Sarah was always a sweet and friendly woman, very helpful at work. She was always asking me questions about my old job, had I been on any dates lately, and so on and so forth. She was young, friendly woman who was making her way into a new job. I found her very attractive. She was what I would call a smart dresser. Always tasteful outfits that just made her look even sexier to me. I guess it was the look of sophistication it gave her that made me feel that way. An intelligent woman was always more attractive to me than some blonde, bombshell bimbo. Sarah had all that going for her and more. A very pretty face and eyes that seemed to fathom a better understanding of things than most of the other women I had met. The things I always found myself staring after were her gorgeous legs. She always wore sexy stockings and walked around in heels which just enhanced the magnificence of her wondrous stems. To see her in black stockings and high heels just made me want to stare constantly and had to fight the urge too often so I would not be noticed. All that had earned her a large place in my fantasies.
A couple of months after she started her job she was assigned to the late shift with me handling phone calls from our west coast customers. During the late shift we were often there by ourselves only seeing random cleaning staff coming and going. Much of the time we spent talking to customers on the phone but we did have time for conversation on the slower nights and also time for me to sneak more glances at her lovely legs. They were never tucked under her desk either. She always sat facing to the side with them stretched out or crossed. I would watch her from time to time as her desk was not far from mine, and in plain view. She would occasionally reach down and run a hand idly along her calf while she talked on the phone. My eyes would lock on at that point I would get so distracted at times I would lose track of the conversation I was having with the customer.
I do not know how I could let myself be so distracted I just loved the look of a beautiful pair of legs and Sarah had them and always had them in plain view for me to see. Sometimes I would think there were two sides to her, one the nice, sweet woman who was always asking after you making pleasant conversation, the other times you would clearly see her taking over a conversation with someone, usually a man. She would just seem to find a little advantage and subtly shift him to get what she wanted. I knew plenty of women like that. I knew their little games and never played along. How could those guys miss what was happening, it was too transparent to me, but they would just be led along like a puppy. I could never see myself being led around like that by a woman until one night when Sarah decided to show me how I could be.
She came over to my desk just as I got off a call, "Hey John do you have any bandaids?"
"Let me check," I said as I began to look through my desk drawers. She sat on the edge of my desk pulling one foot up over her knee to take one of her black, leather heels off. She was definitely not shy about showing her legs off.
"Shoes getting uncomfortable?" I asked as my eyes hovered on them clad in black stockings.
"Yes this one is killing my heel and I really need a bandaid before it tears away the skin."
Just then I felt rather than saw the bandaid in my desk drawer due to the fact that my eyes were still stealing glances at her legs when I thought she would not notice.
"Well here you go Sarah," I smiled as I handed her the bandaid.
"Thanks John, you're a life saver, gotta go take off my stocking so I can put it on now."
After saying that she stood up and started walking akwardly to the women's restroom. My eyes lingered on her walking away still looking sexy despite her uneven gait. I went back to the phones then and had a couple good conversations with clients. In the meantime Sarah had gone back to her desk once again putting her lovely legs on display. She would use them to push her chair slowly back and forth. At one point I could not help thinking she was doing it on purpose. I also remember thinking perhaps I should thank her for giving me the show. It was nothing as provocative as going to a cabaret but more playfully girlish, yet sexy at the same time. The night was pretty slow after that and Sarah decided to fill up the boredom with some conversation.
"Anymore dates lately John? You go out on so many it seems."