"I realized a little too late that I must have unconsciously dressed a teensy bit too sexy for work .. and my therapist's appointment. When I saw him, he asked if I'd been sleeping better, because I look great. I will not deny that his reaction was delicious, but it's not like he isn't enjoying it, too. Do you think it's a coincidence that he's usually picking up his mail when I get there ... and walks up the stairs behind me?
Skinny jeans, shirt buttoned all the way up the back, thin studded belt and open toe wedge sandals. It was a new shirt and I really didn't realize it was *that* sexy paired with those pants and I was rushing out of the house in the morning.
It wasn't until I got to work and saw myself in the full length mirror in the bathroom that I was like "this is a bit much, I wonder what I was doing here?"
At least I have *some* self-awareness, if not a little late.
But now it was not my therapist staring at me, it was "the General", a former military officer turned businessman who is one of the Partner's best clients. And a client staring at my curvy body is definitely different from having my therapist gawking at my ass as I walk up stairs. Especially when the client is the General."
It was a little after noon on a Wednesday. The General's steely eyes noticed the Paralegal was dressed a little more sexily than normal when he stopped by her desk. He had hoped to have a brief chat with the Partner who handled his legal affairs, only to discover that the Partner was out of the office. The receptionist suggested the Paralegal might be of assistance, as she researched and drafted much of the work that was done.
But the General's mind was not on work as he noticed the tighter-than-usual top that highlighted the Paralegal's large breasts. The tight, silky top, combined with a thin bra and air conditioned temperatures afforded the General a view of the prominent nipples that were on display.
"Oh, God, I blushed as I realized my nipples were erect and poking out. There was no hiding the state of affairs given how light my new shirt was. And the General was looking straight at them. Not that I blamed him. I have truly luscious breasts and men always pay attention to them. Depending upon the man, it can seem a little bit creepy, but when it is a man like the General, I quite enjoy the attention.
You see, I like an older man who is confident and has a firm personality. It turns me on to think about having sex with a man like that; a man who knows when and how to take control of a woman. The General seems like just that type of man. I can picture his strong arms holding a woman as he fucks her intensely, both of them dripping in sweat as he makes her work as hard he does. I love when a man has his way with me; smacks my ass, calls me filthy names, doesn't treat me like some breakable china doll."
The General noticed her blushing and thought to himself that he needed to be more professional and not make the Paralegal feel uncomfortable. He did not want to be "that" type of guy who made a workplace awkward for women. His concerns were short-lived, however, when she smiled at him and unconsciously licked her lips, moistening the bright red gloss. Clearly she enjoyed the show she was providing. Then she turned slightly and his eyes went to the fantastic ass she had stuffed inside a pair of black skinny jeans. Upstairs and down, she had the type of body the General had never been able to resist, and had never wanted to resist.
Feeling a need to say something, not just stare, the General decided he should tell her what originally brought him to the office. Some questions he had about the Military Lending Act and how it applied to the reservists who worked for him. He was surprised when the Paralegal began to talk in what seemed to be an extemporaneous manner about the Act and its implications.
"He asked me about the Military Lending Act, a topic with which I was fairly familiar. I wasn't sure of his exact interests, so I started to give him an overview of the Act, thinking it would be a good way to discover what he needed.
I couldn't help myself, though. The thought of him staring at my titties and ass had gotten me aroused. The bulge in his pants had me thinking about what sorts of assets he might be working with. A man with a large cock is always nice to find, and if I was any judge of men, the General was working with some nice equipment.
When I talked about the need for disclosure both orally and in writing, I couldn't stop myself from emphasizing the word "oral" and dropping my eyes to his pleated trousers as I did so. I wondered what it would be like to wrap my lips around his dick while he held my hand and made me take him deep in my mouth.
When I told him that a creditor could not rollover a loan unless it offered more favorable terms than the original loan, I made a little joke about how rolling over could sometimes be extremely favorable. And I shook my ass for emphasis as I talked. The thought of the General rolling me over and smacking me on the ass sent shivers down my spine.
On the part of the Act that says a creditor cannot require the military person to submit to arbitration, I threw in "and they can't make you submit to anything else, unless you are the sort of person who likes to be submissive".
As I discussed the fact that closed- and open-ended loans had been brought within the scope of the regulations, I emphasized the world "open" both with my voice and by spreading my legs slightly and twisting a finger in my hair. I felt like I was practically inviting the General to take me on the spot. And I liked the feeling."
The Paralegal seemed to be giving the General a very good overview of the Act, but it was impossible to notice the flirtatious manner in which she did so. Whether she was discussing oral disclosure, or rollover loans or submission to arbitration, she made clear she knew the sexual connotations that went with terms of that sort. She spread her legs apart when she mentioned "open-ended" loans.
The General was trying to be a good client, but the seductive nature of the Paralegal was too much even for his well-disciplined manner. His cock hardened in his pants and he made no effort to hide the swelling from the woman in front of him.
