Vanessa Church placed the stocking over her painted toes. She slowly drew it across her foot and rolled it up her slim calf. She loved the feel of it against her skin. Up over her knee and onto her thigh. The higher she drew the nylon, the more her confidence rose.
With a deep breath she stretched and smoothed the hose; secured to the top of her thigh by a firm band, unseen beneath the attractive lace pattern at the top. She repeated the process with the other stocking.
Vanessa looked to the large dresser mirror she was sitting crossed legged in front of. She admired herself; naked apart from the stockings. Vanessa liked to admire herself. She felt extremely sexy. Her self-esteem relied on her feeling 'sexy'.
"Not bad for a 45 year old," she spoke out loud, her eyes fixed upon her breasts, which remained firm and round, the nipples pointing straight out.
She placed her hands beneath each of the plump globes and lifted them; weighing each in her hand. Then she moved down across her belly bump. Vanessa didn't like to acknowledge her bump, but no amount of exercise could eliminate it altogether. She uncrossed her legs and separated her hands to avoid her most sensitive region. Her heart beat faster as she brought them to rest on the naked flesh, just above the hose.
Watching her actions in the mirror saw Vanessa feel the early signs of arousal. She noted her nipples had hardened. She rubbed her thumbs lightly along her nude lips. They were smooth; denuded of any hair. She bit her lip and swallowed hard, pulling the lips slightly apart allowing her bud to see the light of day.
"No time for this Vanessa, you handsome woman," she thought to herself with a deep sigh.
Vanessa reached for the light blue, sheer blouse and slipped it on. Her fingers shook as she tried to button it. Even the confidence drawn from her looks couldn't overcome her trepidation over the task at hand.
"Nerves," she thought, contemplating her first job interview in 25 years.
Vanessa had not worked since becoming pregnant with her first child. Another had quickly followed and Vanessa had settled down into full time motherhood. Thoughts of her ex-husband Paul caused her to leave the buttons, her confidence now draining from her.
"Fuck him," she thought as memories of Paul leaving her for her best friend Sue Webster flooded in. "How could he possibly leave this for her?"
Vanessa felt Sue's looks were not a patch on her own. One of the reasons she had maintained the friendship was that she felt Sue's dowdiness made her look that much more attractive. The fact that one year earlier Paul had left her for plain Sue was something she still could not fathom. With her whole self-worth tied to how she looked and her ability to attract men, this had been an enormous slap in the face.
With her job interview less than one hour away Vanessa fought to regain composure.
"If he wants to be seen with that hippy bitch, then good luck to him. She'd not stand a chance of getting this job today. She'd show up in her home-made, alternative clothing and they wouldn't let her in the door. What they'll be after is a woman who knows how to present herself. A woman like me."
Vanessa felt the confidence surging back. She resumed dressing, pushing thoughts of Paul and Sue out of her mind.
Vanessa stepped into the silk, lace trimmed panties which matched her nylons. She pulled them up her thighs and watched her sex disappear.
"Beautiful long legs," she said out loud, again admiring herself.
Her confidence now fully restored she slipped into the pencil thin, black skirt she'd chosen as appropriate attire for a PA's job interview. It came to just above the knee, but when she sat it would slip higher. Showing some leg was important to Vanessa. Buttoning the remaining buttons, she tucked in the blouse and moved to her full length wall mirror. She pirouetted to admire herself further.
"I just love dressing in nice clothes. I suit them and they suit me," Vanessa thought.
She noted her erect nipples clearly showing through. To go braless to the interview was a huge gamble on her part, but one she'd determined to take.
"Still my best feature," she thought as she felt the slight tingling in her nipples. "I know nothing about being a Personal Assistant," she thought, "but I have great assets, so I may as well flaunt them. By the time I return this evening, I'll stand before this mirror, an employed woman."
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Ironically it had been one of Paul's former friends who had contacted Vanessa about the position. Her surprise was tempered somewhat by the fact Jack and Paul had fallen out in the past year.
"Sonya told me you were after a job, but didn't know where to start," Jack said referring to his wife; Vanessa's friend. "There's the chance of a position at Carson and Co. I thought you'd be perfect for it. Give young Mike Carson a call and say I recommended you."
Vanessa had been hesitant at first.
"Surely a young man will be looking for a young woman," she thought.
However the more she looked in her mirror, the more she convinced herself that she could outshine any young bimbo.
There was another consideration. Financially she couldn't survive without an income of some sort. Paul had left her the apartment and some money. She'd heard Sue had insisted he do this.
"Typical of her," Vanessa thought spitefully, determining if the roles had been reversed she'd have given Sue nothing.
After nearly a year that pool of money was drying up. Her friends had attempted to pair her up with a number of eligible divorcees, but she'd rejected them all as not up to her standards.
"Not good looking enough." "Doesn't dress fashionably." "Can't keep me in the manner that I deserve."
Vanessa knew the right man would find her. When she looked in the mirror and saw how beautiful she was, she felt it only a matter of time. However, until this occurred she required an income.
Although she had little in the way of experience, she phoned and made an appointment with. The reception she got from Mike Carson when he called her back made her thankful she'd taken the plunge. He was very upbeat, said he'd heard all about her from Jack and was very keen to meet with her. An appointment had been arranged and now that day had arrived.
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"Right then! I think you could be just the person we're looking for Vanessa," Mike Carson said with a broad smile.
Vanessa's spirits soared.
"Yes! I knew I could do it; and here's your reward young man," she thought, as she re-crossed her legs, allowing her skirt to ride a little higher.
"Oh; thanks Mike; thanks so much; that's great," she gushed.
"It's no problem. You've really impressed me and I think you're someone who could run this office with real efficiency."
"Does he really think that?" she thought, swallowing hard.
Vanessa knew she hadn't interviewed at all well. Half the things he'd asked her about about she hadn't any idea what he'd been talking of. Still he'd liked her looks. She could tell that. His eyes had often dropped down her body as she sat cross legged on the chair facing him.
"When would you want me to start?"
"What about I have Liz call you tomorrow."
She saw his eyes leave her face and glance down at her legs, before returning to her face. It was subtle. Other women might not catch it. Vanessa always noted it.
"Oh yes, he likes what he's seeing," she thought. "Here I am a middle aged women and he couldn't be older than 30. He's handsome as well and he's enjoying eyeing an older woman."
"OK; thanks Mike. Look I really appreciate this. I'm just so grateful," she said.
"Hey it's no worries. You're an attractive women Vanessa. The office would be a brighter place if you were a part of it," he said, now standing and offering her his hand.
Vanessa grasped it, her small hand dwarfed by his. He helped her stand. Her skirt dropped to cover her thighs.
"Thanks Mike."
"No need to thank me Vanessa. Look; it's five o'clock; why don't we seal the deal by going for a drink?"
