I am busily working at my workstation. The problem is complicated and I need to put a lot of thought into it. It is that reason why I didn’t notice you enter the open plan office that adjoins my office. You are dressed conservatively with a business suit, but it is tight: your blouse is unbuttoned one button more than most women, and there is a slit up the side of your skirt almost mid-thigh. But it is the heels that attract the most attention, such high heels for someone who walks so elegantly.
There’s a ping on my computer desktop, it is an IM from Geoff the office letch, all it says is: “this one’s mine”. I close the window, the message has barely registered with me. Then I hear a light
knocking on my open door. I look up and see what must be the most attractive thing in the office since that 2007 contract from that American investment bank (the one that was far too generous and crashed and burned last year).
“Hello?”, I say, “how can I help you?”
You walk into my office, I would want you to walk through the office, hips swaying, knowing every man is watching you. You would lean over my desk exposing your cleavage. You know your skirt is riding up at the back and that everyone can see the tops of your stockings. I glance round to confirm all the mens rapt attention. close the door and sit on the chair opposite my desk. As you cross your legs I can see your slim, shapely legs and the high stilettos on your feet. You lead forward and I catch a glimpse of your cleavage and the financial problem I was working on leaves my head instantly and the only think I can think of is how I will release those breasts from the tight bra holding them. I too love short skirts, stockings, tight blouses, etc but obviously prefer watching them on someone! I like the idea of you coming into my office, closing the door and dropping some files on the floor. Perhaps you just want to discuss the latest work we have planned but for some reason you seem to keep bent over giving me a view of your curves and thighs.
You sit down parting your legs slightly and making no effort to hide the fact you’re not wearing any knickers. As I glance up I see your pink lips under your short skirt my pulse quickens. You roll your chair in pinning me under the desk, asking “Do you like what you see?”. Instead of answering I grab your heels and run my hands up your legs, enjoying the feel of the nylon beneath my touch. As my hands move along your thighs I reach the top of your stockings. Moving from nylon to flesh I push up your short skirt and reach out my thumbs to graze your lips. Pulling your pussy slightly apart I hear you exhale heavily and so continue, reaching my head down to kiss your thigh and feel the warmth between your legs. My tongue lapping against your smooth leg, I run a thumb along your moistening slit, enjoying the stickiness. As I look forward to how you’ll taste I feel your hands on the back of my head, running through my hair, urging me to enclose your sex in my mouth. As I start to lap at your cunt a finger either side spreads it further apart revealing the wet taste to my gasp. Delicious.”