Janet is one of the most attractive women I'd ever seen in real life. A tall platinum blonde with long legs, curvy hips, full breasts and one of the best, round, asses you've ever seen. Janet could have been a movie star or a model. She was in her mid twenties and I'm sure was looking for a man who would take her as a trophy wife.
Janet is also my boss.
I never call her "Janet." It is always "Miss Winter." She made it clear on my first day that she would not be addressed by her first name. Of course, she called me Chris. She was pretty bitchy to me from day one. I think it was because she didn't like how I got the job.
My uncle runs several apartment complexes out of a small office. Well, my uncle doesn't really do anything. Most of the time he's out golfing. Janet is his office manager and she runs everything. Really it was more like Janet's apartment complexes and my uncle was just an unseen face.
I had finished my freshman year at State and was looking for a summer job. My uncle hired me to keep the small network of computers in his office working. The office only had two computers in it. My uncle let me buy another one so I had something to work with. The job was unnecessary and took no effort on my part. Janet clearly wasn't happy with it.
She did work hard, doing hours of accounting work and taking dozens of phone calls each day. Almost all the calls were dealing with the local managers of the apartments or the utilities that ran them. I didn't do anything. I spend 90% of my day staring at Janet's long legs.
There is only a small reception area at the main office that my uncle uses. Janet's large desk took up most of the reception area. She had set it up to her liking and aided in her efficiency. is set up there and it was her territory. When my uncle hired me, we stuck another desk in the small space and it really invaded Janet's office space.
My uncle does come into the office in the morning. I'm not sure what he does but he's not too productive. He has Janet running around, taking notes, making copies, doing all kinds of things. When he's gone, usually by 10 am, he locks the door to the office, and that pretty much keeps her cooped up with me.
Personally I love the show. Each time Janet gets up I get a peek at her long legs as they unfold from under her desk. Her heels click on the wooden floor and I get plenty of good looks at her firm ass as she bends over his desk or the copier.
After my first week, Janet had me move my desk to the corner. I suppose she felt like she had more space that way. I didn't mind because that gave me a better view of her legs. Janet's skirts never go past her knees. With the skirt she wears a nice blouse with a jacket that matches the skirt. She's always in heels. Heels that have four inches on the spike plus another inch of platform at the base. With her normal footwear Janet is almost six feet tall.
The best part is that she is always wearing nylons. From brown stockings that make her legs look like a rich coffee that I could drink for hours to sharp black hosiery that remind me of a slinky cat stalking a hallway. Most of the time she wears ultra sheer hosiery that blends with her skin tone and make it impossible to tell if she's wearing them at all.
Since I had nothing else to do at work, I kept a log of what I thought she had on. Stockings or pantyhose, if I could tell. What color I thought they were, if they had seams or reinforced toes and heels. On days when I couldn't tell I put "unknown" next to the category.
Mondays, when my uncle was in the office, she wore the exact same thing. A dark brown skirt with a slit in the back. Skin tone nylons that had a very faint seam with a reinforced heel and toe. A white blouse and brown leather pumps. I think the Monday nylons are stockings. I thought I saw a garter strap pressing against her skirt a few times. I was never able to confirm it though. I know her nylons had classic reinforced heel and toe with a darker shade for the reinforced area and under the foot.
Janet always dangled her shoes when she sat down. I'm not sure if it was just a habit or if she just liked to be a cock tease. Either way, it kept my attention! Every now and then she'd drop her shoe and I'd get a huge woody in my pants as I watched her silky nylon foot blindly search for the shoe then sneak back into it.
Her most common shoe was a 41/2 inch heel with a peep toe. I was able to see the seam of her nylons stretched across her toes all huddled together at the tip of the shoe. I would daydream about lying under her desk and looking closely at those toes. I would often drop something that conveniently allowed me to bend down and get a closer look. That peep toe was a window to what kind of nylons she wore.
Tuesdays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays she wore a mix of every kind of hosiery I can think of. Some days I saw the dark welt of navy blue stockings peeking out from the bottom of her skirt. Other days I would catch a glimpse of her as she bent over. I would study her ass for any sign of a garter belt and conclude if she was wearing pantyhose or stockings.
Fridays she often wore slacks, but she wore strappy sandals that showed most of her lovely size 6 feet. Janet wore nylons or fishnets under the slacks. The pants were always very form fitting showing off the perfect curves of her ass and thighs.
Janet was always cold to me, almost domineering. I tried to be subtle about sneaking peeks at her legs but I'm sure she was aware every time I was ogling her. I swear to God she enjoyed it when she caught me leering at her legs. She seemed to feel she had a power over me. When she would ask me to do things, such as bring her lunch, she would ways blink her big blue eyes at me and be sure to show off her legs.
After nine months of this constant cock tease I had decided that I couldn't hold back anymore. All too often I had to excuse myself to the tiny bathroom to relieve the pressure that built up in my pants. Often just the noise of her nylons rasping as she crossed her legs was enough to push me over the edge. I wanted to bend her over her desk and fuck her. Or have her suck on my cock. At the very least I wanted her to slide her silky stockinged feet over my shaft until I came all over her toes.
After a full three months of planning, I knew her patterns and her habits. I'd been stalking her on her way home and spying on her in her little town house on the other side of town. I had even watched her get dressed in the morning. Well only twice. I had to climb up on the side of her house and It was dangerous. But well worth it when I peeked into her window and watched her.
Today, I'm not driving to work. I'm driving to her town house and I'm going to break in while she's in shower. I'm going to watch her put on her stockings. And then I'm going to fuck her in her own bed. I parked several blocks away. In my hand is a small bag of "tools." The walk to her place is short but my heart is racing and I can feel my adrenaline flowing.
The neighborhood is very nice, and very quiet. The sun won't be up for a few more minutes. When I see her condo I am shocked. The garage door is wide open. Janet's car is still there.
I simply walk into her small garage and pressed the button to close the door again.
The sound of the door closing is loud in my ears and I almost expect her to come rushing out to see what the noise is. The garage door closes and nothing happens. Reaching into my bag I pull out a black ski mask and slip it over my face. It's time to grab Janet.
The inner garage door opens easily and. I creep into the dark house. Pulling out a small floor plan I printed out the day before, I study it quickly to get my bearings. The map was a layout of the townhouse. Every third house had the exact same layout and, using the map as a reference, I sneak quietly toward her bedroom.
The evidence of her breakfast is in the kitchen and I can hear the shower running as I walked up the stairs. The shower sounded loud as I sneak into her bedroom. Her large California King bed was raised up and peeking under it I find the perfect place to lie and wait.
The shower stops and for ten minutes I wait. I can hear her toweling off, then the sound of her hands sliding over her naked body. My cock starts to get hard as I imagine her applying baby oil all over her skin. Finally, Janet steps out of the bathroom and into the dark bedroom. The only light is coming from the open bathroom door. Janet is stark naked with a towel wrapped around her hair.
