My name is Bob Bennet, I work for a large insurance company, the main office is in Hartford Conn. While I run a small field office in New York. I had three male agents and one secretary. Who was leaving to have her baby. It was my job to hire her replacement, so to say I was looking forward to it was an understatement.
One application immediately popped out from the rest.
It included a photograph of the applicant, Jill Watson, she obviously thought it was a good idea, and so did I.
It was a picture of her from the waist up. she had a white blouse on that was filled out to capacity by her thrusting tits; her face was sweet with full, pouting lips and just the right amount of makeup. Couple that with black round framed glasses, a perfect smile and blonde hair that framed her face perfectly.
I couldn't wait to see the rest of her. I emailed her and set up an interview, for the next day.
Jill was one interview I was looking forward too.
I was careful to arrange the chair that she would be sitting on, positioning it so as to give me the best view of her legs.
She was a little early, so I told her to take a seat. While I got ready. She perched on the edge of her seat, nervously tugging at the hem of her short dress.
I called her and she came in all smiles and had a confident air about herself,I liked her immediately.
She was overqualified, but since I had the power to set her pay, within reason. I knew I wasn't going to let her go.
She certainly was dressed to impress. Was I ever glad I had moved the chair?
She had on a black form fitting dress that came a couple inches above her knees, with off black nylons and four-inch pumps. The dress had a high neck, but there was still no way of hiding those juicy tits. They were almost too big for her body, which was otherwise petite. I would find out later they were thirty-two d's. What a catch this was for me, a dirty old man.
When I finished, I asked her if she had any questions?
She did, it was all the usual stuff about benefits, vacation and sick days and more. I gave her a packet with all the answers. Then she had one more, the dress code.
Months ago, I had found a dress code from the sixties in one of the closets, and had kept it just for laughs. It stated women are required to wear dresses or skirts with stockings and heels. Try and imagine getting away with that now.
I gave it to her,she read it, I was waiting for a laugh. She must have seen nothing wrong with it and said no problem, she was planning to do that anyway. This was great, good looking and gullible.
I told her she could start immediately. She flashed a brilliant smile, and said you won't be sorry.
As I watched her wiggle out of my office and started setting up her desk, in the process displaying her long legs in sheer black nylons.
I knew already I wouldn't be sorry.
More than once, Jill came back to my office with a question, she was unmindful how her ample chest bounced and swayed walking on those heels. She was the perfect secretary.
I looked forward to every morning; I got there a few minutes early and positioned myself to see her get out of her car. She was one of those girls that took a few minutes to get out of a car.
She usually opened her door, then had to check her makeup and hair. Before swinging her legs out, tugging at her short skirt as she stood up. The best show would be when she would get out of the car with her skirt almost up to her crotch, checking her nylons before pulling the wayward skirt back into place. The only thing better would be if she had stockings on instead of pantyhose.
Who could have guessed then what was going to happen?
Time flew by, Jill was out of the companies probationary period. I was able to give her a small raise without anyone knowing.
We had become close; we sat together for coffee breaks and lunch every day. My wife died five years ago. I was lonely and it was nice talking with her.
Plus, she was a pleasure to look at. Jill had taken to wearing sleeveless tops, my favorites were light weight wool tops, which she seemed to wear a lot. She had to know how she looked in them, and must have been happy with it.
The white one she had on today was so tight; every detail of her over filled bra cups was visible. On days she wore those tops I made up reasons to call her to my desk just to see her walk toward me. Jill had perfect posture; always with her shoulders back, with those magnificent tits jiggling and swaying side to side. All the time with that winning smile. I was starting to wonder what that cute face would look like with my cum all over it. That's the stuff dreams are made of.
Something was wrong at home ; she was starting to complain how much her husband was working. He was a partner at one of those local law firms. I had never met him, always taking for granted he was her age. Not so, it turns out he was in his late forties. So, she married an older man, which was a very interesting fact.
Later she asked to leave early on Friday it was their anniversary, and they were going out to dinner.
I said yes of course.
On Wednesday, Jill came in without a smile on her face, and barely said good morning. From being married that look meant only one thing, trouble at home.
At lunch we were alone in the break room, when she confided in me. Her husband had to go away for business the whole weekend. She was crushed, she had a special night planned.
I felt sorry for her. But at the same time, I was trying to make this benefit me. She wasn't her usual self. And I didn't push it.
After lunch she asked if she could use the company phone, for a personal call, as her cell was dead. I said of course, take all the time you want. Jill stood up and gave me a kiss on the cheek. With those perfect tits dangling in front of my face.
" Thank you, I wish all men were like you."
No, you don't, I thought as I smiled to myself and imagined those tits naked swinging free. Begging to be mauled.
One of the great things about our company phones I could listen to both sides of a conversation on my computer, without either party knowing. She called one of her friends, she was past the crying stage, now she was resigned to being alone. I closed my door, so she could talk freely. About fifteen minutes later, Jill knocked on the door letting me know she was done.
I started trying to look busy. Then I replayed the recording. First the usual girl stuff, then the bombshell. Jill told her she had bought a new black cocktail dress for their anniversary, but the kicker was that the sales lady had talked her into buying a corset and regular stockings as a surprise for her husband. The worst part for her was the only corset that fit her waist was a full cup size smaller than hers, so her thirty-two d tits were on the verge of falling out of the lace cups. At first, she said no. But the sales lady talked her into it saying he was one lucky guy to have a wife that looked like her. And she had to agree. Jill was standing in the dressing room looking at herself in the mirror. the corset was all black lace, with the bra part pushing her tits up and out, and with her stockings ending just below her firm ass. She had never worn stockings before this. She loved the look and feeling of her garters holding up her stockings. Boy, would her husband like this, she looked at the saleslady and said, " I'll take everything."
Her friend said she ought to wear her new outfit to work Friday, they were both laughing about the effect it would have on me. Then Jill told her, she had caught me checking out her tits and ass on more than one occasion especially in the mornings, when she got out of her car. She said it didn't bother her because I was a nice guy, and pretty harmless. Besides it made her feel good, and women need male attention and approval. The need to be desired.
When Friday rolled around, I took up my post by the window to check out Jill getting out of her car. Sure enough she was teasing up her hair, then the door opened as I held my breath, but no regular stockings. She did have on a super tight blue skirt with suntan panty hose. Jill was aware that her boss was watching her from inside, and decided to give him a little show. She didn't need much help. The skirt she was wearing had ridden all the way up, to her waist.
By swinging her legs out and standing up, her blue panties were exposed. She took a minute to pull her skirt down and closed her car door. Jill walked toward the office, laughing to herself about the show she had just put on.
"Good morning Mr. Bennet", she said with that beautiful smile
"Good morning, Jill you look very nice today"
With that said, we both went to our desks and started to work.
