Inspired by an idea by a great personal friend – if only such things could happen...
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Mr. Bateman's secretary, Miss Cutler, walked into the room.
"Time to stop work," she whispered in a low sexy yet forceful voice.
Rick Bateman finished typing and swivelled his chair around, away from his desk to face her.
Miss C (as he thought of her) walked over, her stride and posture enhanced by the four inch stiletto heels she wore. She stood directly in front of him, hands on hips, feet slightly apart, made eye contact and held his gaze.
Miss C had been planning this for a couple of weeks. She was a demanding lady who used her womanly wiles to satisfy her insatiable curiosity. She had been excited all day from thinking about what was about to happen.
This arousal had been felt since waking. Beginning preparations for this special day one hour earlier than usual she bathed in musk bath oil to make her skin smooth and silky. Extra care was taken to ensure all hair below the eyebrows had been totally removed. After massaging with moisturising body lotion, she carefully chose her clothes for the day. It was not a difficult choice. Knowing that Bateman was turned on by black silk, nylon covered legs, finished in high stiletto heels, she was also certain he would enjoy the look and feel of supple leather of her skirt. To complete the look, a white blouse, which was just translucent enough to make out the lacy patterned bra, covered her large chest.
Now, after 8 hours at work, she was feeling really aroused. All the other staff had gone home for the day. This was the right moment to begin to relieve her sexual tension and to satisfy the desires she had for this sexy, attractive, high-powered executive.
She had found Mr. Bateman (or 'Batman' as she thought of him) attractive from the first day he employed her at his small electronics and software company nestled in the English countryside. Bateman had started his own company in the late 1990's with money he made on the stock market. His headquarters were best described as lavish.
He was a few years older than Miss C, but he intrigued her. She was first a chauffeur / girl Friday, then in a fairly short time became his private secretary. She enjoyed those first few weeks as his driver, having always dreamed of driving a high-powered, luxury saloon. It seemed like a long time ago, but it was only 8 weeks. As his driver, he required she wear a uniform. She felt sexy, dressing for work in the short black skirt, black stockings, black high-heeled shoes with ankle straps, white blouse, black tie and hat he demanded. This attire gave her the basic idea for today's dress code. He had always displayed the utmost respect for Miss C but was not averse to indulging in a little sexy horseplay on occasions. He had always commented on Miss C's appearance in a positive way, complimenting her mainly on her clothes but her make-up, hair, face and occasionally her body seemed to be appreciated also. She felt confident she would not fail in her quest. Sure he would respond to her, she had come to know his every thought, needing to be good, she wanted to leave him wanting more.
Back to the present, Batman appraised the vision before him with great interest, slowly scanning her body from her staring eyes down to her heels and back. . Just scanning that sexily dressed body aroused him. By the time he returned to her face she was smiling, her eyebrows raised just a little.
She raised her hands to the buttons on the front of the white blouse she had worn to the office that day. The blouse was tight and the buttons were straining, the material seemed ready to burst open at any moment. She slowly began to undo the buttons starting at the one resting in her ample cleavage which had been on display for most of today.
Batman slowly lowered his eyes to her nimble fingers.
The buttons opened one by one, her lace covered breasts emerging from the taut material. Miss C held her gaze at Batman. As the final button was undone, the front of the blouse parted and with a shrug fell backwards to the floor. She slid each shoulder strap of her pretty lace bra down towards her elbows then reached for the front clasp and parted the cups to reveal her large breasts.
She sensed Batman wanted to reach out and touch but he knew it was not time yet. She appeared to be in control and seemed to be enjoying putting on a show for him. Miss C raised her right index finger to her mouth, Batman's gaze followed. The shiny manicured nail glinted after she had licked it sensuously. She held eye contact with him, tracing the moistened finger down her neck, across her breast encircling her nipple. She repeated the same action with her left hand and breast and after a few moments stopped.
Her hands slowly moved to the back of her short, black leather skirt, her fingers slid the zip undone and the skirt fell to the floor. He could now see the outline of her shaven pussy, barely hidden under her black thong, just above the top of her hold up stockings. This view was short-lived as she lifted her right stiletto-heeled foot up onto the chair, placing it carefully between Batman's legs. His eyes lost contact for a second as he tried to gain a glimpse of her still hidden pussy. Leaning forward, she theatrically unbuckled the ankle strap of her shoe, removed it and placed it carefully on the desk beside them, then began rolling her black lace-topped stocking down to the tips of her toes, finally removing it with a flourish. Lowering her right foot to the floor, she repeated the same action with the other foot and leg.
Again, she sensed Batman was struggling to restrain himself but he knew he must, for the best was yet to come.
