Prior to my current job as a saleswoman for a corporate insurance firm I held a position as a secretary for a small business consulting lawyer. Not as a legal secretary, but as an office receptionist. That meant I had to dress up with the finest outfits, meaning only skirts or dresses, which is something I love to do all the time anyway. The following true experience took place when I was 38, approximately seven years ago.
I arrived at the office Saturday morning as usual at 8 am. I'm wearing a hot pink, longsleeve, wet-look mini-dress (about mid-thigh in length) with a keyhole collar, shiny bronze Gio rh&t stockings held up with a white-paneled 12-strap garter belt, a b-cup bullet bra, and 5" high heeled white-patent pumps. Oh, and a pearl necklace with matching bracelet completes my ensemble. My long, wavy, snowflake-white hair is atop my head in a pompadour.
It was only Mr.Hannan and myself in the office on Saturdays (in which the hours were only from 8 am to 12 noon), as his legal secretary, Stephanie, worked only the weekdays. That always left me with a little more work to do. At 8:45, Mr. Hannan came out of his office, briefcase in hand, and told me he had to run some errands and should be back around 10:00. I looked on his schedule and it seemed he had only one appointment with a Mr. Joseph at 9:00. He told me to forward his apologies and if he would like to re-schedule that would be fine, and at no cost to him, or he could wait or come back at 10. As soon as he left the office I whipped out my compact and touched up my layers of makeup and added another coating of high shine lip gloss.
At 8:55 Mr. Joseph steps into the office and I instantly become wet and aroused. He is a tall, handsome man, around 50, dressed in a well-tailored suit with very short salt and pepper hair. But what is best of all about him is that his skin was as black as the night.
"Good Morning Mr. Joseph".
"Good Morning to you Miss Petersen. My you look lovely today."
"Why, thank you! I'm sorry, but Mr. Hannan had to step out for awhile and offers his apologies. Something came up and said he would be back within the hour. Your welcome to reschedule if you like."
"That's quite all right Miss Petersen. Do you mind if I stay and wait?"
"Not at all. May I get you some coffee?"
"Yes, that would be very sweet of you." I exit from behind my desk and make my way to the kitchenette, passing him as he sits on the sofa, flaunting my gorgeous stocking-clad legs for him, and as my spike heels click on the wood floor. While pouring his coffee I had to be extra careful as not to spill it, as I was becoming unwound with lust.
I return to the reception room and hand him his coffee. Then I return to my desk, sit down and cross my nylon encased legs making that unmistakenly zzzip sound. "I'm sorry, I forgot to ask you how you take it."
"Black is just fine Miss Petersen."
