I glance at my reflection as I wait for the elevator to get to the top floor, where your office is. My brown hair is pulled back into a high bun and I'm even wearing my thin, black framed glasses, just because I know how much you love them. I asses the rest of my body in the mirror, a crisp white shirt that you can faintly see my black bra though is tucked into a tight, black, high-waisted skirt and black stockings. Of course you can't see that they're laced topped thigh highs, but I can feel it. But it's the shoes that set the whole outfit off- black, seven inch heels. I didn't bother wearing underwear; I'm not coming to talk and just the thought of what you're about to do to me is getting me wet already.
I step out of the elevator onto tiled floor; the noise of my heels makes all the secretary's heads turn. I can feel their eyes roaming my short, curvy figure. I walk towards your office and stand in front of your secretary's desk, between her low desk and my stilettos I tower over her. She says you're alone in your office and that I can go straight through. I open your door and as you look up, your green eyes stare at me directly and it makes me catch my breath, a smile slowly spreads across your face and I find myself thinking about how beautiful you are. You're so young to be in such a high position in the company, at only 24...even if your father does own the business. Medium height, short brown hair and a lean, athletic body, you're perfect to me.
You push your chair away from your desk a bit and nod in approval, I always knew you'd love this surprise but this small movement gives me all the confidence I need. I walk to your side of the desk slowly, swinging my hips, just to make sure you knew exactly I what I was here for. I sit on your desk and put on foot on each of the arms on the chair, my skirt riding up, revealing my freshly shaved pussy. I slide my tongue over my top lip, showing my tongue piercing and you need no further hints. You get down on your knees and you tongue is right on my pussy, expertly finding my clit. Two of your fingers work your way into my tight, wet cunt and I lay back on the table with my legs spread, hanging off the table. After hours of anticipation it doesn't take me long to start feeling the beginnings of an orgasm, pushing your head closer to my pussy with my hands. My orgasm rips through my body and it takes all the self-control I have not to scream out in pleasure and letting the whole office know exactly what you're doing to me.
