She was in her early twenties and quite attractive, with shoulder-length, stylish blonde hair and a very sexy, slim body.She was in her early twenties and quite attractive, with shoulder-length, stylish blonde hair and a very sexy, slim body. She was about 5 foot 2 or 3 and had firm, perfectly sized breasts -- not too large and not too small. She was outgoing and flirtatious, and every time I saw her she was wearing very stylish and somewhat revealing clothes. That day she was wearing a silky, button-down blouse with the neckline open low enough to show off a hint of her gorgeous cleavage. Her bra was either quite sheer or non-existent, as I could make out the contours of her breasts and nipples through her blouse. She had on a calf-length skirt with a slit halfway up her thigh. It was really tight around her hips and ass and was thin enough for me to faintly glimpse her skimpy, dark bikini panties underneath. She had on a pair of high heels and, as always, wore little or no makeup. She looked even sexier than usual, which is saying a lot. As I often did, I wondered how she got away dressing that way in an office environment. Mary buzzed Rachael to tell her I had arrived, and when she got off the phone she said that Rachael was on an important phone call hoped it would be OK for me to wait 20 or 30 minutes. I said it was, and Mary said that Rachael wanted me to know that she really appreciated me coming by and told Mary to do whatever she could to make me comfortable. She asked if I wanted coffee or soda or anything, but I thanked her and said I really didn't need anything. She smiled and raised an eyebrow when I said that. I ignored that and told her that since it was late she didn't have to stay on my account. She thanked me quite nicely but said that she had to stay late anyway and work. |