I am an expert at many things, filing, typing, organizing, coordinating dates and meetings. I am very detail oriented and make sure that all tasks are finished and put away before leaving. Even if it means late nights at the office and sometimes not being able to make it back to my home at night because there's so much to do...
I can imagine that your office is very busy, lots of emails and business transactions, people running around kinda crazy. You're on the phone and in meetings all day and just want someone to help you relax, know that they have everything in hand. When you're getting tired and stressed, I can bring you some iced coffee to help you cool down and refresh. The ice makes the glass sweat a little and when I set it down on your desk I wipe the condensation discreetly on my neck, I know that NYC offices can be hot in the summer. The water dribbles down my back a little, making me shiver slightly from the coolness and my nipples harden a little as the chill presses them against the lace of my bra.
You are thankful for the coffee, taking a long swig and sighing from the icy relief from the stressful morning. But, dammit, I didn't fasten the lid onto the cup and you spill some on you shirt! I am so sorry, my complete bumble. Here, take off your shirt, I'll send it to the cleaners right away and pick up the fresh ones that are there waiting for you anyway. I was going to pick them up on my lunch break, but oh, wow. You hand me your shirt and my mouth starts to salivate. I had wondered what was under your shirt, and am impressed - my imagination did you no justice.
As I stand there taking you in, you catch my eye and I match your gaze, unabashed. It's been two weeks of small chat and flirtations, late nights and long meetings. I know you better than a wife could, I see everything in your life and help you get through it all. You step closer to hand me your shirt and as I take it, you hold onto it so I step closer. The heat emanating from your bare chest is so strong I can feel it through my thin white silk blouse. My nipples harden further as you brush your left hand against my breast, our eyes still locked, affirming the consent and desire.