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I remember the first time I saw her.
My previous assistant moved on, supposedly to bigger and better things, and I was looking for a new assistant as a result. I’d gone through a ton of resumes, and had found very few promising prospects. After sifting through an endless stack of unqualified candidates, I’d found three who looked like they might make the cut.
I had all three come in for interviews. They all seemed like they could do the job. Bella stood out. Her credentials were good; in fact, she was maybe a bit overqualified. What I noticed most about her upon meeting her was how feminine she was. Maybe girly would be a better way to put it. Maybe it was because she was the only one who wore a dress to the interview. Maybe it was because she was the only one who wore hosiery to the interview. No, it was because she was the only one who wore both hosiery and heels to the interview. She wore tan hosiery and white Mary Janes with two straps and four-inch heels. She was short and might have worn the heels to get some height, but it made her very girly, sexy, and innocent all at once. I did my best to conduct a proper interview, but I’d pretty much made up my mind. A couple days after the interview I called her and offered her the job. She accepted.
She started two weeks later and I was genuinely glad I’d hired her; she did excellent work, and we got along very well. It was as if we’d known each other for years after just a few days. It made things go very smoothly, and I was grateful that my decision to hire her was the right one.
As an added bonus, her girly appearance from the interview appeared to be a daily thing. Skirts and dresses, hosiery, and heels were worn every day. I tried not to stare too much, but it was a difficult thing. I know she caught me a few times, but she never said anything. A few times she grinned. Once she shook her hips a little. I was glad she didn’t seem to mind.
She never wore those Mary Janes to work again, though. Six months later, and they hadn’t made an appearance. I mean, I loved seeing her in any heels, but those, well, for some reason they’d really made an impression. In fact, I often found myself thinking about how she looked that day and how I would love her to show up to work dressed like that again.
As time went on, we found ourselves flirting with each other more at work. Nothing serious, just mild flirts that nobody would think meant anything. Well, I wanted them to mean something, but I wasn’t going to press. I did try to think about work and getting things done instead of Bella. That wasn’t easy.
One day during a slow afternoon we were hanging out in my office making small talk. It was casual, there was flirting, and I thought maybe I could push a small amount.
“Bella, mind if I ask an odd question?”
“Go ahead.”
“How come you never wear those Mary Janes you wore to the interview?” My heart was racing a bit after asking this, and I felt a bit silly, but I’d gone and done it. No taking it back. I just hoped she wouldn’t think I was a total weirdo.
“Oh, you liked those?” She seemed a bit coy.
“Well, yes, um…”
“Trying to make a personalized dress code for me?”
“Well, no…”
“It’s ok. Maybe I will wear them soon.” I was pleased to hear it, but decided not to say anything else. I changed the subject and we went back to work.
A week or so later she showed up at work dressed exactly as she had for her interview. Cream colored dress, vintage tan stockings (or so I hoped) and the double-strap Mary Janes. I tried not to get too excited but that was impossible. She didn’t seem to mind me looking. In fact, I could have sworn she struck poses for me from time to time. The payoff came, however, at one point when she came over to my desk and was showing me a few things. She bent over at the desk and her dress pulled up just enough to show a stocking welt and garter. I looked out the corner of my eye but tried not to be obvious. She finished showing me what she was showing me and moved back to her desk. I wished I’d had the guts to try something, but I had held back. I decided if she did it again I was at least going to make a comment.
My opportunity came that afternoon. Bella came in again to show me something. She came around the desk, stood next to me, and bent over, placing the work on the desk. Her dress pulled up a little, revealing her stocking. I decided it was time, but I surprised myself with what I did.
I put my left hand on the back of her right leg, fingers on the inside. I gripped her leg and said, “I like these stockings, you should wear them more often,” as she gasped a little in surprise. She didn’t move, but took a couple of deep breaths and replied.
“I wear stockings to work every day. I’m glad you like them.”
I moved my hand up a little. Her next breath came out a little ragged. “I’m glad you wear stockings every day. I wish I’d realized it sooner.” I moved my hand up. She spread her legs a little. My hand got up to her panties. They were warm and just a little moist. “Stay right there,” I said as I stood up. Her breathing was short and hitching.
“Uh-huh,” was her reply. I stood behind her, pulling up her dress, putting it up on her back. She also had her panties on over her garters. I liked that. I started to pull them down slowly. She wriggled her body to help. Once they got down to her knees I let them drop. She stepped out of them. I grabbed her shoulders and stood her up, kissing the side of her neck. Her breathing was a fairly fast now. She was really turned on.
“My husband…” she said, out of breath.
“What about him?” I asked, similarly breathlessly.
“He… I told him…”
“What?”
“I told him about you asking about my Mary Janes. He said it was obvious you wanted to fuck me. He told me it was ok.” My cock got a lot harder in a hurry. I was ready to bend her over and go crazy, when suddenly she pulled away.
“Here, I want to lie on the desk. Is that ok?”
“Of course it’s ok.” She lay on her back on the desk. I spread her legs and entered her slowly. She wrapped her legs tightly around my back and I started to thrust. It was incredible being inside her. Her moans made me harder and harder. I was ready to come and tried to slow down. She noticed this.
“Oh no you don’t,” she gasped, “go harder!” I thrust harder, not caring if I didn’t last another second. All of a sudden her orgasm erupted in her. I couldn’t last any longer. I came harder than I could remember. We both lay there for a few moments afterward, breathing hard, enjoying. I pulled out and we both dressed the little bit that we needed to. I sat in my chair and surprisingly, she sat right in my lap.
“You know, boss, this fringe benefit is kind of nice,” she said. “I hope you enjoyed yourself.”
“Of course I did, Bella,” I replied. “Any chance we could do this again?”
“I’ll tell you what,” she said with a wicked grin, “next time you see me dressed in my interview outfit, we’ll do it again.” She was true to her word. She wore that same outfit fairly frequently. Sometimes we did it first thing in the morning, sometimes later in the day. Regardless of the time of day it was always incredible sex with a beautiful woman who was also the best assistant I’d ever had (even without the fringe benefits).
My previous assistant moved on, supposedly to bigger and better things, and I was looking for a new assistant as a result. I’d gone through a ton of resumes, and had found very few promising prospects. After sifting through an endless stack of unqualified candidates, I’d found three who looked like they might make the cut.
I had all three come in for interviews. They all seemed like they could do the job. Bella stood out. Her credentials were good; in fact, she was maybe a bit overqualified. What I noticed most about her upon meeting her was how feminine she was. Maybe girly would be a better way to put it. Maybe it was because she was the only one who wore a dress to the interview. Maybe it was because she was the only one who wore hosiery to the interview. No, it was because she was the only one who wore both hosiery and heels to the interview. She wore tan hosiery and white Mary Janes with two straps and four-inch heels. She was short and might have worn the heels to get some height, but it made her very girly, sexy, and innocent all at once. I did my best to conduct a proper interview, but I’d pretty much made up my mind. A couple days after the interview I called her and offered her the job. She accepted.
She started two weeks later and I was genuinely glad I’d hired her; she did excellent work, and we got along very well. It was as if we’d known each other for years after just a few days. It made things go very smoothly, and I was grateful that my decision to hire her was the right one.
As an added bonus, her girly appearance from the interview appeared to be a daily thing. Skirts and dresses, hosiery, and heels were worn every day. I tried not to stare too much, but it was a difficult thing. I know she caught me a few times, but she never said anything. A few times she grinned. Once she shook her hips a little. I was glad she didn’t seem to mind.
She never wore those Mary Janes to work again, though. Six months later, and they hadn’t made an appearance. I mean, I loved seeing her in any heels, but those, well, for some reason they’d really made an impression. In fact, I often found myself thinking about how she looked that day and how I would love her to show up to work dressed like that again.
As time went on, we found ourselves flirting with each other more at work. Nothing serious, just mild flirts that nobody would think meant anything. Well, I wanted them to mean something, but I wasn’t going to press. I did try to think about work and getting things done instead of Bella. That wasn’t easy.
One day during a slow afternoon we were hanging out in my office making small talk. It was casual, there was flirting, and I thought maybe I could push a small amount.
“Bella, mind if I ask an odd question?”
“Go ahead.”
“How come you never wear those Mary Janes you wore to the interview?” My heart was racing a bit after asking this, and I felt a bit silly, but I’d gone and done it. No taking it back. I just hoped she wouldn’t think I was a total weirdo.
“Oh, you liked those?” She seemed a bit coy.
“Well, yes, um…”
“Trying to make a personalized dress code for me?”
“Well, no…”
“It’s ok. Maybe I will wear them soon.” I was pleased to hear it, but decided not to say anything else. I changed the subject and we went back to work.
A week or so later she showed up at work dressed exactly as she had for her interview. Cream colored dress, vintage tan stockings (or so I hoped) and the double-strap Mary Janes. I tried not to get too excited but that was impossible. She didn’t seem to mind me looking. In fact, I could have sworn she struck poses for me from time to time. The payoff came, however, at one point when she came over to my desk and was showing me a few things. She bent over at the desk and her dress pulled up just enough to show a stocking welt and garter. I looked out the corner of my eye but tried not to be obvious. She finished showing me what she was showing me and moved back to her desk. I wished I’d had the guts to try something, but I had held back. I decided if she did it again I was at least going to make a comment.
My opportunity came that afternoon. Bella came in again to show me something. She came around the desk, stood next to me, and bent over, placing the work on the desk. Her dress pulled up a little, revealing her stocking. I decided it was time, but I surprised myself with what I did.
I put my left hand on the back of her right leg, fingers on the inside. I gripped her leg and said, “I like these stockings, you should wear them more often,” as she gasped a little in surprise. She didn’t move, but took a couple of deep breaths and replied.
“I wear stockings to work every day. I’m glad you like them.”
I moved my hand up a little. Her next breath came out a little ragged. “I’m glad you wear stockings every day. I wish I’d realized it sooner.” I moved my hand up. She spread her legs a little. My hand got up to her panties. They were warm and just a little moist. “Stay right there,” I said as I stood up. Her breathing was short and hitching.
“Uh-huh,” was her reply. I stood behind her, pulling up her dress, putting it up on her back. She also had her panties on over her garters. I liked that. I started to pull them down slowly. She wriggled her body to help. Once they got down to her knees I let them drop. She stepped out of them. I grabbed her shoulders and stood her up, kissing the side of her neck. Her breathing was a fairly fast now. She was really turned on.
“My husband…” she said, out of breath.
“What about him?” I asked, similarly breathlessly.
“He… I told him…”
“What?”
“I told him about you asking about my Mary Janes. He said it was obvious you wanted to fuck me. He told me it was ok.” My cock got a lot harder in a hurry. I was ready to bend her over and go crazy, when suddenly she pulled away.
“Here, I want to lie on the desk. Is that ok?”
“Of course it’s ok.” She lay on her back on the desk. I spread her legs and entered her slowly. She wrapped her legs tightly around my back and I started to thrust. It was incredible being inside her. Her moans made me harder and harder. I was ready to come and tried to slow down. She noticed this.
“Oh no you don’t,” she gasped, “go harder!” I thrust harder, not caring if I didn’t last another second. All of a sudden her orgasm erupted in her. I couldn’t last any longer. I came harder than I could remember. We both lay there for a few moments afterward, breathing hard, enjoying. I pulled out and we both dressed the little bit that we needed to. I sat in my chair and surprisingly, she sat right in my lap.
“You know, boss, this fringe benefit is kind of nice,” she said. “I hope you enjoyed yourself.”
“Of course I did, Bella,” I replied. “Any chance we could do this again?”
“I’ll tell you what,” she said with a wicked grin, “next time you see me dressed in my interview outfit, we’ll do it again.” She was true to her word. She wore that same outfit fairly frequently. Sometimes we did it first thing in the morning, sometimes later in the day. Regardless of the time of day it was always incredible sex with a beautiful woman who was also the best assistant I’d ever had (even without the fringe benefits).
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