I'm a 31 year old dentist and my clinic has a high turnover of young dental assistants (almost entirely female). My current girl is a stunning 20 year old called Grace. She is blonde with bright green eyes and looks like something out of a fashion magazine. While she is professional and polite, she is also a rich snob who has been spoilt by her wealthy father. Why she bothers to have a job is a mystery to me but to her credit she is one of the best assistants I've had so far.
She was about to become the best.
She was over an hour late to work last Friday - it turned out on the way to work in the pouring rain she'd T-boned another car when it pulled out in front of her. Though she was shaken and had a small cut on one knee, she was unhurt except that her convertible was a complete wreck. I offered her the day off but she said she'd rather work to keep her mind on something else. I was pleased because Grace wears her uniform looking more like a stripper dressed as a nurse than a dental assistant and she looked particularly sexy after being disheveled by the storm outside. Grace has small breasts but her perfect legs and ass look like they belong in a porn film. She's always catching me looking but neither of us has confirmed or acknowledged this. I find it impossible not to stare when she bends over or reaches for one of the higher shelves and I've seen her cute little pouch wrapped in a wide range of underwear - sometimes a G, sometimes lacy French cut and sometimes bland but surprisingly sexy white cotton standard panties (probably left over from her private schoolgirl days).
Well, today I was in for a treat; after explaining the accident to me, she asked for a band-aid for her knee.
"Here you go."
When she sat down on the ottoman to apply it, she lifted her ankle and crossed it on top of her opposite knee. I could see right up her dress as clear as day and could see that she wasn't wearing ANY underwear. Time stood still and at the same time seemed to pass way too quickly. My eyes were as wide as saucers, my mouth went dry and my mind tried to soak in the image of her pussy - bare except for a tiny tuft at the top. Lucky for me Grace brought her foot down before she lifted her eyes up so I could compose myself just enough to save me from complete embarrassment.
When 5:30 rolled around I asked her if she was alright. She said she was fine but if I could give her a ride home she would be grateful as her parents were in the middle of an overseas holiday. Of course I said yes but tried my best not to sound too keen. After locking up I followed her downstairs and motioned her towards my BMW. I'd only just bought it and was pleased to show it off for the first time. If Grace was impressed, she didn't show it.
Grace gave me directions and I made polite small talk as I drove. She seemed more cheerful and relaxed now that we'd left the clinic and I began to believe she'd be a pleasant girl away from work. She pointed me up a gated driveway and I felt disappointed that my ride with her was coming to an end. My disappointment was soon replaced by awe when I saw her house. 'Palace' is the word that springs to mind.
"Wow, this is unbelievable!" I said
Grace chuckled and said "Yeah, my Dad sure knows how to put a roof over his little girl's head. I have the pool-house all to myself so you can probably guess I'm in no hurry to move out."
Without thinking I asked "Is it as nice as this?"
"Oh yeah, you should come see. In fact, I think I owe you a drink for the ride home. It is Friday after all!"
"Um, sure, it has been a long week." A long week staring at your sexy body.
We went around the side of the main building and along a garden path that came out at the pool area which again was amazing. The 'Pool House' was a complete villa that would have been an impressive house in it's own right. Grace opened the French doors and we went inside. Downstairs was a living area with an offset kitchen.
"This looks like a kitchen, but I prefer to think of it as a bar." Grace said with a naughty smile. She moved swiftly and without asking me want I wanted proceeded to make what looked to be Mojitos. While she was busy I looked around the room and spied a photo of her as a young teenager in a ballet pose. She was standing on the toes of one foot while the other leg was straight up in the air.
"Wow! Can you still do that?"
A strange look crossed her face as she topped off our glasses.
"Well, um, yes but I'm not wearing any underwear so I can't show you right now." Grace gave the cutest blush when she said it and I felt myself flush a little too.
She started to explain - "I was actually running late this morning and because my parents have given the housekeeper a month off while they're on holiday, I couldn't find any clean underwear. So I had to go without and, well, here I am telling my boss how I'm bare-assed under his uniform."
She held my gaze as she told me this and I was at a loss at how to respond. My eyes dropped to the hemline of her dress then when I realized how that must look I jerked them up to meet her eyes again.
I stood like a statue for what felt like an hour but was probably only two seconds then she broke the silence.
"Try your drink."
