I am an Administrative Assistant to one of the Managers in a very large company downtown and boy is she a bitch. What a dull job I have. Can you say boring. Well the most exciting thing happened when boss lady quit, I got a new one and man is he sexy. I like to call him Sunshine. Sunshine is about 32 or 33 years old. He is about 6 ft. tall with light brown hair, slightly curly and cut short. He has a gorgeous smile and pretty nice body since he works out everyday at lunch. I don't' think he is knock out gorgeous but to me he is quite sexy. Maybe it's because of that black/white taboo thing going on.
You see Sunshine is white and I am black. My name is Sasha, I'm 28, 5'2'' and I am basically what African American men call THICK, built like a brickhouse, with my full yet firm 38DD breasts, narrow waist and powerful sprinter's thighs all covered in cocoa brown skin.
I've always had a thing for white guys, and it's probably because society says we can't mix. I only dated one, slept with a couple but they were all young and disappointing. I am not intimidated by his managerial status, actually, hardly am I cowed by anyone. Sunshine was different. He never tried to be intimidating like some bosses do. He is actually a warm person, never exuding a domineering employer personality to me. He and I are pretty cool and have a good working relationship. Normally, we speak our minds freely to one another like we're long friends from way back.
I always dress professionally for work, but I have been told that I ooze sexuality in whatever short, sexy suite I am wearing. Especially, since most of my shoes are 2 or more inches high to accentuate my athletic legs. Mostly, I keep my suite jacket on because my nipples are always so hard and visible through my blouses. It's not that our office is normally cold, it's just that I am normally hot and sexual by nature. But being so comfortable around him I would go into Sunshine's office without it. Eventually, I began to see the effects I was causing on Sunshine.
More times than not, I would catch him looking at my breasts swaying as I walked into his office. Because I knew where he was looking, my nipples would just get harder and strain against whatever shirt I was wearing. Once, while standing over him with my breasts close to his face as he explained something to me in an Excel spreadsheet, I was treated to a peek of that huge bulge trying find room in his pants. Later I went back to my desk with moist panties because I was so turned on by him being turned on by me. I was on fire and he hadn't even touched me yet. We agreed to meet later in the afternoon to continue going over the spreadsheet.
I was so hot for him that at lunch while he went to the gym, I went to the drug store up the street and bought a pair of thigh highs. I took off the soaked through panties and hose tossed them in the trash and replacing them both with the thigh highs. Next, I took off my shirt and bra so that under my navy blue, three-button blazer, the short navy and white printed wrap skirt, thigh highs and my three-inch, navy, fuck me sandals there was only ready-to-melt hot chocolate flesh.
Most of the office was gone by the time I moseyed back to Sunshine's office. I could tell by the expression on his face that he noticed how my breasts moved much more freely under my silk blazer. I couldn't see past the top of his desk but I notice he moved his hands between his legs briefly. As he stood up turning away from me he told me to pull a chair up to his monitor and he would be right back. He was out the door before I could see what kind of effect I was having.