She was a bitch. I was so glad that I didn't have to work for her or have her working for me. We were department heads but we did have to work together. On the outside this was a stunning woman. I mean drop dead gorgeous, but she was still a first class bitch.
Well I shouldn't say she was a bitch all the time. It was just when we had a difference of opinion. It seems like she would never back down from her position. Unfortunately most of the time she was right. I guess I just couldn't give up my male position without a fight so maybe I had something to do with her bitchiness at times.
Now for instance this morning at the leaders meeting. That's what our CEO likes to call department head meetings. She was sitting at the end of the front table were the officers all sit. Now imagine our tables erected in the shape of a triangle with the officers at the head but in a row across the top and she was sitting on my side at the end of the execs table.
She is always very stylish in her dress and today was no exception, except for one thing. She was sitting there with her legs crossed, left over right, and the top leg slightly swinging. A couple of times I have seen her with no hose but with spray painted tan on her very lovely legs.
Today she had hose on and I had to wonder. Were these panty hose or maybe thigh high and maybe with a garter. I had to bet on the last two and hopefully just the thigh highs.
Now being still single, I must admit I have seen many women sitting down in dresses that came above their knees. I keep wondering if I am a pervert or a healthy male. The skirt always slides further up the leg and revealing a lot of thigh. Now if she was wearing shorts that's ok. But in a skirt, an area of the body, that should normally be covered, is open for observation and admiration, and that really turns me on.
All through the meeting I kept glancing at her and it seemed she kept looking at me. At one point when I was day dreaming and enjoying the exposed areas of her thighs she re-crossed her legs and turned a little more towards me. I caught a brief glimpse of more interior leg and she settled now facing me directly.
I had no idea what the Chairman was saying and hoped he wouldn't call on me. But he did and before I could answer she interrupted and redirected the question for me, which he accepted. Then she looked back at me with a look like, "now you owe me one".
At the last years office Christmas party, she and I sat together at the table of eight. A one strap gown that passed over her right shoulder. I was sitting to her left and often caught a glimpse of top part of her breast and a couple of times I was certain she knew where my eyes where but she didn't let on.
Several times during the dinner, she touched my arms gently as she was telling a story about one of our fights in a humorous manner which drew laughter from the other six people at our table. The way she told it was like to little kids arguing just because they loved to argue.
Throughout the evening and when we danced she gave me looks that were so sensual, I thought. This women really had my number. I had so many fantasies about her, it was unhealthy for a single guy like me.
Back to the present and after the leaders meeting.
We had both stayed after hours and we were the only two in the office. And we were still arguing over one point on the next campaign. At one point she stepped close to me, like an 'in your face' kind of remark. I am not even sure of what she said. The only thing I could think of was putting my lips to hers and kissing her passionately.
She stopped her tirade and I put one hand on each cheek and pulled her to my hungry lips. Her eyes flashed that, what's going on look. Then I crushed hers so she could say nothing. She pulled back from me and gave me a look that could kill. Before she could say anything else I pulled her to me again but this time my tongue found its way into her mouth and soon I could feel her joining in.
I pulled back as she grasped my hair with her hands and pulled me to her. Now she was kissing me back, hot and wet and with an urgency mixed with moans of want and need from deep inside her.
"I knew you wanted this as much as I did," I whispered in her ear before I licked and tugged on her ear lob. Again I joined her in deeply passionate kisses melting any hesitation either of us had. Her no's held no truth as her tongue continued to search me out.
Our kisses were longer and now I pushed her against the wall my body pressed hard against hers. I spun her around to face the wall and then raised her arms and held them against the wall with one hand. I pressed tightly against her. My erection pushing against the crack of her cheeks. I could feel her pushing back at me.
I released her hands but they stayed there. Each of my hands were at her neck and then they started their journey down her back and sides and then both hands found their way to her breasts. I squeezed them hard and she gasped and thrust back against me. I spun her around.
I opened her blouse and traced the exposed area left by a low rise lace bra. I could see the color surrounding her erect nipples which I pinched and played with. She kept saying don't, don't but her moans of pleasure overrode her words.
My hands wondered down her sides to her firm ass and explored it. I could feel no panty line. Either she had none on or was wearing a thong. She continued to push against me and breathing quickly and with excitement.
My hands moved down the outside of her waist and to her hips then continued down the outside of her thighs. One hand started to work its way up under her skirt with the fabric pilling up with the journey. Her skin was silky smooth and I could tell from her increased short breathing I was getting close to that spot of wonder.
Yes it was a thong. Tightly fitting over that favored spot. She had trimmed her hair but I could feel its softness as my fingers roamed down and began to caress the opening through her thong. Sliding one finger under it I found the entrance and reached for that sensitive clit which was now so moist. Just a few caresses to it and I could hear her moaning with more anxiety and her continued pleas of no, no.. She came quickly. Not an earth crashing one but I could tell I had aroused her to a fine edge.
I could feel her sort of collapse against the wall. Her hands slide down to shoulder height. I was still pressed up against her. I waited a couple of minutes till her breathing returned to normal. I leaned forward and started to kiss her neck.
"Don't touch me. Don't ever touch me again." She turned to me and pushed me back. "If you ever touch me again I will kill you."
"What? You didn't seem to mind me touching you a minute ago."
"I want you to leave, Now!"
I walked to the door and opened it. "Who are you really mad at? Me or yourself."
"Out! Get out of here. Now."
