She stood wedged beside me answering my office phone. Her hip was firmly pressed against my shoulder and her short black skirt left her long legs bare beside my face. I couldn't look, she was a tremendous flirt and revelled in the spice of risk.
I rummaged through the papers strewn upon my desk, performing for anyone who might peer through the glass walls and catch a glimpse of her leaning her hip against my shoulder.
"Mr. Jackson's office, how may I assist you?" she uttered in her gentle French accent.
She was twenty-three, statuesque and slender, her long auburn locks cascading down, complementing her emerald gaze. "Ahh, ha--yes--yes..." she chimed with a melodic laughter in her voice.
I knew she would handle the caller. My attention drifted from the conversation, instead drawn to the sway of her hips, the elegance of her legs, and the graceful movements that set my heart racing.
She slowly moved her hip in circles against my shoulder as I sat. Her long bare legs were within reach of my mouth if I had dared. My chair faintly creaked in time with her slow movement. I shifted my chair so that my shoulder was behind her, away from anyone looking into my office. My arm dangled behind her legs for a few seconds before I dared to slide my fingertips up those silken legs and hold her thigh. She didn't pause her subtle movement or her discussion on the phone.
Staff bustled about beyond the glass walls of my office. With my free hand, I reached for a folder, pretending interest in it while keeping a watchful eye on anyone approaching my doorway.
Her legs were bare, trim, and silky smooth. I caressed them and then I felt the warm moistness when I reached the clips of her body suit between her legs. One, two, three, I popped them feeling her young pussy exposed. She rocked gently while I fingered her soft, warm, and wet.
"Ahh, ha--yes--yes..." she said. She kept talking. I didn't know if anyone was on the other end of the phone any more. "Ahh, ha--yes--yes..." she said, winking at me, enjoying my fingers fiddling.
With luck, I dropped my arm from between her legs as she finished the phone call. "Yes, I will tell Mr Jackson. I know that he has been waiting for your call. Thank you. Goodbye."
My boss tapped lightly on my door. "Steve, can I have a word with you for a moment?" he asked.
"Of course," I replied, the dampness on my fingers causing them to cool as they hung in the air. "Come in, Nick."
He stepped into the room just as Louisa moved from the telephone to behind me, gently rocking my chair as she squeezed past. With complete confidence, she greeted my boss before making her way to her desk just outside my door.
"God, she is so hot and fearless. I know she can feel the air on her bare pussy as she talks to Nick. She could give a corpse a hard-on."
"Could you close the door, please, Louisa?" my boss asked as she passed. The door closed softly.
"I hope there isn't any trouble brewing, Steve. You know how the staff can be. A couple of them have been gossiping about you and your Personal Assistant. Nothing too serious, but you two do seem rather content--often. Just make sure you don't give anyone a reason to escalate it beyond gossip. Welcome to executive management."
"Oh, there's nothing to it. Louisa is just a cheerful woman, always bringing a positive vibe," I reassured him.
