decorate as she liked. It was her first
office and she resolved to do it and her new employer
justice.
She found that Mrs. Stevens had obtained all new
furniture, the latest in office equipment, and even some
appliances and decorations. Carolyn checked the invoices
for everything, and was surprised to find them with the
same date Carolyn had returned Mrs. Stevens' call to
indicate her interest in the position of the woman's
executive secretary.
"This is interesting," Carolyn said. She wasn't even
an employee yet, but Mrs. Stevens had placed an order for
all of this equipment for her to use anyway.
Carolyn was a little surprised at the timing of the
order, but decided that the woman must truly value her
services, to be putting her company through such trouble
expense just for her own secretary.
"Wow! What an employer!" Carolyn thought happily.
Carolyn soon became completely immersed in the process
of sorting and organizing the many files, ordering
consumable supplies for her desk, reviewing company phone
directories, getting her own on-line account for the
company's computer network, and all the innumerable
other things now required of her, so that she would be
able to start functioning as soon as possible.
The company, she discovered in the employee handbook,
was extremely computer-oriented, and tried to keep the
use of paper down to a minimum. She looked for a moment
at the stacks of files and folders she had yet to sort
piled in front of the large file cabinet.
"Right," she said.
It seemed to her that everything (forms, messages,
notes, memos, conferences) but everything was electronic,
with an extensive back-up program to prevent the loss of
any data. She found it most impressive, provided of
course, that it all worked as advertised.
What she didn't like was that, starting tomorrow, she
had to attend four days of mandatory evening classes for
computer orientation.
"Phooey," she said as she looked through the company's
software user's guide. "I could pick this stuff up on my
own in no time at all. What a waste!"
But, as she was still the new girl in the neighborhood,
she decided it would be for the best if she kept everyone
happy and just did what was required of her. For now,
anyway.
In spite of a busy schedule, Mrs. Stevens would never
leave her alone for very long. She would casually drop
in on her from time to time, to see how she was getting
along. Carolyn still wondered why she had felt so
strongly against this kind and considerate woman, when
they had first briefly met at her old law firm.
Today Mrs. Stevens seemed to be deliberately going out
of her way to help her, which made Carolyn like her all the
more. In her isolated life, she was not used to the kindness
of strangers.
Once, when she was standing on a chair in her stocking
feet, trying to hang a planter from the ceiling, Mrs.
Stevens was kind enough to hold her by the hips so that
she wouldn't fall. Of course, in the excitement of the
installation her boss' hands kept slipping, and more than
once moved completely over the tight material covering an
embarrassed Carolyn's jutting buttocks. She had her
hands full with the planter and there wasn't anything she
could do about it anyway without making a scene.
Besides, Carolyn knew it was just an accident which could
have happened to anyone.
Another time, Carolyn was putting up a status board
and her employer came right up behind her, and without
even having to be asked, helped her hold the large frame.
Carolyn was impressed that she did this selfless act
without even minding she had to press her body fully
against her secretary's in order to help her.
Carolyn knew that employers like that didn't come
along every day.
It was 3:30pm, and Miss Carolyn Lord surveyed her new
domain with satisfaction. It had taken her all
afternoon, but she finally felt moved in and ready for
business.
There was only one thing left to do, find a plug for her
new instant coffee maker and mug warmer.
She couldn't use her desk outlets for them, because
such heavy users of electrical current had a habit of
causing all sorts of computer problems when used on the
same power strip as a PC. No, they needed an outlet of
their own. The trouble was, there didn't seem to be one.
Carolyn carefully inspected the room, trying to think
of all the most inconvenient places an electrical outlet
might be located. Her gaze finally came to rest on the
file cabinet located across the room. It was four wide
drawers across and six drawers tall. It was huge.
"Perfect!" she said to herself. "Where else would it
be, but behind there?"
Gathering up her appliances, Carolyn took them over to
the cabinet.
"We must get a table for these," she muttered as she
stretched to place everything on top of the cabinet, as
close to the wall as possible.
She walked around to the side and, sure enough, in the
darkness behind the metal cabinet, she could just make
out the faint shape of a wall outlet right there in the
center.
"Got you," she said to the outlet. Now, all she had
to do was reach it. It was a very narrow space between
the wall and the cabinet, but Carolyn was sure she could
do it.
She went around to the front again and made sure the
plugs to her appliances were hanging over the top, where
she could get to them from the back. She then took off
her suit jacket and hung it carefully on the back of a
near-by chair. No point it getting it dirty and loosing
even more buttons. Who knew what was behind there?
After going around to the side again, she inspected
where her plugs were hanging and where she had to go for
the outlet one last time. "This should take about one
minute," she thought. Carolyn took a deep breath, then
let it out. She was ready!
Carolyn slowly slid her head and shoulders into the
confined area behind the cabinet. She found immediately
that it was much more narrow then she had at first
thought. Her breasts were pressed against the cold metal
back of the cabinet. She found she could still move
though, and so she continued to slide toward the hanging
plugs.
She was almost within reach of the plugs when she felt
the front of her blouse catch on something. In was far
too narrow for her to use her hands to find out what the
trouble was.
"Damn," she muttered. "Can't anything go right?"
No matter which way she tried to move, she couldn't
free it. Well, she was too close to quit now, so she
kept moving towards the plugs, while her blouse grew
tighter and tighter. "Why won't those damn buttons open
now?" she thought bitterly.
Finally a button popped off, then two more. Her
blouse loosened a bit and she was finally able to reach
the plugs, but she knew that those buttons were lost
forever in the darkness, and she had no spares with her
for later repairs.
Carolyn wondered briefly if she should just give up
caffeine at this point in her life and get the Hell out
of there.
Making sure she had a good grip on the two plugs, she
started sliding down towards where she knew the electrical
outlet should be located. As she slid slowly down the
back of the cabinet, more of her blouse buttons kept
popping. Finally, Carolyn could feel her that blouse had
been pulled out of her skirt's waistband and was now
completely opened. It was still caught on something
above her, but with the blouse now almost off her she
was just able to reach the floor. Her thin bra was now
the only thing between her sensitive breasts and the cold
metal of the cabinet.
Thankfully, after some frantic searching Carolyn's
left hand finally came into contact with the smooth
plastic outlet covering, but it was much, much lower than
she had imagined it.
She transferred the plugs carefully from her right
hand, which was above her, to her left hand located below
her. Now, all she had to do was fit two plugs single-
handed into the outlet and she was done.
It was in a awkward place to begin with, near the
baseboard, directly behind the wide, heavy cabinet.
Carolyn was bent far over at the waist, but couldn't fit
the plugs she was holding into the polarized receptacle
the correct way. It was just too dark back there for her
to see properly. She had been bent over long enough for
the blood to start rushing to her head, but still she
persevered. She just couldn't make them fit. The
easiest thing would have been to simply back out and move
the file cabinet, but she would have to empty it first
and she wasn't about to do that. She had just spent most
of the afternoon filling the damn thing!
So she stayed at it, trying not to get too angry or
too dizzy. She was getting ready for another try when
she felt a pair of now-familiar hands on her hips.
"Oh! Mrs. Stevens? Is that you?" she called.
"Yes, Carolyn. It's me. What on earth are you doing
back there?"
"Trying to get these plugs in and not faint at the
same time."
A puzzled Carolyn felt Mrs. Stevens press herself
fully against her embarrassingly positioned behind and
the backs of her legs. The woman had her arms circled
around Carolyn's waist, her hands resting on Carolyn's
bare stomach.
"I'm trying to see what's going on, dear, but it's too
dark. What's that white thing? Is that your blouse?"
"Yes, it's caught on something. Look, I've already
found the outlet, Mrs. Stevens. It's these damn plugs,
they keep twisting on me."
"Don't worry, I'll hold you."
"Thank you." Carolyn knew she just wanted to help as
she felt Mrs. Stevens' comforting hands moving
mysteriously about her waist.
"However," she thought, "if she really wants to be of
assistance, a flashlight right about now would be much
more useful."
"Oops! Sorry, honey. Something just snapped," Mrs.
Stevens said, surprised that she had so easily unfastened
the preoccupied Carolyn's skirt. "Someone has been busy
here," she said, thoughtfully remembering the enlarged
button-holes.
"What?" Carolyn asked, relieved with finally getting
one of the plugs in correctly. "Phew!" she thought.
"Hope I have sense enough never to do this again!"
With a triumphant "A-ha!" Carolyn at last was able to
insert the second plug as her skirt slipped unaided to
the floor.
Feeling an unusual draft on her hips, she looked at
her feet upside-down and saw a disturbing pile of cloth
around there. It took a moment for the dizzy Carolyn to
realize just what it was she was looking at.
"Oh, my God!" she cried. It was her skirt! It had
just fallen off!
She frantically tried to back out from behind the
cabinet and felt her blouse being pulled over her head.
Again she tried to find what it was attached to, but
in the narrow darkness, she could not. Finally in
disgust, she literally fought with the blouse until she
was able to pull it over her head and off her arms.
Free at last, Carolyn again started to slide out from
behind the cabinet. Her bra strap, however, had caught
on an old cable-run mounting on the wall behind her
during her struggle to remove the blouse, and she
couldn't move an inch.
"Oh, no!" she cried as she now struggled to free her
bra strap. "Not again!" She couldn't get her hands
behind her to free it, so she simply used her body to
pull on the strap as much as possible. The altered strap
broke quickly under the constant pressure and Carolyn
finally felt free to move.
She had to be careful now, because the only thing
holding her bra cups in place over her breasts was the
cabinet.
While Carolyn had been busy with blouse and bra, Mrs.
Stevens had not been idle. She had been running her
hands lightly over the woman's bucking hips and legs.
Her actions were adding greatly to the unaware Carolyn's
feelings of nervousness.
"I must see these," Mrs. Stevens thought, looking over
the handsome yet still protected buttocks. Choosing a
time when Carolyn was particularly busy, she pinched the
narrow right side of Carolyn's panties together and
looped it and a bit of pantyhose over the rough
protruding head of a large machine screw, which was
located on the back of the cabinet.
"Now let's see what happens," Mrs. Stevens thought
expectantly as she enjoyed her handiwork.
So careful was she with her bra, that Carolyn never
even noticed that anything was wrong with her panties.
The more Carolyn tried to back out, though, the more the
panties were pulled higher and higher over the smooth
flesh of her hips, and the tighter the material became.
Meanwhile, a hole cut into the top portion of her
pantyhose by the rough screwhead caused the delicate
material to become caught on the protruding screw as
well. It began to rip and tear, the runs rapidly
spreading across the panty portion of the garment. Soon
the top and right leg of Carolyn's pantyhose resembled
the web of a deranged spider.
Worse and worse her situation became, as Carolyn
continued to struggle frantically to get from behind the
cabinet and refasten her skirt. Her pantyhose rapidly
disintegrated until all that remained of it was the left
leg and the waistband. The rest of her flesh, except for
the tiny bit still covered by the ravaged panties, from
her waist down was completely exposed to the delighted
gaze of her employer.
As she tried harder and harder to leave the narrow
space, Carolyn grew increasingly careless about her bra
cups. After one particularly violent (yet fruitless)
effort on her part, Carolyn was shocked by the feel of
cold metal on her sensitive breast flesh and nipples.
But now she had other, more pressing matters to worry
about. The taut material of her strained panties had
bunched between her buttocks and dug into soft hyper-
sensitive flesh of her vulva. Carolyn kept trying to
back out, but realized she wasn't going anywhere. Finally
she noticed that something behind her was wrong, but by
then it was too late.
Somehow she had become caught on something again. Her
panties had become terribly uncomfortable for her, so
they were what was probably snared. Soon she could feel
the rough cloth of Mrs. Stevens tweed business suit on
her sensitive buttocks, and knew with a terrible
certainty that not only her panties but her pantyhose as
well had been affected. Carolyn realized with horror
that the ass cheeks of her raised behind were now
completely exposed to her new employer and she was
helpless to do anything about it!
"Help me, please! My clothes are caught on
something. I'm completely stuck!"
"Let me see here," Mrs. Stevens said. She stood back
and slowly ran her hands over each delectable, trembling
buttock several times, savoring the feel of the firm,
healthy flesh.
"Must you do that?" gulped Carolyn.
"Need to find out where you're attached, honey. Now,
you just take it easy and let me work."
"O...Okay."
Mrs. Stevens brought up Carolyn's skirt from the
floor. At first, Carolyn hopefully thought that the
woman was going to refasten her skirt for her while she
looked for whatever she was caught on.
But, that was not what happened at all. Mrs. Stevens
brought the skirt up past Carolyn's exposed hips and,
after briefly freeing the caught panties, kept on sliding
it down her back. She flipped the skirt inside-out and
left it draped over the helpless Carolyn's head!
"Hey!" the surprised Carolyn shouted, her voice
muffled by the skirt. "Why did you do that?"
"To get it out of the way, of course. Or would you
rather have me step all over it and ruin it?"
"Oh. Well, no. I guess not. But, please hurry! The
blood's all rushing to my head and I'm feeling very dizzy
right now."
Mrs. Stevens was in ecstasy. She now had the
delectable Miss Carolyn Lord all to herself to do with as
she pleased, and this on the first day! what had
happened earlier at the club was nothing compared to
this!
She regretted not having access to Carolyn's fantastic
breasts, but it was early yet. You never know!
With Carolyn bent over helpless before her, Mrs.
Stevens began at the trapped woman's waist. Making sure
to lovingly sample every inch of flesh she could reach,
she slowly moved her hands over the beautiful body. She
kept up a running commentary for Carolyn's benefit, on
the success of her through search for what was snagged on
the poor woman's clothes.
By the time she reached the woman's feet (still in
their pumps), Carolyn was trembling uncontrollably all
over her body. She wasn't really sure what was happening
in the world outside of the skirt covering her head.
Between the blood roaring in her ears and Mrs. Stevens
search, Carolyn was in a state of fine frenzy. The fires
within her were practically out of control, and she had
no idea why. Rational thought was rapidly becoming a
thing of the past. All she could thing about were Mrs.
Stevens lovely hands moving over her. Could the woman
not realize what she was doing to her, in trying to help
her?
All Carolyn knew for sure was that is must end soon,
or she would surely go mad!
Mrs. Stevens, having a very good idea of Carolyn's
emotional state, knelt behind her legs and began to
carefully tease Carolyn's wonderful cunt, so poorly
protected by the already soaked material of the caught
panties.
Carolyn started gasping for breath. It was all
becoming too much for her. The blood was roaring ever
loader in her head and she knew she was close to passing
out. The tingling between her trembling thighs was
driving her mad. Something had to stop soon, it just had
too!
Finally, her body had been teased enough. "Aaah!"
Carolyn screamed briefly when she climaxed, before
blessed unconscious overtook her. When her knees
buckled, she hung for a moment by her tortured panties.
With a quick "rip" the light material gave way under the
strain and the unconscious Carolyn fell naked to the
carpeted floor behind the cabinet, her torn panties and
remaining bits of pantyhose hanging uselessly on the
screw.
Carolyn's eyes flickered open. Disoriented by her
ordeal, only slowly did she became aware of her
surroundings. She looked around and eventually realized
that she was laying naked and alone on the leather couch
in Mrs. Stevens office. Of her clothes there was not a
sign.
"Oh, no. Not again!"
She got up and began looking around the office for her
things. She found what was left of her clothes in a
folded pile on the chair behind the desk. After giving
the closed door of the office a fast glance, she quickly
put on her skirt. Next came the buttonless blouse, which
she tucked into her skirt. She padded barefoot into her
own office carrying her ripped bra and got five safety
pins from her desk. She used one to repair her broken
bra strap and the rest of the pins to close the more critical
buttons of her blouse.
Carolyn had already put on her bra was just finishing
closing her blouse when Mrs. Stevens swept into the room
holding a measuring tape.
"You're up! How do you feel?"
"Uh, much better, thank you," Carolyn said sheepishly,
not sure how much Mrs. Stevens really knew about what
happened to her.
"Okay, let's get you measured."
"Measured for what?" Carolyn said in alarm as Mrs.
Stevens came rapidly towards her.
"We need to replace the underwear you lost today,
honey. Going to have someone pick it up now, so we can't
delay. Can't have you going home like that, now, can
we?"
"Thank you," Carolyn said simply, almost over come
with emotion. "That's very kind of you."
"Well, you're very special to us here. It's the least
we can do. Now, stand still a moment, will you?"
Carolyn had to turn so that Mrs. Stevens wouldn't see
the tears of gratitude forming in her dark eyes.
"I'm 'very special' here," she thought. "Very special."
Mrs. Stevens began using the tape measure around
Carolyn's hips. Carolyn heard her mutter,
"Damn skirt!" just before it was once again around
her ankles.
"Oh, my!" Carolyn gasped in surprise, now completely
bottomless in front of her employer.
"Is this really necessary?" she blurted as she tried
to cover herself. "I mean, I do know my own sizes."
"You might, but I don't. Besides, I like to get
things exact. Look, you've had enough fun for one day,
okay? Time to let someone else take charge of things. Now
stop fidgeting, keep your hands at your sides, and stand
perfectly still, damn it!"
"Yes, ma'am." Carolyn reluctantly did as she was
told, and did not move while Mrs. Stevens plied her with
a tape measure. After doing her waist and hips a few
times, Carolyn jumped when Mrs. Stevens started to open
the safety pins holding her blouse closed.
"But, ah..." Carolyn began, only to be cut off by her
boss.
"Now, now. It's getting in the way of the
measurements."
"Oh." Soon her blouse had joined her skirt. When the
measurements of her bust began, Carolyn was dismayed to
learn that her bra had to come off as well.
So there she stood, in the office of her new employer,
completely nude, while Mrs. Stevens plied her with the
measuring tape.
Carolyn had never realized that taking a person's
measurements could be so difficult. Mrs. Stevens spent a
great deal of time working on her bust, draping the tape
over her pert breasts again and again, dragging to tape
from left to right and back again. The constant
unintentional friction of the tape moving over her
sensitive nipples caused them to leap to attention,
making the exasperated Mrs. Stevens exclaim to Carolyn's
chagrin that now the bust measurements needed to be done
all over again.
Coolly the woman worked up and down the length and
breath of Carolyn Lord's trembling, vulnerable naked
body. She used every excuse to secretly yet skillfully
touch, caress, fondle, and stroke the beautiful,
unsuspecting woman standing before her, from head to toe.
By the time a more than satisfied Mrs. Stevens had
finished and left the room to make the necessary
arrangements for her secretary's new underwear, Carolyn
was panting. Her nipples were very erect, and her
heaving breasts felt swollen. Sweat had broken out along
her hairline and was running down the center of her back.
She could even feel a trickle of vaginal secretions
running between her thighs. She had never felt so
ashamed!
She had just recovered from her last loss of control,
and here she was getting ready to do it again! Even
worse, she had gotten this way just from someone taking
her measurements! Her measurements!
"Oh, Dear God! Will I never be free of these bizarre
sensations I get anytime someone touches me?" she wailed
to the empty room. The room did not answer.
Carolyn used some tissues to carefully dry herself
off. She then thankfully put on her bra, blouse, and
skirt once again.
When her clothes arrived, Mrs. Stevens remained with
her, to make sure everything fitted properly. She even
helped her with her clothes, first to take off her skirt,
then pulling on the new panties, and then finally the new
pantyhose.
Carolyn knew you couldn't hope for a better, more
caring friend and employer then that!
As the day drew to a close, Carolyn was convinced that
Abigail Stevens was one of that few people she could
absolutely trust. She was always helping her around the
office, had freed her from her terrible predicament, had
insisted on doing such mundane things as measuring her
herself, and even had new underwear purchased for her and
brought to the office.
She knew very well that friends like these you are
fortunate enough to find only once or twice in an entire
lifetime. It looked like she had now found her two,
Tamiko and Mrs. Abigail Stevens, and the thought made her
feel very safe.