Maddie Ch. 02

For a week, Nate made an effort to ignore, or at least sideline, all of his sexual associations with Maddie. The last thing he needed was a constant distraction to his everyday workload, especially one that kept his libido on high alert. Besides, it's not like he wanted to burden Maddie with the constant thought that he wanted to come onto her at any opportunity he had. No. All he needed was to clear his head of his desires. Of course, that was all easier said than done.

For the first week or so, though, it wasn't all that bad. Maddie was still spending most of her days getting into the swing of everything. She was completing her various administrative training tasks and reviewing numerous other articles from both the writer that came before her, and some of the other columnists at the office. After all, this was her first real job out of college, and she wanted to make a good first impression, and Nate certainly didn't want to mess that up for her. The biggest problem for Nate during that first week, however, was that Maddie still managed to grab his attention each day she reported for work. As it turned out, the sensual style of her outfit from her first day wasn't exactly an isolated incident.

Each day Maddie came to work wearing something that had Nate's head spinning. Never was it anything blatantly sexual or risky, but it was always something that made it difficult for him to peel his eyes off of her. In rather obsessive fashion, he even started recording the components of her outfits in a personal document on his laptop; something he was careful to keep minimized or closed on his computer whenever others were around; he didn't want to think about how awkward it would be to have to explain that to someone. Regardless, it became a new morning ritual for him for the last week, as he recorded each of her outfits, trying to decipher why he found them all so sexy.

First, on Monday, her first day, it was the pink blouse and leather pants; there was no mystery about why he found that hot. Tuesday was a long, plaid skirt and black top with a cropped leather jacket; something that had him wondering if maybe Paul did say something to her about her outfit. That, of course, was proven wrong by Wednesday's outfit: A rather regal looking, blue satin dress. It was quite attractive, and although short, certainly not scandalously so. What really kept Nate going about it though was the knee-high velvet boots she wore with it. Although not much of a boot guy, he couldn't deny that they looked hot. Thursday's outfit was a lot more casual with some tight jeans and a white shirt that had some cute cutouts down her back. Friday was definitely a looker. A knee length black leather skirt and a black, mesh top over a tank top had her looking quite punk-rock for the office. He was over the moon that she opted for leather again. It wasn't until the last two days, however, that he began once again entertaining the idea that she might have a bit of a fetish going on.

After spending the weekend dreaming about her yet again, wondering - no - picturing how life would be if they were dating, like he always wanted in high school, he stepped back into reality, only for fantasy to slap him in the face again that next Monday at work. The black jeans weren't much to write about in his little record of her outfits, but the leather blouse she had on certainly was. At least, it looked like leather. It had the same vaguely reflective shimmer of leather, but it wasn't nearly as stiff looking as a jacket, or the pants she wore. It clung to her body rather tightly, though, easily accentuating her c-cup breasts. A couple times throughout the day he even thought he noticed a nipple poking out against the fabric; or maybe it was his subconscious trying to convince him that she was going without a bra for the day. And that was just Monday.

It was Tuesday of their second week working together, and Maddie once again had all the heads in the office turning when she walked by. Nate barely looked at her before his fingers froze on his keyboard, filling his screen with lines and lines of 'L's as he stared into the sexy, reflective surface of Maddie's bright red vinyl pants. He didn't even notice the mundane nature of her black and white striped shirt, and the sound of her black heels on the carpeted floor were nearly drowned out by the squeaking and shuffling of shiny, plasticky pants. Once she sat down at her desk behind the cubicle, Nate finally snapped out of his trance, deleting all the lines of nothing he entered in his document for two minutes while practically drooling over Maddie's outfit of the day.

In a bit of a surprising turn for him, Nate was beginning to seriously toy with the idea of confronting her about her outfits. The whole week had him wanting to talk about it with her; see if she would admit to having a thing for all those shiny clothes she wore. Maybe he would even admit that he liked it too. Of course, that would be a hell of a conversation to try to have, especially in the workplace. No. It was better to just leave it be. Why make things awkward between everybody? It wouldn't do anyone any good.

When lunch time came around, however, a completely new idea came to Nate's mind. He put his work on pause, save for replying to a couple personal and work related emails, and stood up from his seat, giving his legs and arms a good stretch after spending most of the morning hunched over a computer. On his way to the door, he stopped at Maddie's desk, making sure to sneak in a good stare at her outfit before she turned around to acknowledge him.

"Hey, Nate, what's up?" She asked.

"Not much. How's your day going?"

"It's going okay. Finally working on my first article."

"That's good, must be nice to be done with all that training crap," Nate replied. "What sort of 'niche interest' are you writing about this month?"

"Model railroading," she answered with a surprising amount of intrigue, "I have a interview set up with a local club, and they're gonna give me a tour of their site."

"Nice. That's definitely niche interest, alright."

"It's actually kind of interesting," Maddie explained. "Even if the actual railroad part doesn't sound all that interesting, the time and work that gets put into the dioramas is really quite amazing. There really is a lot of genuine artistic talent required for that kind of stuff."

"Fair enough," Nate replied.

"I take it you're headed out to lunch?" Maddie said.

"Yeah. Actually, I wanted to see if you wanted to come along. I figure we could catch up on life since high school," he suggested, "only if you want to, though. I'm sure you have a lot of work to do."

"I'll tag along if you're offering," Maddie replied instantly, "I'll never say no to food. Just give me a second to finish up some stuff."

"Okay." Nate couldn't help but smile. He was rather surprised that Maddie took his offer, and he was certainly happy about it. He never actually had any alone time with her during high school, so the fact that he was finally getting to have lunch together with the girl from school that he was still crushing hard on was almost a dream come true in and of itself.

After a few minutes of deliberating where to go in the car, they eventually settled on a notoriously greasy burger joint on Main Street. They walked into the tiny hole in the wall and were greeted by the smell of meat on the grill beef and fresh onions. Maddie took a seat at one of the tall, bar style tables, and Nate sat along the adjacent side. Once the waiter came around to take their order, they began chatting about life.

"So how's life been for you over the years?" Maddie asked.

"Kinda boring, to be honest," Nate replied, "I took a year off before going to college. Pretty much wasted my life away in the process, but once I actually started college, I got that turned around pretty quick."

"Is that when you decided you wanted to be an editor?"

"Not exactly. I always had an interest in playing with graphic design. It wasn't something I ever thought I'd do, but one of my professors suggested the idea early on. I took his advice, so here I am."

"Well, at least you found your calling, sorta."

"Yeah. What about you? You always want to be a magazine writer?" Nate asked.

"Not really. Well... a bit. I wouldn't say being a magazine writer was something I always wanted to do, but bringing unusual topics into the spotlight is something I've definitely had an intertest in," Maddie explained. "If I could, I'd much rather do it in a video format, like YouTube or something, I think it's much more engaging that way than just text and pictures, but you get what you can."

"Fair enough. How about your personal life? If it's not too personal," Nate continued. "I know you and Zach Essler had a thing for the longest time." Maddie giggled awkwardly, a moment quickly broken up by their food arriving. "Sorry... just curious. I just never liked him."

"It's okay," Maddie assured him. "As you can imagine, that didn't last too long. It pretty much fizzled out after we graduated. I think mostly because we went in separate directions for college."

"That makes sense, I guess."

"What about you? I don't exactly remember you being much of the dating type in high school."

"That's cuz all the good ones were taken," Nate joked. "College was pretty much a bust too."

"Aw, I'm sorry to hear that."

"Oh, it's all good. I've accepted it."

The two continued eating their lunch and chatting about work and life. Nate couldn't help but appreciate Maddie's presence, and her beauty and willingness to even give him the time of day, something she didn't often do when they were in high school. He spent that time in utter relief that she didn't seem to notice, or at least care, that he couldn't seem to stop staring at her, and her perfect body, and her hot outfit. Of course, it was all put on hold as he watch a large glob of grease fall from her burger and onto her lap, creating a wet splash all over her thigh.

"Oh shit!" she yelped. As she finished chewing her bite she took, she grabbed a napkin and worked on cleaning some residual grease from her face.

"You okay?" He asked.

"Yeah," she answered. She grabbed another napkin and Nate watch as she cleanly wiped up the grease splatter from her glossy red pants. "The perks of wipe-clean pants," she giggled as she crumpled up the napkin and went in for one more wipe for good measure.

"I suppose that would be a useful feature," Nate added as he began staring at her thigh where she wiped the grease off."

"It comes in handy a lot, actually," Maddie continued. She finished her cleanup process and tossed the napkin among the growing pile between them. As she went in for a couple fries, she gave Nate a bit of a smirk. Or, she would have if his attention wasn't somewhere else. "You like what you see, Nate?" she asked. It was hardly a trick question. Quite frankly, it was hardly veiled behind any kind of innocence at all, but Nate played along out of politeness.

"I mean... they're just... interesting, is all," he answered with a bit of hesitation. "It's not every day you see anyone wearing plastic pants."

"They're vinyl, actually," Maddie corrected him, "or PVC, depending on the tag." Nate still continued to stare at her legs, but seemed to catch himself after a few seconds, because his eyes started to focus back on Maddie, although he was still obviously trying to catch a glimpse of her pants more and more. "Are you okay?" she asked.

"Yeah..." Nate replied, still in a bit of a trance. "I was just thinking about that day way back in high school, in Mr. Hooper's English class... you walked in wearing those black leggings that were all shiny like that..."

"God, I remember that," Maddie said with a bit of a laugh, "I remember being called into the office to dress code me, but I technically didn't violate any of the rules. They just deemed me to be dressed 'too sexy for high school.'"

"Yeah, cuz I'm sure anyone other than the teachers were complaining." Nate added. He began to look down at her reflective red pants once again. "You know... I always kinda... oh, never mind."

Intrigued, a big grin spread across Maddie's face. "Kinda what?" she asked. "Come on... I'm listening."

"No, it's okay. Just an awkward thought I had."

Maddie wasn't stupid. She had seen that little glint of lust in his eye that she saw in many guys over the years. He could hide it all he wanted, but there was no point. "An awkward sexy thought?" She asked, very boldly.

"What?" he jumped before looking around and lowering his voice, "no."

"Pretty sure it is," Maddie insisted. "It's okay, you can tell me."

"No... you'll think it's weird."

"No I won't," Maddie continued, "look, if it's weird, we can forget all about it; promise. But right now you have me curious, so I want to know."

"Alright, fine..." Nate took a deep breath and exhaled a bit before continuing. "I just always thought you looked so hot in those leggings," he admitted. "I kinda... became a bit obsessed every time your wore them."

Maddie's eyes got wide, but in a slightly excited way. She certainly wasn't quite expecting to hear such an admission, but she couldn't help but be a bit intrigued either. "I guess I can't say I'm surprised," she said, "maybe I never caught you staring back then, but I certainly caught a lot of other guys."

"Can't say I'm surprised."

"Yeah. I'm pretty sure I awakened a new fetish for a lot of them in those days."

"I... uh... think I might have been one of them," Nate said, sheepishly.

"Oh really?" Maddie acknowledged in a way that hardly sounded like a question, or even a surprise. "So that's why you've been staring at so often since I started working here..."

"What? No. I haven't been staring..." Nate refuted, but to no avail.

"Yeah you have. You've been giving me looks like that every day. You haven't taken your eyes off my pants since I got in the car with you." Nate's face turned as red as a tomato. He started to turn away from her a bit, but he just couldn't. There were too many other people in the restaurant, and the last thing he needed to do was advertise to them that he was embarrassed or uncomfortable in any way. "Hey, it's okay," Maddie said. She reached out and grabbed his hand, "If it makes you feel any better, I've been pretty obsessed since then too." She pulled his hand under the table and pressed it against her leg, rubbing it along the glossy fabric. His hand picked up on the slightly slippery spot from where she spilled the hamburger grease earlier. "I mean, come on..." she continued, "how could you not be obsessed with that?"

"Uhhhh..." Nate couldn't even form words. To his surprise, he found himself still rubbing her leg even after she released his hand, returning her attention back to her lunch. She was right, though, there really was something rather ethereal about the way he pants felt. They were so smooth in a way he had never felt before, and much softer than he was expecting. It was a wonder she was able to keep her hands off herself at all, but perhaps it was just a matter of wearing them so often that she got used to it.

When he felt his hand had stayed its welcome, he too returned to his lunch. A strange silence filled the air as they finished up their food. Nate felt himself wanting to continue their conversation, but Maddie left him with no real opening to do so. At first, it felt like maybe he had done or said something wrong; like the whole encounter really did become too weird for her. On the other hand, there was a certain manner in which she glanced over at him from time to time, like her silence was a carefully calculated flirtation. Regardless, there was no easy way to know at this point. The waitress came by with the bill, and although Nate was quick to reach for it, Maddie snatched it from his hand. "It's okay, Nate, I can get it."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. My treat," she affirmed. Her treat? First the hot outfits, then letting her touch her plastic pants, like he had always wanted to since high school... how many treats could he get in one day? Once the bill was paid, they headed back out to Nate's car, and they rode back to work.

Upon arriving back, Nate held the office door open for Maddie, and he followed her closely back to the main room, listening closely as her pants creaked and crackled all the way, and of course, admiring how tightly they coated her ass all the way to her desk.

"Well... it was good having lunch with you," he said.

"Likewise," she replied, "Perhaps we can do it again sometime."

"Gladly." It was strange, like the entire encounter between them never happened. Apparently she was good at keeping it professional IN the office, and letting loose a bit OUT of the office. "Well, I gotta get back to work. Let me know when you're ready for me to start putting your article together."

"Will do, Nate. Thanks."

Later on that night, as Nate stood in the shower, the hot water raining down on him, he couldn't stop thinking about their lunch together that day. More specifically, he couldn't stop thinking about those tight, red, vinyl pants that encased her legs so perfectly. He got hard just thinking about it, and as he thought and pondered, his hand absentmindedly wandered to his erection. He thought about how surprisingly soft they were, and how smooth and slippery they were. They felt so strangely sensual in a way; it was easy to see why she was so obsessed herself. He wondered what it must feel like to wear something like that all day, just know how hard it would be to keep his hands off them. He wondered what it would feel like to touch them with his dick. Would they feel as sensual and smooth there too? Probably. And they'd be so easy to clean. Just a couple napkins took care of the small grease splatter... it would certainly be just as easy if it was his own splatter. The white all over the red would look so hot...

Fortunately, the shower was just as convenient for cleaning up. Was it pleasure, or relief, knowing the hot water and the drain was there to take care of all the work?