*Note: I have requests to hurry and finish the story. I enjoy the build-up of writing these. If I wanted to write a short one, I wouldn't be able to encompass all the details I like to include so much. As I said at the beginning of Chapter One, if you don't have the time to invest in this, go to another story. Most chapters will come whenever they get approved.
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Garrett's recollections often distracted him from his work. He sat at his desk, motionless, in a daze that wouldn't break until...
"Knock, knock," a silky-smooth voice came from beyond the door and, in, popped the head of Natalie, his receptionist. He watched her walk across the front of his desk.
"Mr. Conner, here are the fax returns you asked me to get for you."
"Thank you, Natalie. Just lay them there on the desk."
If Garrett wasn't a married man, Natalie would certainly be at his full attention, even though she was only a few years older then his daughter. He knew when he hired her it would be difficult to keep his mind from straying. He didn't hire her based on her looks, though that was a very nice by-product. She had plenty of motivation and he could tell she would be a very successful business woman when she graduated college.
Rebecca had told him not to hire her--that she was nothing but trouble. Garrett assumed she felt threatened, as she always did when he came into contact with beautiful members of the opposite sex. His wife had never realized how gorgeous she truly was, or at least she put up a grand front. She didn't talk to him for a month after he hired Natalie, and even after that, for years, she accused him of flirting with her when she had no proof. She constantly accused him of fooling around when he came home even the slightest bit late.
But she had reason to be jealous. Natalie was break-taking. She had dark brown, almost black, short hair, cropped neatly to frame her small, round face. Little points of it would dance about her face as she moved. She was almost intimidatingly tall, coming close to the height of Garrett. He figured she must be at least five-foot-ten. He loved her hair cut short, though he preferred long hair. Something about it was cute, yet sexy and completely different. Plus, he could see her incredibly gorgeous neck. She always seemed to stay tan. He thought maybe it was her complexion or she kept herself up well. He liked her dark brown eyes. They seemed to shine in even the dimmest lighting and had the look of a cat; aggressive and sly. They were almost always donned with square-framed, black-rimmed eyeglasses. Her jaw line was very distinct, with gorgeous lips that always stayed perfectly saturated with the newest shade of lipstick. Today was a darker red which made them pop with her complexion and hair color.
Garrett always noticed her delicate fingers since he was always looking at what she was laying on his desk. Thin, soft fingers, Garrett never saw them without perfect polish on her nails.
"Anything else, Mr. Conner?" Garrett found himself looking at her nails. He quickly followed her nails up to her face and smiled.
"I think that will do it for a while, Natalie. Thank you."
"Well, actually, Mr. Conner, there is one thing here I want you to see." Natalie pointed her finger down to the thin stack of faxes.
Garrett always seemed to take every little statement as sexual innuendos, it seemed. "Yeah, I'm sure there is something you want to show me," he thought.
"This quote doesn't seem to match up to the quote we received yesterday."
"Where is that quote," Garrett questioned. He slowly peered up, noticing Natalie completely bent over the front of his desk, still pointing to the quote after he had pull it in closer to see. He quickly caught a brief glimpse of her cleavage, pressed together by her arms, leaning over with her elbows on his desk. They looked miraculous, as they always did. She always wore very professional attire, but seemed to forget a few buttons on the tops or they simply plunged deep between her fabulous, young breasts. She knew she had a fabulous rack. Today she wore a thin, cow-necked sweater, which drooped considerably low on her chest. The folds of the sweater neck swayed back and forth as she adjusted her weight from one elbow to the other. Garrett could make out the front of her bra. Black lace. Garrett felt it coming on; that school boy desire burning hotter in his slacks. Quickly, he peered into her eyes acting as serious as he could.
"It's on my desk. I'll go get it"
Garrett watched her walk out of his door. Her office adjoined his, so that her desk faced directly into his office if his door wasn't shut. He had set the furniture up himself years before Natalie came on board. Her computer screen usually hid her face, unless she was telling him something on-the-fly or she just repositioned herself another way. Garrett felt like such a pervert sometimes. He could catch a peek of her panties every now and then, from under her glass desk. Many times he found himself in one of his trances, gazing at her incredibly long legs, always a sexy sheen running down them. He hated it when she wore pants.
Natalie leaned over the front of her desk to retrieve the questionable fax. He watched her feverishly flipping through stacks of papers. He followed her black, patent leather heels up the backs of her legs. "My God, those legs," he muttered quietly. He loved the backs of women's knees and found himself visualizing walking in and kneeling behind her and slowly licking and kissing them. He continued upward, admiring the silky, sheer black stockings tightly stretched around her thighs, until he came to the thin, black lace tops of the thigh highs.
"Oh.....my.....God," he muttered again. Garrett fell weak at the sight of a woman in stockings. Either thigh highs or knee highs, Garrett loved the way they framed the rest of a woman's body when naked. Thigh highs almost seemed to guide a mans focus directly to where it wanted to go, quickly. He intently stared at her lovely, long legs. She bent over further at times to reach things on the other side of her desk and Garrett watched every move. Her skirt lifted higher as she strained for another stack of papers. Garrett, awestruck, saw the thin, black garter clasps pulling on the stockings, the straps of the garter disappearing under her skirt.
He noticed her stand upright and quickly diverted his stare, peering back down at the fax in question.
"Here you are Mr. Conner." She laid the previous quote down beside the other fax, making sure each page was perfectly aligned with each other--edge to edge. He watched her slender finger sliding along the pages with a slow, seductive movement. "It's been too long," Garrett said to himself, finding the movement of her finger to be totally erotic to him. "I have got to get laid."
Of course that meant with his wife, which was going to be almost impossible with the problems they were going through.
"If you'll look here, these numbers don't match up." Natalie guided his eyes with her french manicured nail. Again, Garrett noticed the neck of her sweater hanging almost beside the pages. It lightly swayed, occasionally touching the desk. Out of his peripheral vision, he could see her fabulous cleavage once again. The neck of the sweater plunged so far down, and with her leaning, he could see almost all the way down her stomach. His pants began to tighten. Good thing his desk wasn't glass. He found himself searching for any possible way to keep the discussion from ending. He grabbed his calculator out of one of the desk drawers.
"Here, find out what the difference is between the first and second quote, jot it down and then compare both of these quotes with the others we received today." Natalie rose to leave his office. Without thinking, Garrett grabbed Natalie's hand.
"Well you can do it here, I'm interested to know what we're dealing with." Natalie slid the calculator closer to her, lining it up directly with the neck of her sweater. If Garrett knew any better, it was on purpose. As usual, he questioned if it was intentional or not. He knew he could never cross a line in the work place. It could be the end of his career. He watched her fingertips slowly pressing each number, but indulged on this perfect opportunity to check her out again. This time, in undisturbed detail. He took in every nuance of her partially exposed breasts. The way they seemed to kiss each other, softly pressed together. He wondered if they sat that perky without the bra, or if they swayed apart when they were released from it. It seemed to be only a wire and lace; no padding, no nothing. Simple and sexy.
Garrett looked at himself in his full length mirror he used every day to check himself before going out for business calls, lunch, et cetera. It stood on the opposite wall, in front of his desk, the large beveled glass leaning up against the wall, sitting on industrial casters. Garrett's face showed intense surprise. In full view, from head to toe, the entire back side of Natalie's form reflected in the mirror. The angle of the mirror, resting against the wall, gently guided his focus up the backs of Natalie's shapely, long legs. And there they were, the lacy tops of the stockings, the clasps tugging tightly to them, the straps digging into her tone, upper thighs. Garrett could barely make out the thin, black lace of the garter belt. He had never noticed the position of the mirror and its revelations to his yearning perversions before. Natalie usually never stayed in his office long enough for him to realize the benefits of the haphazardly positioned mirror. It simply sat there for him to tidy himself, before stepping out of the door. He chastised himself for letting almost a full year of this opportunity slip by, unnoticed.
