Accidental threesome

She slumped over her desk. It sucked being a receptionist. Answer phones, put calls through. Meaningless and boring.
19 years old and in a boring job, a job which she hoped would make her father happy. He was a business man after all, through and through. She longed to be outside, but instead, she was stuck indoors, taking phone calls for rich, older men.
She felt meaningless, small. In a company that overlooked young women and promoted her male counterparts. Sighing, she adjusted her stockings. The clips were new, but were faulty. She didn’t care, she dressed for herself, and no one else. She bent down behind her desk, and felt the softness of her stockings all the way up to her mid thigh. Then to the clasp that fixed her black, sheer, stockings to her belt. She felt sexy, powerful, in a male
Dominated workplace.
Her attention was quickly dashed away by a phone call. Her receptionist duties called once again. She finished the call and immediately looked up to see a manager holding something in his hands.
“Uhh, I found this in the hallway” she said, clutching the item.
“Oh” she gasped, eyes wide but trying to hide her embarrassment. “I’ll see that the person gets this”
She grabbed the item from the manager. It was obvious to her that it was one of her stocking snaps. No wonder her garter belt seemed off balance. She turned red.
The manager stared at her and smirked a dry smirk and headed off back to his office.
She groaned and muttered “how embarrassing” while fascinating it back onto her undergarment.
Later on in the afternoon, the receptionist did her rounds, dutifully, delivering the office mail to its recipients.
The manager was one of those recipients. Before opening his door, she took a deep breath.
‘There’s no way of knowing it was mine’ she thought, as her hand lingered on the doorknob to his office.
She breathed out, and pushed open the door.
“Mail” she said, with a nice big smile on her face.
“Ah thank you” came the reply from the man, 24 years her senior.
She walked around to his desk, on the same side as he was sitting. He was on the phone and seemingly occupied.
She dutifully took the mail out of the cart and placed it in his in box on his desk.
At the same time, his hand slipped below his desk and onto her stocking, below her black pencil skirt. She froze, eyes gaping but said nothing.
She slipped his phone free hand up under her skirt, felt her garter clips and then turned to her and winked.
She blushed. He knew!
Her face softened and she smiled sweetly at him.
While still on a phone call, his hand slipped up under her skirt, feeling her thighs and her bottom, held perfectly in black lace to match her garters…