The Office
It's late, everyone has left except for you -- a young executive with a high libido. You heard a sound in the copier room. Someone walked out. It was the new team assistant.
Her name was Malena, petite built, porcelain skin with long wavy hair & distinct features. She dressed modestly for her first day, suit jacket, white blouse & pencil skirt tightly hugging her well-toned buttocks. The front split of the skirt showed a glimpse of her thigh as she walked. Her jacket buttoned up exaggerating her bosom silhouette. Her bare slender legs were perfect, elongated by her three-inch high heels.
She walked past your desk & smiled.
"Late night for your first day." you said.
"Yeah, just preparing for tomorrow's meeting." she replied.
You continued to work but couldn't help glancing at her. She walked from her desk to the meeting room, you glanced at her legs, anticipating for the sight of her thigh appearing at the split of her skirt as she walked.
The male colleagues talked about this new chick in men's room today. You felt blessed that you're alone in this large empty office with her. You slammed the laptop down, stood up & packed your bag. On the way out, you stepped into meeting room to say bye to Malena.
"What're you doing?" you asked.
"Oh, I'm just struggling with these numbers." she said innocently, looking puzzled at the print outs laid out on the meeting room table.
"Well, it's easier if someone with experience guides you." you walked towards her, dropped your bag & leaned over.
You felt hot, not sure if it was lack of air-conditioning or the presence of a beautiful creature. You unbuttoned the top button of your shirt & rolled up your sleeves. You wanted to be the hero to rescue this poor girl. You stood by her side & peered down her blouse.
"It's hot in here, they turn the air-conditioner off at night." you said.
"Oh yes, you've reminded me." She said, she stood up, turned around & took off her jacket. Her white silk blouse was soft & tender like her face. She wore a thick belt around her narrow waist, showing off her proportions. Her skirt was tight, showing no panty lines, it was just a thin layer of fabric between you & her asset. You now understood why your fellow male colleagues were talking in the men's room today.
She turned around & sat down on the chair. You were shocked at the sight - not sure whether you were hallucinating. Her blouse was so thin that you could see her nipples, not just the shape but also the colour. Are they so erected that they were coming through? OMG, she was not wearing a bra! You felt a reaction in your pants. You walked closer & peered down her blouse -- a clear sight of her perky cleavage. They juggled a bit as she stood up to bent over the table to reach for something far, with her bum tilted up. This sight was enough to stir up your adrenaline.
"So, are you going to teach me how to do this?" she asked, whilst writing something.
"Oh ... yeah ... I'll ... teach you..." you stuttered.
She looked up to you. Your eyes bewildered & attached to her chest. She stood back, looked down her front.
"OMG!" she screamed quietly, hugging her arms around her chest, looking ashamed.
