Very nearly 55, I can now retire from my employment as a corporate insurance saleswomen if I wish. Family requirements dictate that I and all other family members work until this age (twenty hours per week minimum at age 45, of at which I took full advantage of) in order to benefit from near unlimited incoming royalties. However, my firm has asked me to stay on a while longer to keep a couple of long time accounts happy, so to speak. My employer doesn't come right out and say it, but I do believe it's my taste for glamorous, sexy business suits coupled with my gorgeous looks. It will be basically only sales visit's from time to time, and an occasionally trip to the office to catch up on any updated information that may be needed upon presentations. I do enjoy it, so it was easy to accept their offer with no time frames involved. Besides, it usually only entails a few minutes of showcasing my incredible legs and maybe answering a question or two. And today, was one of those visits...which includes my second meeting with Darren after getting re-acquainted with him yesterday after a three year drought you might say.
Things have gone so well lately. This new semi-retirement is going to give me so much more time to do what I love most of all. Couple that with my recent new stud Ngobo (you can read about him in my other stories), and now Darren showing up again! Things are looking very well indeed as of late. So, if this second go-around is going to continue and last, I simply must address some minor changes with him, as I won't be in the city as often.
So, without further ado, from the comforts of my vanity, of course, today's attire. I'm going with what I call my 'lady in beige' outfit. I heard the term one day while entering the elevator at work. Actually, the doors had just closed when I heard in a female voice just as the car started to lift, "Who is that lady in beige?" Unfortunately, I didn't get to hear any more of that conversation. Some inappropriate replies crossed my mind, but of course I kept my prim-and-proper mask on in the occupied lift.
I love the satin look and feel, as you are probably well aware, so a collared button-down, short-sleeved, cuffed satin blouse in a very light beige, nearly white, along with my diamond-studded four strand pearl bracelet on my right wrist and a silver banded wristwatch on my right.
A medium shaded beige, almost sand like in color, leather pencil skirt with a matching colored cotton blazer. Both the skirt and blazer have fine black pinstripes just over an inch apart throughout. This high waist skirt is just-above-the-knee in length.
Underneath I have on an c-cup white satin bullet bra and one of my usual 12-strap wide-paneled garter belts, this being of the white satin variety as well. And connected to those twelve straps is a luxurious pair of Cervin 10 denier rh&t stockings in gazelle shade. Well, that's what they call it, but it's a shade of earthy beige nevertheless. And so sheer and slippery on my already soft, smooth and lustrous legs. Slipping my legs over one another while crossing and uncrossing them is so effortless in these fine denier nylon's. And the zipping sound is still very prevalent, although not quite as loud as my vintage 15 denier Albert's, Hanes, Mr B's, just to mention a few, but still quite alluring. I love stockings...I wear them every day. Of course I'll forbore them in extremely hot or cold conditions.
As for my shoes, a new pair of 5" high pumps, in a glossy beige-fade-to-black. The heels are nude, or beige and slowly fade to black toes. I think they coordinate quite well with my suit.
My hairdo is still in yesterday's style...that is, a modified Marilyn Monroe updo. Just a bit of brushing and combing here and there, and a bit of adjustment to my rear swirl bun, followed by a spray of Connie's magic hair hold. I have an appointment with her later this week.
Just a tad of clear lip gloss to my already painted slut face, grab my coffee, business brief and clutch purse, and it's off to what I hope for is a somewhat successful day...
...Before stepping out of my Lexus at the parking garage I shed my driving flats for my original pumps, as I would never be caught wearing nylons in public without high heels. It's simply against the rules. 'Ding' as the elevator welcomes me to the floor of my destination. 'My, here already!' I say to myself as I was busy daydreaming and flaunting my legs on the short walk from the parking garage.
'Swish swish, clickety-click, swish swish, clickety click, swish swish' is what you can hear as I make my way down the near secluded hallway on the 8th floor. Oh, that swishing sound? That's from my leather pencil skirt rubbing against my faux-vintage stockings. Some people might get annoyed by it but I simply don't care, because I love it. It's kind of another signal that I use to further showcase my gorgeous legs.
I open the office suite door and quickly close and lock it behind me...and hear nor see any sign of him, which is highly unusual, until...
"Back here...this place has a private bathroom." (Swish, swish, clickety-clic) I made my way over to the open bathroom in the office rear. "What the hell is that sound? And it's not your shoes." I stepped into the spacious, immaculate clean restroom, letting his eyes gaze what is before him, as he sits on the double-sink vanity sideways naked from the waist down. Leaning against the end wall, he has one pitch black leg, or foot, resting in the closest sink to him, the other hanging off the edge, while stroking his very wet, very black, 10 1/2 inch glistening shaft.
