This is a story told to me by an older man I once knew. Todd was working in a brokerage firm in the Atlanta area back in the late 70's before moving to Seattle.
As always, comments are appreciated.
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Her name was Candy and she looked every bit the part. Shoulder length blonde hair with a hint of curls. Bright blue eyes, button nose, and an all but invisible dimple on her left cheek when she smiled which seemed most of the time. Though she said she was originally from Ohio she affected the sweetest southern drawl after being in Atlanta for several years. She was about 5'5" but with her heels on she was just shorter then me. Her desk was behind a half wall next to the foyer so she was the 'face' of Bergstein and Son's brokerage which is lucky 'cause neither Bergstein or his son had faces anyone wanted to see or associate with their money.
Along with her cute as a button face Candy had marvelous legs which she showed off in short skirts. They were shapely with just a hint of muscle tone from her lunch workouts going up and down the stairs of our office bldg. She and some of the other office girls brought in sneakers for the 'pussy parade' as we men called it. [I hope you'll excuse us for not being very PC in those days.]
Where the rest of Candy was slim her breasts were very full and round. They'd push out her blouse and suit jacket seemingly inviting you to touch them, but aside from her short skirts, Candy always dressed professionally with her blouses buttoned up and not a hint of cleavage showing and always acted very business-like.
The brokerage office was on the third floor of an old brick bldg in the downtown area. It was stuffy in the best of times. Then in mid-August the ageing air conditioning finally coughed and died. It was already 80+ outside and it was only 9am. As the temperature, humidity, and tempers rose our joke of a boss came through the office telling us that we had to wear our suit jackets and ties no matter how hot it got.
"We have to keep a professional appearance," said Bergstein junior oblivious that most of our business was conducted over the phone. An hour later he left for an 'early lunch with a client' and jackets and ties flew off. Not that it helped much. My best shirt was plastered to my back and chest and my pits were like lakes; it was ruined. I'd never get the stains out I thought and I didn't make a lot of money in those days. I decided I'd concentrate on my client list to take my mind off the heat and get some commission money in the bank.
I was going around to the other side of the office past the foyer where there was a small fridge hoping for some ice for my coffee. I never did get cooled down. As I came into the foyer I saw Candy standing by her desk taking off her jacket. She made even doing something so simple highly erotic. She didn't just take out one arm and then the other, but put both arms back pushing out her chest to let the jacket slide off on to the back of her swivel chair.
From my side view I could see the lace design of her bra through her sweat soaked blouse. I felt my dick twitching against my sticky balls. Now Candy sat down and turned her office chair in my direction, but she didn't see me because her head was bent down and her shoulder length blonde hair was over her face. As I watched she hiked her short business skirt high up her creamy thighs and parted her legs just a little. I thought, hoped, I'd catch a glimpse of panties, but I didn't see anything. Still, my dick was becoming engorged and started slowly raising.
Candy lifted her left leg up exposing the back of her thigh almost to the hip to unsnap the garter from the back of her stocking. I still didn't see any panties just pale silky skin. She put her leg down and unsnapped the front garter and started very carefully and slowly rolling the nude colored stocking down her thigh, calf, and off her pretty foot. I was rock hard. I took a sharp intake of breath and my penis jerked and released a little jet of cum into the front of my briefs.
Candy's head snapped up and her legs closed shut. I figured the show was over. My disappointed dick started deflating. But where I had expected a stern lecture about peeping or something, Candy just blushed and nervously smiled.
"I'm sorry. I guess I should have gone to the ladies room to take off my stockings. My legs are so hot. Is there something you're looking for, Mr. Stevens?" Yes I thought and if you part those legs just a bit more maybe I could find them. Candy had put her legs together, but her skirt was still hiked to crotch level and now that she was sitting up I could see she had unbuttoned her blouse about halfway down showing creamy breasts pushing over the top of her tight lacey bra.
My mind went completely blank and my mouth said the first words that came to it.
"When's the second show?" I asked.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Stevens? The second show?"
"You still have one stocking on, Candy. And my name's Todd, not Mr. Stevens."
"Well, Mr. Stevens, I'll go to the bathroom to get it off later."
"Every man here, except Josh, follows every swish of your skirts, Candy. It's going to look a little strange you walking down the hall in only one stocking. And with your blouse undone you're likely to start a riot."
Candy tried to stop blushing and regain her professional demeanor. "Well, want do you suggest, Mr. Stevens?"
"I think you better take your stocking off now before someone sees you half dressed. They might think something improper was going on."
"What if someone . . comes?" she asked, her voice turning husky, and I almost did just then. Her change from sweet to sultry was almost too much.
"Don't worry. I'll watch," I said.
"I'm sure you will, Mr. Stevens." I quickly looked left and right down the hall and nodded to her to begin. She bit her tongue and gave a little giggle then put on her best business face as if she was stapling papers or answering the phone instead of practically giving me a crotch shot. She lifted her right leg showing even more luscious thigh then before. Still there was no hint of panties and I started wondering if there were any, but surely Candy wouldn't come to work without panties. She detached the garters and slowly rolled the remaining stocking down her thighs to her toes and off with an affected pop.
"That feels much better," she said, flopping back in her chair, knees together, feet splayed apart. "My legs are much cooler now. How about you, Mr. Stevens? Have you cooled down?" She was playing with the stocking; twirling it around her finger and then stretching it out. I reminded me of a giant condom. I wished I was wearing one. I was leaking horribly.
"No and I don't think taking off my stockings is going to help."
"Oh, I'm so sorry. Could you . . come over here, Mr. Stevens. I need your help with something."
Those seven steps to Candy's desk were the most pleasurable and painful in my life. As I stood in front of her, Candy bit her lower lip and looked straight at my still confined erection. She put out her hand and tentatively touched the tip of my hard on. She got a strange little look on her face then looked up at me.
"Its in back," she said. "The thing I need help with." She turned the chair around and pulled out her blouse from the skirt. "The bra hook's in back and I'm too sweaty to reach it. Do you mind?" Candy slumped forward a little and pulled her blouse up a bit more showing her lovely lower back.
"Of course," I said, like undoing my boss's secretary's bra in the middle of the foyer was a common occurrence. I slipped my hand up her wet, clammy narrow back, took the sturdy bra strap between my thumb and forefinger and undid the hooks. Candy let out a sigh that again almost put me over the edge.
"Thank you, Mr. Stevens. You do that quite well." Candy tried to turn back around, but I reached to the front and started to pinch and knead Candy's soft firm breasts from behind with one hand under her bra the other on top of her blouse. They filled my hands to over flowing. Sweat poured down my sides and dripped like a rainstorm off my balls.
I leaned forward and buried my nose into Candy's hair. She smelt of perfume and fresh sweat. I was practically humping the back of the chair while feeling her up and kissing her neck. Candy was squirming in the chair, rubbing her legs together and grunting. Suddenly she went tense and took several sharp breaths.
"Oh, God!" she said shooting up from her chair, almost hitting my nose with her head. She looked around nervously and quickly smoothed down her skirt and buttoned her blouse up over her undone bra worried that someone might have witnessed her lust.
After a few seconds she sat down and then blushed, giggled and leered at me all at once not quite sure which emotion to go with. Then she noticed that my hard on, pushing out my pants like something from Barnum and Bailey, was still staring her in the face.
