George was beside himself with anticipation. Everything had to be right. He went over the details of the desk placement, the height of it, the stool, the angle and the lighting. It all had to be luxurious enough not the question the obvious placement.
He checked his watch, still twenty minutes until her first day started, until she pranced into this emergency work station conveniently positioned inside his office until they finished building the new offices.
The desk was by the window. She had seemed like a summer girl, and he wanted the wind to move her hair for him, make her even more beautiful.
He checked his watch again and corrected his three-piece suit. Everything needed to be perfect. She had a ready-to-go laptop, some flowers at the corner of the desk and nice filing drawer below the desk. It was all perfectly positioned in view from his desk. Here she would sit in profile, and the forty-five-year-old brushed over the few hairs still going strong on his bald and sweaty scalp.
This place was everything she was not. She had been deliciously sweet at the interview, drawn roses on his cheekbones with her infectious charm and positive attitude. A light was coming to him after years of starvation for a woman.
And according to her profile, she had just recently turned eighteen-years-old.
Alexis Olivia and he forget the rest. Brazilians had such longs names, and he keenly remembered that she had an African last name. A strange mix, and she had said something about adoption. But he hadn't paid much attention during the interview when her cleavage had been such a distraction. But seeing as his sister's husband was called Alexis. Some weird French guy who he didn't much care for, she was Olivia to him. A spicy little Latina, who he hoped to grow very close to and give this place a much-needed woman's touch.
And then there was the main position that was missing from the office. One position that would only serve him at the office, one he had found her a perfect candidate for.
A knock on the door.
George turned, correcting his tie for the ninth time this morning and he fixed his glasses and took a deep breath. Come in, he said and held his breath.
The door opened and Olivia sauntered in with the most wicked sway of her wide hips.
George could not contain his excitement as he watched the work uniform he had put together, ordered and sent to her address, now perfectly fitting to the measurements she had given.
The four-inch heels elevated her little body and accentuated the bare legs he looked up with his hungry eyes.
The calves were deeply tanned but not so crazy fit that he could see veins. And still they looked so strong. That was the theme with her lower body, and her thighs were even more impressive.
She wore the white mini-skirt he had ordered, the matching strap of the stockings just about visible. The majority of her thighs were visible and the crazy muscles were popping. She had muscles he didn't know existed in the inner thighs, and her outer thighs were just incredibly big. The thickness of her thighs brushed against the other as she sauntered into his office.
The shapeliness of her rear, the mere edges of her massive roundness, even that he could see just above and behind her hips.
The moment of taking her in was all so quick, yet the details of her body was like the end credits at the end of a movie that just kept on going in his head.
Above the skirt, her visibly toned stomach was bare, the belly ring visible and the top of her white lace garter belt visible just above the skirt.
The white crop-top was sleeveless, just covering the top of her abs and a deep V-neck showing some of the lace-white bra beneath as it pushed her incredibly round breasts upwards. A nicely noisy necklace falling from her neck and nestling in the chasm of her cleavage. And to top it all off, her light blonde hair fell from the right, falling down the left side of her torso in luscious waves that reached her navel.
His mouth moved as he talked about commuting here, and his ears registered a problem taking the tube while dressed in her work attire. Something about bums wanting to cop a feel. He didn't really pay attention. His eyes were on her face. The stunning blue eyes shining bright at him, the slightly puffed cheekbones, the slight mole beneath her left eye that she hadn't covered in makeup this time. A cute little nose and pouty plump lips of a glossy pink that showed her white teeth.
Her voice took a slight upturn, and she stopped talking. That usually meant a question from her and George fumbled for words, realising he couldn't make them.
"Mr Yakobo?" she asked and leaned forwards, an understanding smile shining bright as she stared up at him, her arms tucked behind her as her big tits pressed forwards.
The entire woman, hellishly cute.
"Yes?" he asked, flustered, and red and sweaty. Just like he had been during the interview, but now it was even worse. She was sex on legs. Pure filthy hotness and so beautiful that he became a scared and flustered teenager again.
"Is there someone here that drives to work that might offer me a ride to and from work?" she asked, shifting side to side.
"Uhm, yes—" he scratched his head "- I can."
"Thank you, Mr Yakobo."
"Call me George, love," he said and placed his around her waist when he drew her in for a hug with his huge gut.
"Oh," she uttered, nervously hugging him back.
"We do hugs here," he said, running his hands over her back but resisting the urge to fill his hands with the roundness of her ass cheeks.
"Everyday?" she asked pressing her big melons into his stomach and her face lay against his chest.
"Of course," he said, reaching up to brush his fingers through the softness of her hair.
"That feels nice," she purred against him.
"You're my employee, but ensuring you are good is my first priority," he said, easing out of the hug and placed both hands on her hips.
"You're so sweet," she beamed, placing her hands on his, probably a bit uncomfortable with how close his fingers were with the incredible ass cheeks.
"I don't think I have ever seen a more beautiful woman," he said his intrusive thoughts aloud and prayed she didn't take it badly.
"Oh, gosh," she said and went straight back in for another hug.
Compliments was the way to go then
, he thought, wrapping both hands around her back and pressing her chest to him. Her big tits feeling amazing against him.
"Thank you, Sir, that perhaps wasn't needed professionally, but I needed to hear it today after commuting here."
"If you ever need to hear compliments, I'm your guy," he said and ended the hug. Let me show you around, he said, putting his arm around her waist. He led her to the other side of the office.
The office was a bit dark and slightly musky, but the candle light at her desk made it more cosy.
"What am I looking at?" she asked, confused.
"The new offices aren't finished, but until they are, I've put up this little work station for you," he said and pulled her slightly towards him.
The heat of her body spread through the contact point of her hip and the shapely thigh that pressed against his side. Heavens she was built for a different industry.
"Oh, that's quite handy when I'm your secretary," she said, beaming at the efforts he had put in. She hurried to the desk, bent forwards and smelled the roses. This is lovely, she said and he had to agree, her big ass was indeed lovely.
"I'm glad you like it, but you haven't seen the best part of the office yet," he said, stepping behind her and slid his arm around her bare stomach, pushing her big behind against his crotch as he drew her back.
Fucking hell her ass felt so good against him that he held her there for a few seconds too long before he slowly drew her with him. "We have something here that I hope you can use it," he said and opened the door behind his desk.
"A secret bathroom?"
