Theresa was a secretary in the office upstairs from me. I didn't see her too often, sometimes I'd bump into her in the car park before or after work and sometimes she'd drop some mail into our office that had been misposted. She must have been about forty six or seven but still had a damn good figure and was rather attractive. To me she always had this decadent look about her and always seemed to want things done urgently. I used to flirt with her a bit just to wind her up but she always seemed to enjoy it and loved playing up to it, I think she was probably quite flattered.
I called upstairs to her office one day on my way home to drop off some of her mail which had been misdirected to us. Thinking the building was empty I was surprised to find her in her office when I went upstairs. She was bent over a filing cabinet as I entered, her beige high heels setting off her shapely calves which were encased in tan nylons and her lovely bottom pointed at me invitingly beneath her crimson mid length skirt.
"You'll do somebody an injury bending over like that." I quipped as I entered. She turned her head to look round but remained bent over before me. She smiled broadly when she saw it was me.
"You could do me an injury anytime Tony" she retorted flirtatiously.
"I just might if you stay bent over like that any longer" I replied.
"So what are you waiting for then?" she teased.
"Don't tempt me I might just take you up on it."
"Well why don't you?" she said and wiggled her bottom at me.
This was getting out of hand and I didn't know if she was teasing any longer or not.
"You are joking aren't you?" I asked further.
"No." she replied very matter of factly, "Lock the door and I'll show you."
I could feel myself rising in my pants already as I turned to lock the door and she remained bent over the cabinet.
I locked the door so no one could disturb us and turned to look at her again. She was still bent over as I stepped forward cautiously.