She stood in front of closet, naked with her wet hair wrapped up in a towel, staring at the line of clothing trying to decide what to wear for work that day. She was the personal assistant to a well known architect and he expected his "girls" to have a professional and polished look at the office. The dress code was skirt suit and a blouse, in boring colors of black, navy and gray. Her hand reached out and stroked the leather skirt she had bought while she was in Italy on a business trip over the summer. It was cut a few inches above the knee and made from calf skin. She pulled it out and stared at it. Did she dare wear it to the office? It wasn't to short, and when she bought it, the salesperson had talked her into purchasing a matching jacket. She gently took the jacket from the hanger and shivered as the leather brushed her nipples. She carried the suit over to her bed and laid it down. She turned back to the closet and her eyes settled on a sapphire blue silk blouse, smiling, she pulled it out.
She laid the blouse next to the suit and went into the bathroom. She finished drying her hair. Her hair was one of the things she loved about herself. It was brown, but with red tones, so it would shimmer in the sunlight. She wrapped her hair in a bun and tucked in the loose strands. She put on some light makeup, mascara and blush and stepped back. She turned, looking at herself in the mirror. She was not an unattractive woman. She was about 5'5 with curves. Her breasts were also something she loved, they were a D cup and not at all saggy. She placed her hands under her breasts, giving them a little support. She rubbed her nipples and watched them harden and lengthen in the mirror. She faced the mirror and ran her eyes over her stomach, a little bit of a tummy, but not much. She dropped her hands from her breasts and ran a hand over her pussy. She had shaved that morning in the shower and it was soft from the oil she had spread after her shower. The pleasurable feeling of her fingers sliding over the soft skin made her shiver.
She slid a finger into her pussy slit and ran the tip over her clit. She had masturbated in the shower that morning, but was still feeling horny. It had been several days since she had the pleasure of a man's company and for her that was unusual. She had a very healthy sex drive and her few partners really enjoyed that aspect of her personality. Sadly, her regular partner was away on a business trip and she had been working late to finish some projects and by the time she would be free in the evening her male friends had all made plans or were in bed already. Sighing, she pulled her hand from her slit and licked off her finger, enjoying the taste of herself. She washed her hands, brushed her teeth and went back into her room. She chose a light blue lace bra and panty set from her drawer and decided to wear thigh high stockings. She pulled a light blue garter belt from the drawer as well. She sat down, sliding the stockings up one strong leg and then the other. The stockings gave her legs a little color. She slid on the garter belt, clipping it to the stockings and then sliding on her panties.
One of her lovers had encouraged her to wear the panties over the straps of the garter belt, so that she could keep on the stockings when they made love. He said the feeling of the silk wrapped around him was incredible as he slid his cock into her wet pussy. She smiled and quickly finished dressing. She smiled at herself in the mirror. The blue of the blouse did bring out her eyes and the leather was soft and supple.
An hour later, she was at her desk answering the phone and setting up meetings for the day. One of the architects in the firm came up to her desk and perched at a corner of it. She looked up at him as she finished a phone call. He was staring down the front of her blouse and she quickly buttoned another button. He frowned slightly at her. She hung up the phone.
"Was there something you needed, Mr. Demmik?" He leered at her. He had asked her out several times, each time receiving a polite, but firm rejection.
"You look very beautiful this morning, Genna. But is a leather suit really suitable for a reputable architect firm?"She scowled at him.
"If Mr. Parsons has an issue with my attire, then I will go home and change. Please get off my desk. I'm busy." He stood and adjusted his belt as he leaned down close to her.
"I appreciate your outfit. Let me take you out for a drink after work." She took a deep breath and sighed. She was beginning to tire of his advances and knew tongues would start wagging if they did ever have a date because Demmik had a hard time keeping his mouth shut about his conquests.
"No. Thank you, Mr. Demmik." She was saved by the ringing of the phone. "Excuse me." She picked up the line as he stepped back. "Parsons Architecture, this is Genna. How may I direct your call?" She heard a soft masculine laugh on the line.
"Good morning, sexy." She smiled as she heard a familiar voice on the line. "I was sitting in my car thinking about you and I got a raging hard on." His soft English accent was so sexy she shivered.
"How can I help you?" Mr. Demmik was still standing nearby obviously not done with pestering her. Michael laughed again.
"Demmik near by? Does he know how hard I want to fuck your tight little cunt? Does he know how it feels to have your sweet lips wrapped around my cock as you ride my tongue?" She took a deep breath.
"No, sir." There was rumble of laughter from the phone and she could feel her cheeks flush.
"Are you free today, darling? I need to bury my cock in your cunt soon." She flipped open an appointment book, scanning the entries for the day.
"There is an opening at eight-thirty and eleven o'clock, this morning. Everything else is booked."
