"Ok now, move the mouse over to this," I said as I moved the cursor over to the numbered box, "and…..Ta-da!" I said in raised voice as if building up for a dramatic finish. There wasn't any dramatic finish though. There hadn't been a dramatic finish the last time either or the seven other times I had tried to run this stupid computer program before that either!
"Shit!" I hissed scowling at the screen. Movement out of the corner of my eye turned my head instinctively. There stood Marcy, my newly hired on "customer service rep". Basically she ran the phones and collected the money for my auto repair shop. We had been swamped recently as the reputation of my shop increased so at the urging of my wife I reluctantly hired extra help. I added a third mechanic freeing me up out of the shop and Marcy came on to help at the front desk leaving me in just a supervisor role and to help out in the shop from time to time or in an emergency. Now Marcy wasn't my call, my wife hired her. See my wife is a schoolteacher and in the summers she helps out around the office, this summer was no different only now I was so busy I really couldn't afford to lose her. We talked about her quitting the teaching thing and staying but she loves the kids, what can you do? So she hired Marcy. Marcy is how should I say…stunning? No that wouldn't be close but you get the point. She is 5'7", brown hair with blonde highlights a body that won't quit and the most beautiful green eyes you had ever seen! I mean ever!
"Didn't get it up yet?" She asked with a smirk at her sexual innuendo. She had been doing that more and more lately! Sometimes I think my wife puts her up to it, I see them talking every now and then like women do, and then they turn and laugh while looking at you. Ok more like the teenage girls I have at my home with my daughter.
"You know when that salesman ran this thing he said it would cut down my book keeping work by half!" I said ignoring her remark. "I have been at this what 10 hours now? Piece of shit still isn't working!" I ran my hands through my rapidly receding hairline.
"You'll get it!" Marcy said with a smile. "I will see you tomorrow." She left and I watched her walk down the hallway, her hips swaying under her short skirt. I turned my attention back to the computer screen as I heard the soft chime of the door bell go off then the door close as Marcy left.
I began to click back through the screens in a vain attempt to find the one spot where I messed up hoping to fix it knowing full well I was going to have to re-enter the damn information for the ninth time that day. Just as I was about to go back to work at it, more movement drug my attention away from the screen. Expecting to see Marcy there again I smiled with surprise as my wife's lovely shape appeared in the doorway. She was wearing her long London Fog jacket that she would wear when it rained out.
"Hi beautiful!" I said looking her over quizzically. "Gonna rain out?" She smiled and looked down as she began to undo the belt of her jacket.
"No." She moved the jacket open to reveal her body clad only in Victoria's finest. Her bra pushing up her 36c breasting making them appear larger and with cleavage. With her red matching g-string and garter belt connecting to flesh colored stocking, wrapping around her legs and into a pair of fire engine red high heels with spaghetti straps holding her feet in. She placed her hands on her hips allowing my eyes to drink her all in slowly. I got to her shoes and was breathless. My wife at forty could make most 20 year olds bow their heads in shame of their body. How many men would comment on her then be stunned when I revealed her true age, of course I would never admit her age when she was within ear shot!
"Nice shoes!" I said with a smirk as I raised my eyes back up her body to meet her ice blue eyes. She smiled.
"Like them?" She said dropping her coat around her ankles then made he way over to me. She hiked up one foot and placed in on the desk in front of me, her small hand grasping my shoulder for balance as the perfume she wore intoxicated me.
"They are new." She pointed out as my eyes shifted to her g-string mere inches from my face.
"Well I like them." I stated flatly. "But I can't tell if it is the shoes I like so much or the foot in them." With that I leaned over to place a long lingering kiss on the side of her ankle.
"Then again, maybe it isn't the foot I like so much, perhaps it is the calf connected to the foot." Again I place a long lingering kiss.
"Then maybe it none of the three, maybe it is the thigh, more exactly the inner thigh." Now I traced my tongue along the middle of her thigh from where the nylons stopped and up along her warm flesh. I moved closer to her sweet smelling flower. I pushed the chair out from under me suddenly stopping my tongue trace and fell to my knees. Her eyes which were closed fluttered open.
"But perhaps it is the fact that there is a perfect match to that leg!" I said starting at her other foot and working my way up again. She brought her leg down and leaned her firm ass against the desk.
"Perhaps, it has nothing to do with your legs, perhaps it is these hips." I said kissing the bump of her hipbone through the skin. I felt both hands on the back of my head. Resisting my temptation I ignored her gently nudge.
