To say that I was busy would have been an understatement. The new large contract I had signed would generate a significant income in the long run, but in the short term it generated a lot of work. All the necessary investments along with the regular work were taxing my managing abilities; I needed an assistant. The employee responsible for human resources found a perfect candidate, her name was Stacy, she was young, had just the right level of education (overeducated people are the worst) and at the age of twenty two already had some experience; it seemed like a miracle that she was unemployed. Since Stacy could possibly become my personal assistant, I wanted to talk with her... personally. We set up a date and... things got complicated; I called Stacy to apologise and ask if we could postpone the meeting, she was understanding and agreed to my request. Merely two hours later it turned out that the problems could be solved quickly and I actually could meet with Stacy at the previously scheduled hour. My behaviour might have been unprofessional, but that was the state of my overworked mind at that time; I called my potential employee once again, she was incredibly amicable.
"I'm actually near your workplace, but I'd have to go home to put on something more professional. That's quite a long way, so how about we meet in one hour?"
"That would just be a waste of your time. Forget about the clothes and come as you are, I promise I'm not going to judge you by your fashion taste," I replied jokingly.
"Okay, I'll be there in a few minutes."
"Wonderful!"
Six minutes later Stacy entered my office and despite my age and experience I was astonished by her...height. At 172 centimetres I did not consider myself short AND I was wearing thirteen centimetre heels, Stacy had sneakers and was still slightly taller than me. She was pretty in the girl-next-door type, she was wearing tight shorts that ended right below her buttocks and equally tight tank top, her long blonde hair was tied in a simple ponytail.
People often assume that when a girl is unusually tall she must be a volleyball player; I made that assumption too, but based it on different traits. I used to play that sport as well in my youth and I could tell by Stacy's firm strong thighs and buttocks and her broad toned shoulders that she was at least a really dedicated amateur.
I stood up and went from behind the desk to greet her.
"Nice to meet you, Stacy. I'm sorry for all the confusion. Call me Samantha," we shook hands and I gestured for her to take a seat on the couch by the small table instead of my desk and took the place on the armchair myself.
"Nice to meet you too, Samantha."
My skirt was only several centimetres longer than her shorts and for a second we admired each other's legs; both of us being women we were fully aware of the other one's activity, but we remained silent about it. Instead we had a short professional job interview, fortunately for both of us everything clicked; Stacy was satisfied with the range of her responsibilities and wages, I was impressed by her skills and attitude. We also had a small talk about volleyball and she confirmed my suspicions; she played in a local semi-amateur team which was moderately successful.
There was still one more not so minor issue that I needed to mention, Stacy did not need to be a part of my motivational program, but I felt that she at least deserved to be vaguely aware of what was going on. I tried to explain it without giving too many details, but despite my concerns Stacy was astonished rather than shocked; and most of all she was curious and kept asking questions. My inner exhibitionist took over and I gave away a lot more than I initially intended.
"You wear slutty outfits to tease your employees and actually have sex with FOUR of them each Monday?" summarised Stacy with a grin on her face.
"When you put it that way it sounds rather promiscuous..."
"I'm not criticising you or your methods."
"Of course you don't need to be a part of this."
"I prefer boys, but having said that I wouldn't mind a bit of extra motivation from a sexy boss every now and then," she replied with a wink.
"You wouldn't?"
"Not at all."
"The others have to earn that bonus, but I'm sure we could find a method to incorporate you into the program."
"How about a freebie before we start?" with that Stacy uncrossed her legs.
I would be lying if I claimed that those long powerful legs did not tempt me, but was I not the employer? Who was supposed to be in charge here? I guess 'lust' was the answer to the last question, the overworked mind needed a vent.
"I believe it's within the realm of possibility."
At that Stacy stood up, put her thumbs by the waist of her shorts and asked:
"Would you help me take these off?"
At that point I was no longer the mature responsible boss, I was a woman in heat. I stood up only to squat in front of the young woman and pulled the shorts down her endless magnificent legs; I was not envious of her limbs, it was pure admiration on my part. The shorts were soon followed by the thong, at the same time Stacy took off her shirt and bra. I stood up and glanced at her nude marvellous amazonian body from head to toe... twice. Without the tight sports bra her breasts were finally free, they were as firm as the rest of her body, I estimated them to be C-cups.
Thanks to my heels our eyes were almost at the same level... and so were our lips, a steamy kiss was inevitable. While our lips touched Stacy began to undress me, when they parted she finished her task; soon I was left in only my sexy red lingerie. We shared another short passionate kiss, but it was not kissing that my young employee wanted to receive as the motivational bonus. After our lips parted Stacy sat back down on the couch, took off her shoes and spread her legs wide; no further prompt was necessary, I got on my knees on the thick soft carpet and placed my face by her cleanly shaven vagina.
"You seemed to like my legs, Samantha. How about you start a bit lower, at my feet maybe? Don't worry, I showered right before coming here."
That was another unexpected turn, but everything she said was true; I was indeed attracted to her legs and they still smelled of the soap. My lust overtook me completely, I grabbed Stacy's shapely foot with my palms and placed a soft kiss on its top, then I licked the smooth skin a few centimetres upwards and placed another kiss there. In that fashion I slowly proceeded towards the ankle, my palms scoured the path ahead by gently caressing the skin.
Stacy's calves were just as toned as her thighs, but with her muscles relaxed the flesh felt soft and tender. I kissed-licked-caressed my way upwards in a leisurely manner until I reached the thighs, there I slowed down even more. Stacy was an exceptionally tall girl and her legs were proportionately long, the muscles made the thighs thick and strong, but not fat in the least. I would not be exaggerating at all if I claimed that I had never seen such magnificent feminine legs from up close. How could I not worship them? I caressed and groped the flesh, and there was a lot of it. I kissed and licked the skin, from knees to the crotch; I never touched the clitoris though. Eventually I felt that this thigh had received enough attention (for now), so I proceeded to the other foot. I repeated the entire process just as diligently and enthusiastically, Stacy's breathing was getting heavier with each passing minute, but she did not act in any way that would suggest I should alter my behaviour or pace.
