From the time I started at my new job, one person in particular had caught my eye...the receptionist. There was a strong draw to her, she wasn't like other girls in the shop. She was short, curvy, and had this alt look to her. She had pierced ears and tattoos all over. There is something about ink on a woman that drives me crazy, it just adds a different level of sexiness. She had these big beautiful eyes and an ass that was so curvy it filled any pants she wore and pushed her skirts out just a little too much, her figure was curvy like an hourglass with perky, full tits. She also had this attitude about her which was funny but devious: you just knew she was holding something back under the surface.
If you know me, you know I have a thing for certain styles of clothing and colored hair. She would generally wear hoodies and jeans at work, nothing too crazy or revealing. But as I worked there longer, her attire changed. I don't think it had anything to do with me, but inside, there is a part of me that likes to believe she did it for me, for the attention.
Fast forward to another day when she walked in wearing this tight t-shirt that accentuated her perfect tits and flat stomach. She had on these short shorts from which her perfectly round ass was falling out of and her legs were wrapped in these fishnet stockings. Everyone was taking a longer look that day and it was hard for me to resist staring. The double standard of this world is cruel sometimes. Girls in the shop went up to her and said "damn, why are you so hot today, all that ass", if a guy did that, it would be creepy, right? So I resisted saying anything.
In my head, I had played out so many scenarios as the weeks passed. She continued to wear outfits that were just revealing enough, just tight enough to show off her perfect body. The straw that broke the camel's back was the day she came in wearing this borderline, too-short, layered skirt, It had a silky base with frilly black lace underneath. If she were to bend over even slightly it would show everything underneath, it was completely impractical for her to wear to work, but I wasn't complaining. With it she wore these black stockings with a horizontal lined pattern on them, boots, and then a button-down top that was unbuttoned showing off her ample cleavage and tied up at the bottom revealing her stomach. She wore a hoodie over it covering most of it, but unzipped just enough to tease me. There is just something about a low-riding skirt that sits on the hips just right. It took everything inside of me to not reveal my flustered nature. I did my best not to stare, but damn, was it difficult. I swear that I caught her glancing in my direction a few times and flashing a devilish smile. The thoughts began rolling in my head and I had to suppress the urge to say something or glance too long, after all, she has a boyfriend and I have a girlfriend. But my goodness, she HAS to know what she is doing, which makes it even worse for me. That day, I felt like she was bending over around me more than necessary, almost to tease me and even invite me to say something. I could swear she would glance out of the corner of her eye looking to see if she could catch my reactions. That evening we were closing together. We were the last two in the office as everyone had gone home. She was cleaning up and counting down the cash register, and I was organizing some files, and putting gear away. She came into the office to put stuff away in the office closet and I couldn't help but let my eyes wander as she walked by. She walked into the closet and bent over to put some stuff on a low shelf. She didn't crouch down this time, she fully bent over, allowing her skirt to ride up and reveal the black panties she was wearing that day. Her perfect ass was in plain view, barely covered. I turned around and found myself staring a little too long. Thoughts of grabbing her hips and railing her from behind were creeping into my mind. She giggled softly as she caught me staring then looked back down to continue what she was doing. After a few moments passed she spoke:
Giggling she asked, "Like what you see?"
I laughed a little to play off being caught. Clearing my throat I said, "Gotta say, your outfit game is on point today."
She glanced over at me and flashed a little smirk. Her eyes glanced up and down my body then she bit her lip, smiling. "Oh yeah? You like it?" She asked. "I noticed you kind of take an interest in my outfits," she said with a playful tone. "Don't think that I haven't noticed the attention you give me. I know you try to not stare, but it's ok...you can stare a little. I kind of like it." She said as she bit her lip again.
I gulped down my nervousness. "Oh...well...umm..." I stammered. I averted my eyes and ran my hands through my hair, exhaling nervously.
She giggled. "Little flustered?" She asked with a devilish smile. She let the smile get bigger as she began to let her thoughts start to wander.
I couldn't help but admire those beautiful lips as they curled up. They were so full and soft looking. I would be lying if I said that I hadn't had thoughts about them before. She began to walk over toward me.
I laughed nervously, "I mean, I will admit, I do enjoy your outfits, you have a fantastic sense of style. If you don't mind, maybe I will stare a little more from now on." I grinned.
She sat on the edge of my desk. "Haha, oh my! Well, if that's the case, maybe I'll give you a little more to look at from time to time?" She said in a playful and sultry tone. "What exactly do you like about my outfit today?" She asked as she glanced down at her body. She took a hand and ran it down her shoulder toward the buttons on her shirt, pulling it aside just a little to reveal her bra strap. Her other hand ran down her side to the top edge of her skirt. She played with it a little and ran her finger across her bare stomach.
