The new secretary came in wearing leggings and a white tank top like shirt that hung low exposing her very generous breasts that looked like D's. She had a slightly chubby body but I immediately was attracted to her. I couldn't get enough of her as I tried to make small talk but there was a ten year age gap between us. Eventually I was able to work out that she was, in fact single, a piece of information which I couldn't wrap my head around.
Lynn was 20 years old, 5'4, great legs and a perfect ass with a little tummy fat but that added to her cuteness. Her hair was long and brown hair, on her nose she wore glasses. I was enamored with her, trying to make her comfortable as I hoped and prayed for her to get up from her chair. Lynn had a habit of adjusting her clothing whenever she got up, pulling up whatever she was wearing in a little wiggle dance. It drove me crazy seeing this daily.
As time went on, I was able to make typical office talk with her: the usual "how's your weekend" or "how was the holiday leave." She would start to go in depth in her replied, which I took as a sign that she was more comfortable with me now.
I soon was added to her social network channels, such as Snap Chat. I'd text her whenever I needed something while she was out fetching the mail or running to other offices. Over time, I became courageous enough to text her things like "Good morning gorgeous." She handle my subtle flirting graciously, often replying with a "lol."
I remained her secret admirer, never letting her know I lusted for her. But certain cues started to make me wonder: my Snap Chat stories were graced with Lynn always being the first one to view; she would take her time bending over when getting water from the cooler in front of my desk; her butt wiggle dance had gotten a little more sexy over time and I could swear she always took a quick look over her shoulder as she was walking away from her desk, as if to make sure that I was looking. I chalked this all up to my imagination, thinking this young goddess would never encourage my private peep show or be interested in me.
My boss had left me in charge, that meant there would be just the two of us in the office for a week. On the first day, Lynn was late so my regular tezt to her said: "Good morning gorgeous. Are you coming in today?"
Soon she replied: "I just up. Running late but I'll be in." I thought nothing of it. When she did arrive, I noticed her wearing her usual skin-tight black leggings and a very low cut blouse. As I searched for pantie lines I was excited to find none.
The work went on as usual in the morning. Eventually she got up and did her cute wiggle dance which I found odd since she wore leggings and looked like you would have to peel them off her, that's how firmly they hugged her body. She threw a glance at me and I acted like I was viewing something on my phone while facing her. Secretly I would have wanted to catch a creep shot of her amazing ass in leggings but felt foiled with her glance. She walked up to the office door, locked it, walked back to her desk and sat down facing her computer.
But suddenly she turned back to face me. I had thought with the look on her face that I was going to get chewed out for blatantly checking her ass out but she seemed to have a difficulty in putting whatever was on her mind into words. She placed her hands between her knees and sat like she was going to start a serious conversation. But it still was several minutes before she finally opened her mouth to speak.
Lynn: Umm, I want to ask you something but I don't know how to say it. I mean I don't want it to be weird if I say it and its not mutual...
Me: (half laughing) Well just say it, I'm weird anyway.
Lynn: Well I... (pause) Ok, never mind.
