To call Alison a flirt or tease was definitely an understatement. To call her a tart or slut was too cruel and a little harsh I think. I had to call her was Miss Wood or my sort of boss. I reported to her for daily jobs but for more things I reported to her boss. We got on well in our own little corner of the office, the only two that did the job we did. Alison was pretty, slightly older than me, blonde with a great body, pert tits and long slender but shapely legs. She always worn short skirts with tight tops or dresses that were figure hugging. She also always worn nylons with very high heels. She looked good and she knew she did and so did everyone else in the building, male and female.
And I had the best seat in the house right next to her. Not only did she tease the eyes but she would often make even the most boring conversation sexual. Double entendres and flirtatious comments would often make me laugh, blush or great hard. It also wouldn't be an ordinary day without her giving me a glimpse of her stocking tops and down her cleavage. Her up skirt and down top positioning known around the office and I got it first-hand. I think she got off on giving me an obvious hard on that I would struggle to hide and then ask me to 'get the teas in' so I had to stand up with my bulge in full view of her and I could hear her giggling as I awkwardly walked off to get the teas in.
Fridays were the worst or best depending which way I looked at it. Friday was dress down day but for Alison it was dress up day. Although her weekly outfit were teasing they were conservative and her stockings would be black, grey or tan. On Fridays she made sure she stood out from the crowd. She must have owned stockings that were every colour of the rainbow and more. She often wore bright red, yellow, purple even orange stockings and I would dream of her all weekend long, tugging away on my cock thinking of her in the sexy outlandishly coloured nylons but one Friday she went the extra mile.
I was already sat at my desk working when she walked in dressed in the shortest blue tartan pleated skirt, tight blue top and electric blue nylons. As she sat down I felt my cock grow hard instantly and as she crossed her legs I saw the darker banding of her stocking tops. I also noticed she wasn't wearing a bra and her pert tits were topped by her hard nipples poking through her thin top. "They're bright even for you Alison," I said after a minute or so trying to hide my erection and blushes. She laughed making her loose breasts wobble in front of me and making me throb even more. "Going out after work, 80"s theme. You not coming?" Her double entendre was nearly apt.
"No I didn't know about it. I'm busy anyway!" I lied. Well sort of. I'd probably be busy jerking off over Alison. "Shame," she said, "it'll be fun! Lots of women dressed in ridiculous outfit like this. Be a luv and gets the teas in!" She place a pound on my desk and smiled at me. Getting the teas in was what I was good at while Alison was the master or mistress of teasing. I stood up knowing my hard cock was bulging through my jeans. She looked directly at it and then at me and said, "I'll have a big one please!" She laughed as I walked off awkwardly as usual.
Just before 2pm Alison just out of her seat making her short skirt flap up in front of me, blue stocking tops in full view. "I got a meeting until half past. Get the teas in for when I get back luv!" Just before half two I went for the teas and caught site of the woman in blue walking towards the stairs back to our office. As I climbed the steps I looked upwards and almost dropped the teas. I saw directly up Alison's short skirt. I saw her stocking tops, thighs and her bare cheeks and plump, smooth, naked pussy lips. She wasn't wearing any knickers.
My cock once again stiffened immediately and I saw Alison turn her head, look down and saw me looking up. A broad smile on her lips. At the top she stopped and waited for me, giving me a prolonged view of her in her naked glory. I was amazed I made it to the top of the stairs as it felt like all the blood in my body had either flowed to my face or cock. "Is that mine? Thanks!" She said taking one of the cups. "You ok? You look a little flushed! It is a shame you're not coming, out later!" We walked back to our desks and I tucked myself under the desk as my cock continued to throb harder and harder. Fuck this woman has no boundaries I thought as her stocking tops were on view again and nipples poked almost painfully through her top. A minute to four Alison turned off her PC and turned to me. "Right I'm off to have some fun! Have a nice evening and weekend and I'll see you Monday! Don't do anything I wouldn't!" She left me thinking that what she wouldn't do would be a very short list.
I got home around 5pm and wanked for an hour thinking about Alison, her stockings and her naked pussy and bum. I came hard squirting a huge load over a picture on my PC of a woman in electric blue stockings. Just before 12 o clock I was about to switch off my computer and go to bed when I got a friend request on Facebook from Alison Wood. I accepted and waited to see if there was a message. It didn't take long for one to come through.
"Hi Mark! You missed a good night!"
"Hi Alison! Glad you had fun!"
"God I'm so pissed! What you been doing all night? Being boring or keeping busy?"
"Keeping busy doing stuff!"
"I bet! Bet you been thinking about my little secret! Lol!"
Fuck. Did she know I'd seen her? I grabbed my cock which was getting hard again.