Gloria ....... Well, Alexis, you'll go far!! Pretty forward, asking questions about your maybe-boss-to-be and, it seems to me, coming onto her secretary too. But what girl doesn't like to confide in another girl?
The skirt? "There's a leather shop a block south of here Thompson's I think, they sell everything, even leather underwear. The place smells exquisite. Enough to turn you on just the smell oohh!" We both laugh.
"Carol? She a good boss, runs a tight ship. I find her a little distant but that's just the boss to secretary thing I think. Dresses beautifully. Her hair's lovely, I saw her with it down just once, like yours but this lovely chestnut brown and I don't think it out of a bottle either. Not that yours is I'm sure I add hastilly. And yes there is a deep sexuality to her but, get into your panties?" At this point I feel myself blushing furiously and know I've gone too far.
Flustered I say; "Gloria? I just work here. She says I dress to provocatively and I'm sure she's right but I like to look a little wicked. The blonde is real if a little darker. As for the clothes, well, it's nice to have the guys look and think their thoughts and short skirts make me feel young and free and oh hell, listen to me babbling like a fool."
"I've no idea what's keeping them in there. Would you like me to get you a coffee?" I get to my feet and cross to the machine. Suddenly aware of the shortness of the skirt and that i've forgotten to wriggle the hem down after sitting.
Aware somehow of your eyes behind me. Something inside me suddenly yields and I feel a rush of warmth towards this strange Alexis.
The skirt? "There's a leather shop a block south of here Thompson's I think, they sell everything, even leather underwear. The place smells exquisite. Enough to turn you on just the smell oohh!" We both laugh.
"Carol? She a good boss, runs a tight ship. I find her a little distant but that's just the boss to secretary thing I think. Dresses beautifully. Her hair's lovely, I saw her with it down just once, like yours but this lovely chestnut brown and I don't think it out of a bottle either. Not that yours is I'm sure I add hastilly. And yes there is a deep sexuality to her but, get into your panties?" At this point I feel myself blushing furiously and know I've gone too far.
Flustered I say; "Gloria? I just work here. She says I dress to provocatively and I'm sure she's right but I like to look a little wicked. The blonde is real if a little darker. As for the clothes, well, it's nice to have the guys look and think their thoughts and short skirts make me feel young and free and oh hell, listen to me babbling like a fool."
"I've no idea what's keeping them in there. Would you like me to get you a coffee?" I get to my feet and cross to the machine. Suddenly aware of the shortness of the skirt and that i've forgotten to wriggle the hem down after sitting.
Aware somehow of your eyes behind me. Something inside me suddenly yields and I feel a rush of warmth towards this strange Alexis.