Running late he ran into the office barely noticing the new secretary seated outside his room. He briefly caught her dark hair pulled back from her face as she stared intently at the file in front of her.
As he hung up his coat he caught a waft of her musky perfume and returned to his desk.
From his desk he could study her more closely she looked nothing like his previous secretary her hair was up but tiny tendrils had escaped and were framing her face. She wore pretty glasses that made her look so hot.
What was happening to him he hadn't even spoken to her and yet he couldn't take his eyes off her. His gaze wandered lower to her crisp white blouse noticing a small glimpse of lace from her bra and the slow rise and fall of her chest. He wanted to see more of her but feared if he called her in the spell would be broken.
Suddenly she looked up catching him staring at her, she held his gaze and smiled.... she got up and approached his office he could see she was tall short black skirt. He could only imagine if she was wearing tights or stockings.
She said good morning and asked if he would like a coffee then noticed his scarf had fallen to the floor. As she bent to pick it up his question was answered black lace hold up stockings covered her long legs. As she left his office he was well aware she knew exactly what she was doing and his hand rested on his swollen cock.