It's a hot, steamy afternoon, I wait alone in the office as everyone else has left for home. I look at my watch wondering where the applicant for the personal assistant position is and wondering if I shouldn't just write her off and go home myself. She arrives, dressed in a short skirt and sleeveless top, I notice straight away that she's not wearing a bra, her breast swaying gently as she walks up the aisle looking for my office. She seems hot and more than a bit flustered as I watch her quietly as she tries to locate the right door. Finally she sees me behind my desk and knocks softly on the door.
"Come in Ms Moon" I say in my best business type manner. I can't help but notice that she has a certain sensual air about her.
"Call me Laura" she replies, a nervous smile crossing her lips. I look at her intently for a moment and notice a bead of perspiration forming on her cleavage and offer her a cool drink. She accepts and I go to the cooler to get her a glass of cold water. When I return I find her looking around the office at my years of collected paraphernalia. My return startles her and she turns around suddenly, knocking the water over her top. The thin fabric immediately clings seductively to her breasts and her nipples stiffen from either the cold water or excitement. We look at each other briefly before my gaze is drawn back to her now transparent top and the sight of her beautiful breasts. I try to say something but the words get caught in my throat, she just gazes back at me uncertain of what to do but makes no effort to hide her self. Desperate to break the uneasy silence I ask her if she'd like to do the interview another time considering her current predicament.
"No, it's ok, I'm here now and I'm really desperate for the job" she says, her voice betrays her nervousness but has a sexy air to it.
"I could use a towel or something though" she says, looking straight at me as I try to turn my gaze away from her protruding nipples. I go to find something to dry her off with and return with a handful of paper towels to find her removing her wet blouse.
"I hope you don't mind" she says "but I figure you've already seen them anyway and that blouse was starting to drip".
"No....not at all" I say nervously staring at her pert breasts, standing proudly before me, nipples erect, reaching out as if begging to be touched.
"I'll take my shirt off if it makes you feel more comfortable" I say jokingly if somewhat embarrassed.
"Yes, I'd like that" she says as if daring me to. Somewhat shocked but even more excited by the situation I take my shirt off and we stare at each other across the table. The elevator rings and someone steps out and starts to wander around the floor. Panicked by the sudden intrusion Laura dives under the desk and squeezes up into the confined space between my legs. It turns out to be one of my staff who forgot something, as he walks past my office he notices me sitting there shirtless and asks what's happening. I point hopefully at the blouse drying over the air conditioner and mumble something about clumsy me. It seems to work, he doesn't notice anything odd, but comes in and sits opposite me.
We chat for a few minutes, all the time I'm conscious of Laura under the desk nervously clutching my leg. Before he leaves he asks if I can sign a petty cash voucher for him. I grab for my pen quickly, dropping it onto the floor under the desk. My mind groans in disbelief as I reach under the table and my hand brushes Laura's breasts, her pert nipples sending electric ity along my body and causing me to develop an erection. I look down quickly and see Laura staring up at me. She glances at my now bulging pants and then stares up again biting her lip. I can see from her face that she is as nervous and yet excited by the situation as I am. The guy leaves and I look back over the room to make sure that the floor is at last empty and slowly rise form my chair to lock the door to the office.
"I think it's all clear" I say somewhat relieved.
"I think I need a drink" Laura counters as she crawls out from under my desk, looking extremely sexy as she emerges. I close the blinds and happy with our privacy I go to the filing cabinet to retrieve a bottle of bourbon from the bottom draw. As I turn around I catch sight of Laura adjusting her stockings and suddenly I want her. The sight of her alluring half naked body, her pretty face and her disarmingly open attitude sends my mind into a spin, I no longer care about the interview. I pour a couple of drinks and hand her one, she glances down at pants and thin smile crosses her lips, she already knows she has the job and anything else she desires. She downs her drink quickly and looks at me seductively.
"Well?" she asks.
