It was the morning of her big interview she'd spent last night prepping and had gone to bed early to sort out what she was going to wear lay it all out ready, and get and early night.
It was 7:30am and unusually she was up before me and in the shower, I wasn't in work until later so had time for a lie in. As she was getting ready, I noticed that she'd selected her favourite red work dress, that she always looked hot in and today was no exception. She sat on the bed as looked up from the covers and watched her put on her new black lace panties and matching bra set, to my surprise she then put on a pair of black holdups and not her usual black work tights. I was desperate to say something as she looked so hot but was conscious of saying anything out of order as she really wanted this post,
She was a little nervous. She put her favourite work perfume on and then slipped into that dress and wow she looked good. She walked past the bed and downstairs I was hoping to catch a bit more sleep, but I was drawn to go downstairs. When I entered the kitchen, she has made a coffee and was sat at the breakfast bar I could just see the top of her holdups and some light skin before the red started again, I could feel the bulge in my sleep shorts and quickly turned to brew up. She asked if she looked ok and I replied "yes very smart and professional" while inside I thought how I could just rip that dress of and take her there and then.
We finished our drinks and she said she'd have to go as she was being interviewed at 9:00am. I wished her good luck and watched her walk down the path to the car not taking my eyes of her legs and bum as it moved as she walked. I closed the door and thought I'd do some exercises, take a shower, and head off to work. At work all I could think about was how hot she looked every time I thought of the stocking tops my trousers tightened which is never good in meetings. I wondered how she was getting on and waited for a text or phone call.