A few years ago, I had the opportunity to enjoy Valentines Day in a way I never had before thanks to a young woman whose charms were unlike any woman's I had ever known before. Her name was Emily and she was my new personal assistant.
Although only 24-years old, her angelic face made her look barely 18. She had long brown hair and blue eyes that could melt steel. An avid athlete, her body was perfect. Thin, toned, with a sexy tight little ass and full, succulent tits.
But her best feature - other than that face - were her legs. Long, toned and perfect. And wonderfully displayed by her choice of skirts and shoes. Not that she dressed inappropriately; she was also professionally dressed. But the sight of her nylon clad legs in heels every day was a sight that would have distracted any man.
As my assistant, I worked closely with Emily. Over the first year with our firm, she and I became very friendly despite our age difference of over 20 years. We shared many of the tastes in books, music, politics and humor. After a year, I was no longer just a "boss" - I was her confidant, mentor and friend.
I'd be lying if I said I was also very attracted to Emily. The girl was a goddess and very often the subject of my masturbation fantasies. I have even thought of her often while fucking my wife, much to Alissa's advantage. I was truly in lust with the young woman but dared not say or do anything to jeopardize our jobs and friendship. I was content to jerk off while imagining Emily squirming under my thrusting cock.
Last year on Valentines Day I came to work and found a small package and a single rose on my desk. The package - artfully wrapped in a red paper with a red bow - had a card attached. All it said was: "We'll need this later" and was signed "Your secret Valentine." It was not my wife's handwriting or her style of surprise. I closed my door and opened the package. Inside of the box was a woman's black satin thong lightly scented with perfume. I knew the aroma but couldn't quite place it. I put the panty to my nose and inhaled deeply. Hearing others in the hallway I put my "gift" in my desk drawer and sat down, calming both my nerves and my stiffened cock. I was excited and nervous at the same time. Who could this be from?
The phone rang a few moments later. It was Emily calling to tell me she needed to meet with me this afternoon about a project. "I'm not interrupting anything, am I? I assume you going out with your wife or something?"
"No. After 21 years of marriage a dozen roses and a kiss seems to do it."
It was pathetic but true. In our younger years, my wife and I fucked like rabbits. We still love each other but the routine sex is down to a couple times a month at best. Except, of course, those days when Emily has worn her shortest skirts and highest heels. On those days I'm so worked up I sometimes get my wife shortly after dinner - sometimes before.
Emily laughed. "is 5:30 PM OK?"
"Yes - I'll see you then."
As the day went on I tried hard to identify my mysterious gift giver. I was more conscious than ever of the women around me and their unique scents. But the identity remained a mystery.
By 5:00 PM the offices cleared out, leaving me to myself. All the young associates were off with their new spouses or lovers to celebrate Valentines Day. And, as usual, most of the secretaries were gone by 5:01 PM.
I heard a knock on my open door. I looked up and saw Emily with a file. She looked stunning as always. Short charcoal gray skirt suit, silky white top, 4" black pumps showing off her black nylon clad legs. Damn she was hot!
"Can we talk now?"
"Of course - come on in and sit."
