Resisting her.... (Open for 1F)

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Jason was a leg man. He couldn't keep his eyes from a woman's legs. The outline of muscles in a woman's legs when she wore high heels drove him crazy. In fact, legs were the reason he hired his Executive Assistant two years ago. During the interview, he couldn't keep his eyes off her insanely long, tanned and toned legs, her tight waist, and large breasts. Her ice blue eyes bored into his soul. He had to hire her. He didn't know why - but he had to.

Shortly after hiring her, he began to use her as the model as he designed his new line of high-heeled shoes. Since then they had become close friends. He continued to have her model his high-heeled shoes as he designed them. He secretly lusted after her long legs, often closing the door to his office and masturbating after one of their modeling sessions.

The problem was, his Executive Assistant knew about his leg fascination. She had found leg-fetish websites on his computer and archived pictures of her legs as she modeled them for him.

Jason sat at his large cherry desk and thought back to how he had built his business....

His legs had gotten him through college - he had a full-ride on a track and field scholarship at an Ivy League school.

He began to build this business then, back in college, as he ran his way through college and a graduate degree - finally becoming a PhD in mechanical engineering. He took apart sports shoes, and designed better ones.

His dissertation got him his first job designing shoes for a large consumer shoe maker. It wasn't good enough for Jason. The materials weren't high enough quality - they made him cut corners. They weren't good enough.

He split off from his first company and started his own. His business made shoes for high-end sports clients. Sure - they claimed they used Nike - but they really used Jason's shoes.

However, Jason's leg fetish got the best of him, and he began to design shoes to accent a woman's leg's natural beauty, causing all of the right muscles to tighten. His business's new focus was designer high heels. His clients - The Hollywood elite, Models, and wealthy would pay ridiculous amounts of money for erotic, sexy shoes that were specifically designed to show off the female form. The leg, calf, ankle and foot.

As Jason sat in his office, his mind was in turmoil. Something had changed with his Executive Assistant lately. She seemed to be taunting him, flirting with him, and driving him crazy. Her skirts had become shorter, She had begun to "fidget" as she sat in the chair across from him during their every-morning meeting. She caressed her legs, rubbed them together, and constantly peaked his leg-fetish.

What Jason didn't know was, she wanted him. She had her sights on him and was going to seduce him, no matter how hard he resisted. Now, with the discovery of his fetish, she had what she needed to finally get him.
 
Jennifer Mason had interviewed more than 2 years ago for Jason. She was fresh out of college and needed a job badly. After having applied literally everywhere, she finally landed her job with Jason's company.

Jen never figured out Jason's fascination with women's legs until she found the info on his computer. Yes, she realized he used her legs a lot for modeling the shoes but she had figured it was just because she was readily available for him to see what the shoes looked like on a woman.

For some reason, it all made sense. It didn't help that Jason was extremely attractive and at first Jen thought he'd be a good caught because of his money but as she got to know him, her little 'crush' turned into something more--want and especially need.

Jason made Jen realize she was not only smart but beautiful by giving her a chance and really listening to her when she had an idea about a product of his.

Today, another long meeting day with just herself and Jason. So Jen wore something extra special for Jason, a pair of his latest creation, a shorter than normal skirt and tight shirt with no bra. It would be her and Jason all day so she didn't have to worry about anyone bothering them since she had a plan to seduce her boss.
 
When Jason asked Jennifer to come in on a Saturday and help him with the budget for his new lines of shoes, he never expected her to show up in such a casual, tantalizing outfit. Her short white cotton skirt looked incredible against her long tanned legs and her tight shirt seemed to show off her perfect body even more than he had ever seen before.

Now, she sat across from his desk in a chair, her legs crossed as she listened to him discuss the budget. As he did, he couldn't help but imagine how incredible it would be to run his tongue along her long, toned legs, part them as he licked across the inside of her knee, up further until he found out if she was wearing any panties under her provocative skirt.

He watched as she uncrossed, then crossed he legs. His eyes darted between her legs to see if he could learn more about what was underneath. Her eyes caught his briefly and he thought he saw her smirk.

Jason tried to continue with business as usual, "We need to finish the budget for this new line of shoes while also finalizing the design. I want these to be the sexiest shoes we've ever made. A pair of shoes that are as useful in the bedroom as they are on the modeling runway. That's what our clients really want."
 
"Oh Jason, you really understand what the customer wants!" exclaimed Jennifer as she jotted down notes. When she was done writing, she casually uncrossed her legs and then recrossed them the other way. She would tap the end of her pen against her full red lips.

Jennifer continued, "I am not lying to you Jason, I hope you understand that." It didn't help that the table they were working out had a glass top which didn't hide a thing from Jason. Reaching under the table, Jennifer idly ran her hand up and down her calf, as if to rub an itch.

"Say Jason, what did you want to order in for lunch? I could go get it as you know, just name it and it's yours." With a bat of her eyes, Jennifer could only smile as she waited for his answer.
 
Jason watched through the glass table as she itched her calf. Her fingers seemed to be moving in slow motion, outlining each muscle in her well toned leg. He felt himself begin to harden, his cock lengthening and growing across his left-upper thigh. Dammit I hope she doesn't see the effect she has on me.

With a 9" cock, it was difficult for Jason to "hide" his arousal, so he attempted as much as he could to never get aroused around his coworkers. But with Jennifer, it was almost impossible.

His eyes lingered on her legs, and he was startled when she changed the subject.

"Oh, lunch? Wow - I didn't realize it had gotten so late. Uh."... What I really want for lunch is right in this room, between your legs.... His eyes darted across her body, dancing across her crotch. "A light sandwich or salad is fine with me. What do you want?" He blushed, becoming far too aroused by being alone with her in the office like this.
 
Jen had seen Jason's arousal all right. She smiled inwardly and stood slowly, still sneaking peeks at the lump in his pants.

"Well, I'm not sure but a salad does sound good also. Tell you what," she said as she got up and walked behind Jason, putting her hands on his shoulders, "I'll run and go get it, I know exactly what you like." She rubbed his shoulders and walked away, hopefully leaving him wanting more. "I'll be back before you know it!" She told him as she grabbed her purse, putting a little extra exaggerated sway in her walk.

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Later when Jennifer returned, she set a bag on the table, and started to serve up their lunch.

"I got us both an egg salad sandwich and a small greek salad," she told him and pulled up a chair right next to Jason, "How is it?" she asked him as she 'accidently' brushed her leg against his.
 
Jason watched as Jennifer walked away from him and out the door. The sway of her hips were mesmerizing to him, luring him to stare at her incredible form.

As soon as she left, he grabbed his hard cock and tried to re-position himself to a more comfortable position. Dammit, Jason, get a hold of yourself. You can't be this attracted to one of your employees!

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Jason's voice wavered as he felt her leg brush up against his. The electric sensation threw him off guard. "It's fine. Very nice. Uh.... Yummy." Yummy? Who says Yummy? You idiot. Why are you acting like this?

He took a bite of his sandwich and chewed then swallowed it. He turned to her, accidentally bumping his leg against hers again. "Thank you again for coming in today, on your day off, to work on this."
 
Jennifer smiled and in between sandwich bites, she nodded, "It was no problem Jason, it's all for the success of the business right?" She told him as she took a sip of her drink.

Things were at a comfortable silence as the two ate and Jennifer kept up the business of crossing and uncrossing her legs, then recrossing them. All for Jason's benefit. Of course there was the occassional bump of her leg against his.

Another few minutes of comfortable silence before Jen spoke up, "Say Jason, what's your take about employees getting involved with one another? More on a sexual level than anything?" She asked him flatly.
 
Jason had taken a drink of his water and almost spit out the contents of his mouth when she asked the question about sexual level.

"Uh... No..." His eyes darted between her legs again as she uncrossed them seductively in front of him. "it is NOT appropriate for employees of my company to engage in...." His eyes again fell to her legs ".... relations."

Jason felt himself growing again as his mind played images of bending Jennifer over the glass table and taking her from behind.
 
Turning to face caused Jen's knees to bump into Jason once more as she smiled, "Oh come on, you don't mean that?" She told him in a mock sad toned voice.

'Time to go in for the kill' she thought. "Well, how about if it couldn't be helped? I mean, you wouldn't like if someone found you attractive?" She leaned back and let her legs fall open as she uncrossed them again. "I thought you'd be flattered." Jen asked, adding pout to her full, red lips.
 
Shit, she's coming on to ME. This isn't about some other guy. She's making a pass at me!

He tried to turn his tone stern, hoping she would back off because he didn't know how long he could resist her. "Jennifer, I said that there will be none of that. I am flattered, but I will not act on any feeling that I may or may not have for you." He noticed her legs, how they were moving, how the shadow between her legs seemed to suggest there was nothing underneath.

"Thanks for the lunch, but we have to get back to work. We have a deadline and I'm very serious about making it. We don't need to add any additional stress to an already stressful situation, so we need to stay professional and composed."
 
She should've been hurt by his tone and response but that didn't deter her. Jennifer stood with a sigh and didn't bother to straighten her skirt as she got up and leaned against the glass tabletop, as close as she could get to Jason.

"Come on Jason, you work WAY too much and well, I'm worried about you," she told him and she sounded so honest. Well, she was honest about that. He seemed to work too much and she just wanted him to have some fun.

"You put in long hours," she told him as she widened her stance and placed a hand on his shoulder, "I just want you to take it easy."
 
Jason was tempted, very tempted. A quick little romp with this gorgeous woman would hit the spot right now. It would be fun, would be a great way to reduce stress, and would give him images to masturbate to for years. But he couldn't. He was the owner of the company, and fraternizing with the help was against his ethics.

But this was Jennifer coming on to him. The topic of most of his recent masturbation fantasies. A woman with the most incredible legs, succulent ass, and amazing eyes. And she seemed to be okay with his leg fetish. Something most of the women he had seen over the years had a problem with.

"Yeah, I do put in long hours, and we need to put in some long hours now. We have a deadline to meet." He walked to the back of his office and looked out the window, trying to get away from her. "Now, what should we add to the shoe to make it ultra sexy."
 
Her frustration was growing but Jen wasn't giving up. She gave Jason a few moments away from her as he continued on about work. With a deep hidden sigh, she walked up behind him and wrapped her arms around his shoulders.

She leaned in and whispered in his ear, "Come on Jason, I bet we can come up with a few things that will give us some ideas of what this campaign needs." With saying that, she moved her left leg against his, letting it rub slowly against him and as it came wrapped around his leg, she gave his shoulders a squeeze.
 
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Jason wanted to give in. His cock was straining against his slacks and it had been months since he had been with another woman. His work was simply too important to him.

Feeling her leg caress along his, he began to fantasize...Turn around and kiss her, pick her up and set her down on your desk. Drop to your knees and begin to lick up her incredible legs. Lick every inch, higher and higher until you can taste the wetness of her pussy juice on her inner thigh which has been dripping down her legs. Stop there and enjoy her flavors. Enjoy your fetish, Jason. Legs and pussy juice. Make her moan and gush more of her succulent and addictive juice. Does it turn her on as much as it does you? Then move higher. Push up her skirt and dive into what must be a gorgeous, wet, hot pussy. Suck her lips between yours as you spread her legs and set them over your shoulders. Lick deep inside her and battle with her clitoris until you make her cum all over your face. NO. Stop it Jason. Stop this insane fantasy. You can't even think about doing it with her in this room. You won't be able to resist her.

He could feel the pre-cum leaking from the head of his cock, wetting his slacks. Dammit, why didn't I wear underwear today?

He felt her arms still around him as he continued to look out the window. He tried to wipe the lusty images away from his mind, but couldn't. You need to change the subject.

"I.. I need to go... Uh..." Why do you always stutter around her? You are a strong, successful owner of the most influential shoe company in the world! "I should go and get the shoe prototype from downstairs so we can work with them."

He stepped to the side and turned around to walk out the door. His eyes could feel hers on him, but he didn't dare look at her.
 
With a sigh of frustration, Jennifer watched Jason walk out. She was frustrated yes, but that didn't mean she was giving up. He would be back in a few minutes so she only had a short time to form her next plan...

In a whirlwind of movement, Jennifer took off her all her clothes, setting them to the side. She left her shoes on of course and took a seat behind Jason's desk in his leather chair. Leaning back, she set her feet up on the desk's edge, her long legs showing off. After taking a few deep breaths, she looked at the door, waiting for Jason's return.

As she waited, a hand wandered down toward her pussy, which she began to rub gently, thinking about the things she and Jason could do to each other.
 
Jason walked out of the office and took a long walk down the hallways of the office. It was clear that Jennifer was coming on to him, but he had to resist her. He couldn't give in to an employee like this. He grabbed the prototype shoes and began the journey back to his office.

As he walked in he quickly noticed Jennifer's clothes laying across the floor, and then noticed her, sitting at his desk completely naked, one hand between her legs.

Jason turned around and walked out of the office, trying to decide what to do. Coming on to him was one thing, but stripping naked and sitting in his office was something completely different. Besides, he wasn't that kind of guy. He enjoyed a long, slow flirtation with lots of intrigue and seduction. He put his back to the wall and spoke loudly to her. "Put your clothes on NOW."

He stormed away from his office, more angry than turned on.
 
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