"It's about time that I got an assistant." I thought to myself. Paperwork had been killing me and my in basket was continuing to grow as I had to stay later and later at the office. Then again, I mused, it's not that I had a lot to go home to. My last girlfriend and I had broken up when I learned that she had wanted to sleep around. Enjoying the bounty of beautiful women as she put it. I was looking for a monogamous relationship so we parted ways. The breakup was amicable enough and we still sort of kept in touch. But, I noticed sitting behind my desk looking at the computer screen, she got her wish and I didn't. It had hurt me that she had wanted to see other women. Wasn't I good enough? This thought made me sigh in frustration. Looking back at all the work piled up, I decided to ask HR for some help. There was always a pool of interns looking to learn the ins and outs of the legal profession. So, why the hell not. I deserved my own little gofer myself, dammit.
After writing and sending the email, I realized that I wasn't going to get anything more accomplished so I decided to call it a night. It was long after most had gone home to their more exiting lives anyway. Powering down the computer and locking up, I made my way to the elevator. On the ride down, I tried to imagine the last time that I had sex that was not with my own hand and toys. It's not like I wasn't attractive enough. Looking at my reflection in the shiny mirror that made up the elevator walls, I appraised my looks. Long blonde hair framed a pretty face which at this time looked rather tired. I tried to keep myself in great shape and if the looks I received from the men at my gym, I was succeeding. But I never let them get too close. Even the few women there who were coming on to me, I rebuffed their advances. I don't know what I was looking or waiting for. That though frustrated me even more.
Once home, I stripped to my panties, pored myself a glass of wine and sat in my favorite chair, letting everything bothering me wash away. I started rubbing my neck, wishing there was someone to do it for me. As my hand worked at the tense muscles in my shoulder, my arm kept brushing against my tit, causing my nipple to harden under the friction. Trailing my hand down to my breast, I cupped it, feeling the weight of my tit. I started to tweak my nipple gently between my thumb and forefinger as I took another sip of wine before putting the glass down. I dragged my other hand down to the crotch of my panties before pushing the fabric aside and plunging two fingers into my pussy hole, my thumb caressing my clit. Harder and harder, I worked my hands. Pinching and pulling my nipples, scraping my clit with my thumbnail while the two fingers buried in me, I curled, touching my g spot. I brought myself off to a very satisfying orgasm, arching my back off the chair and screaming out. Sighing in contentment, I sat there for a minute basking in the glow before reaching out to grab the glass and take another sip. My cunt cream left marks on the glass and I could smell myself when I brought the wine to my lips to sip. Downing the wine in a gulp, I put the glass down before bringing my fingers back up to my lips. I delicately cleaned my fingers off with my tongue just to dip them under my panties to gather more of my juices. After gathering and tasting all I could, I took a long, lingering bath quickly followed by sleeping naked in my soft, comfy bed.
After my morning routine, I arrived at work expecting more of the same old high tension work that had been recently plaguing me. I was then shocked when, at around two, I received an email back from HR stating that my assistant had been approved and that I should be expecting her tomorrow. I opened the attached file eagerly and my eyes feasted on what I thought was one of the most beautiful young women that I had seen in a very long time. Skin the color of the richest milk chocolate, full, inviting lips and gorgeous dark, almost black, eyes started back at me from the screen as I quickly scanned for her information. Keisha was in her third year of college, top ten percent in her class and on a full athletic scholarship. I read and reread the entire file all the way through before gazing back at the picture. Something about her was so alluring that I could not look away. The knock on the door startled me awake. My boss was smiling at me. "Can't wait for the help to arrive, huh?" I closed the file and the email, inwardly embarrassed at myself and not wanting Miss Whitten to see it opened.
"Yeah. It will be nice to have someone that can ease my load." We both laughed a little and I quickly returned to my work. Every so often though, I would reopen the file and just gaze at the picture. I was getting worked up and couldn't help myself as my hand reached under my skirt and surreptitiously touched the crotch of my panties. God, I was soaked. Thank goodness that I had worn a black skirt today, I thought to myself. Shaking my head, I left to go home.
That night, as I laid in bed, my mind kept going back to Keisha's picture. I had to finger myself twice just to be able to slip into a fitful slumber. Two large cups of coffee and a long shower helped me wake up the next day. I decided to skip the gym and took a little longer to put on my face. I didn't really know why either. It's not like Keisha would take one look at me and jump my bones right there in my office. Hell, I didn't even know if she liked women. Interoffice romances were kind of frowned upon but not forbidden as long as it didn't impede work but, being in law, I knew inside and out the ramifications of workplace sexual harassment and didn't want to go anywhere near there. I was a big girl. I could control myself. So, into the office I went.
At 9:30, I heard a knock on my door. I went and opened it and there she was. Unfortunately for me, her picture didn't do her justice. Damn, she looked good. After a pregnant pause, Keisha delicately coughed. "Um, Miss Smith?" That snapped me out of my reverie. Smiling I moved aside, inviting her in to my office.
"Sorry about that. Still trying to wake up." I smiled and offered my hand. "Pam Smith. Please have a seat."
"Keisha Stuart. Thank you." She smiled a dazzling smile of her own. I gave her a brief interview and after that, told her what I expected her to do. The file was right about her. Keisha listened intently to what I was saying, asking clarifying questions and making sure she knew exactly what I wanted. As she was sitting there across from me, I couldn't help myself and my eyes traveled over her body. Her blouse, an off white contrasted nicely with her dark skin. The top two buttons were undone and just the barest hint of cleavage shown. Tucked in to her skirt as it was, the blouse was pulled tight and every time she turned to her left, just a little of her lace on her bra shown through. At the rate this was going, I was going to have to run to the bathroom just so I could get some relief. But I made it through without embarrassing myself too badly I hoped and she and I started the workday.
