We had a billing coordinator at the law firm who did a decent but not great job but lasted because of her looks. Carrie was about five foot, six inches and very thin. She was athletic and very slim. Her breasts were small, 34B at best. Carrie had a very pretty face with the slightest hint of a square jaw and a cute nose. She was a bottle blonde but kept it up very well. She kept it short. Carrie had the sweetest Texas accent when she wanted to use it to her advantage. As best I could tell her main interests were running and living off daddy's money while waiting to snag an eligible lawyer.
I eventually became office friends with Carrie after we had worked on a number of large cases together. We had several complex insurance coverage and recovery matters with multiple layers of insurance placed through different markets, so much of what Carrie did had little to do with actual billing. I frequently would stop by her office, which was an interior office off an internal passage, and work there with her calculating how to collect funds from and/or distribute money to various underwriters. The interior passage led to the floor's coffee bar and bathrooms, and sometimes I would stop by to talk if it was quiet.
Carrie had gone to an exclusive girls college in Virginia and seemed to be hanging around the law firm to pick up an Mrs. degree. She was intelligent and thoughtful and definitely working below her station as a billing coordinator. We frequently flirted up a storm, but innocently. I never asked her out because she worked for our practice group and I did not want to cause problems. She did not like her office, which was about five by eight feet, with a desk on one side of the door and a file cabinet on the other. She had a plastic and metal straight back chair between the desk and file cabinet for guests.
As Carrie and I developed our office friendship, she became more relaxed around me. Carrie would frequently sit in her chair and draw her legs up beside her. I didn't mind as her legs were long and toned from all of the running. Sometimes she would put her legs up on her desk, which was also nice as my chair was beside the desk and her dress would slip up and reveal even more leg. It seemed like sometimes she did it purposefully to get a reaction.
One morning I stopped by to say hello on my way back from the bathroom. She asked a couple of questions about a report we were drafting for the London market. I wasn't busy so I sat down and we started chatting. Carrie was wearing a bright blue dress, fairly plain in design with a high neck and short sleeves, which was cut just above the knee. After a few minutes, Carrie said that her feet were sore from running that morning and asked whether I would mind rubbing her feet. She had never asked that before.
Before I could respond she reached over and shut her door, kicked off her pumps, then turned in her chair and put her feet on my lap. I started to gently rub her toes and soles through her sheer, cream colored hose. Our conversation continued as I worked my way to her heels and ankles. Carrie slouched down further in her chair and pushed her legs further across my lap, giving me full access to her calves.
Intended or unintended, her slouch had also pushed her dress further up her legs.
As I glanced down at her feet I noticed that her dress was now at the top of her thighs. Carrie's hose were now revealed as stockings and garters. Both garter clasps were plainly visible below her hem line. I could also see that she had on white bikini panties, which appeared molded onto her pussy lips. A few hairs curled out of the cotton, confirming that she was a bottle blonde. My cock twitched with excitement and started to grow. I looked back up at Carrie, worried that my voyeurism had been noticed. Fortunately, she had her head back against the chair with her eyes closed.
Carrie's lips were slightly parted and she was breathing deeply. I continued to massage her feet and calves reaching up as far as I could, enjoying the silky smoothness of the hose and the firm muscles of her legs.
"Let me get your knees too," I said as I pulled slightly on her legs. Carrie's chair rolled a few inches closer to me, and her feet now extended over my lap off to my left side. They parted slightly further with the movement. Carrie's eyes remained closed. My hands focused on her knees and lower thighs now, rubbing gently across the front of her legs from ankle up.
"Oh that feels good, would you get the backs too" Carrie whispered, and then lifted her legs and bent her knees. I reached around her legs and began to work on the backs of her knees and lower thighs. She had her eyes closed, so I looked down to see if her charms were still exposed.
Lifting her knees and parting her legs slightly had, to my delight, lifted her dress still further. It was now bunched at the top of her thighs. The tanned flesh of her upper legs was contrasted by the creamy stockings and garter straps, the white panty and the blue dress. It looked like there was a darkened area on her panties, just where it would be if she was getting aroused. I found myself staring at the junction of her legs and torso as my hands continued to roam her legs. My nose thought it picked up the faint smell of woman's musk.
