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Dave sat at his terminal. It was another standard day in the office, programming a software tool for a faceless end user he’d never meet. Oh the joy.His office was a dull place. Grey in color, populated by geeky males who were all buried in their respective tasks. His daily highlight was walking by reception and seeing the brightly dressed girl who sat there, smiling falsely to everyone as they passed, her milky-white cleavage on display for the world.That is, until one Monday, when Natasha arrived.Natasha was the new project manager for Dave’s team, her duty would be to report daily activities to her superiors. She was nothing like the rest of the office staff.On her first day, she entered wearing a tight fitting lime-green knee length skirt and matching jacket, under which she wore a feminine white blouse, crowned with a short pearl necklace. To say that she turned a few heads would be an understatement.As she walked through the office, her five inch black heels clicked and clacked on the tiled floor, that in itself made people turn their heads to see the inevitably confident and sexy woman wearing them.Click, clack, click, clack. As heads turned they would catch sight of her shapely legs in black stockings that led up her green skirt, which clung tightly around her toned behind. The men’s cubicles would be unusually busy that morning.Natasha was 35. She had been around the block and was nobody’s fool. An intelligent woman; she wanted to get on with her job and despised aspects of the male-oriented industry in which she was frequently treated as a kitten; often hit on by fumbling middle-aged men who assumed she Acıbadem Escort would lie down and roll over, at the slightest whiff of a high-earner.She had an IQ of 164. She kept that to herself most times, as the men around her could become … difficult, if they found out. Not that she found this an issue, it just kept things simpler.However, despite all this, she was a woman and reserved the right to portray herself as such. She would not yield to the inferior complexes of her male co-workers and dress in an ‘appropriate’ manner. She had a figure; she liked it to be visible. If men (and women, for that matter) got hot under the collar at the sight of her then that was their problem, she thought.Dave was, unsurprisingly, one of those people. As Natasha walked by, he was mesmerized by her powerful femininity. The path from the office entrance to her glass-fronted office led by his desk. Time slowed down for Dave as she walked past, the office-lights shined off of her black shoes, and her shapely thighs stretched through the fabric of her skirt as each leg moved in front of her.Dave held his breath as Natasha’s eyes turn to him briefly. She was a beautiful woman, not a gaunt, child-like model, as was often seen in the media day after day but a real, voluptuous picture of feminine perfection. She had silky-soft brown hair that fell just upon her shoulders and a soft, white complexion, complementing a pair of striking blue/green eyes.She passed Dave and continued on to her office, her desk oriented such that he could see her seated from the side. She went in, closed the door and Acıbadem Escort Bayan sat down to begin her day’s work.Dave turned back to his monitor, his heart pounding in his chest.”Oh my god”, he thought to himself, “she’s wearing black stockings and high heels”, he fantasized. He didn’t know this for sure – they might have been tights – but he only wanted to picture it this way.That night, at his home, Dave masturbated furiously with the visions of Natasha in his head.The next day, work began as always and Dave came in, quite relaxed from his masturbatory activities of the night before. He sat down at his desk, powered up his machine and began to check his emails, when he sensed a presence behind him. Glancing over his shoulder, he turned to see Natasha, hands on hips, standing before him.”Hi”, she said, “I’m Natasha Miles. Can you pop into my office for a minute?” She asked in a professional tone.He coughed, clearing his throat, his mind instantly turning to the illicit thoughts of her from last night. Here she was, right in front of him, her perfumed aura filling his lungs as he breathed in and her rich, luscious voice melting the remainder of his senses.”Ahem. Okay. Yes. That’s fine.” He said, blurting out the words in the clumsiest manner possible.Natasha turned and walked back to her office, with Dave in tow. She sat down on the front of her desk and crossed her legs, her skirt riding up her thighs slightly. Dave entered and closed the door then, as gestured to by Natasha, sat in the sole chair in front of her.”You’re Dave Wilmsman, right?” She asked.”Yes, that’s Escort Acıbadem correct” he said.”I just wanted to take some time to introduce myself to the team on an individual basis”, she continued. “I’d like to go over some basic rules and find out a bit more about you and what it is you do here etc. It’s something that I always …”Dave’s mind wandered as she continued. He couldn’t concentrate. Here he was, seated in front of one of the most gorgeous women he’d ever laid eyes on, as if he were watching a prelude to a porno scene. Dave had noticed that, at the underside of her crossed thighs, he could just about glimpse the smooth, white texture of her skin, beyond the tops of her stockings. He felt his cock grow stiff. “Women in stockings don’t exist in real life”, he thought to himself. “They are items of fantasy in the stories I read and the porn I download – yet this woman is really wearing them.” “Dave – are you listening to me?” She said, sounding justifiably annoyed. “Sorry, Mrs Miles”, he replied, “I am a little tired.”Natasha knew this was bullshit. She had seen where his gaze lay and shook her head briefly at him, as if he were a child. Dave blushed, obviously knowing he’d been caught looking and dropped his head in shame.”Thanks Dave”, she said, “That’ll be all. I’ll see you in the weekly meeting. And it’s MISS Miles, if you don’t mind”She raised her hand as if to gesture to Dave he should leave and he did so promptly.”What a dirty little prick” she thought. “I bet he’s going to be tossing himself off whilst thinking of me tonight”, she mused ironically.Some weeks passed and Dave’s face became just one of many to her in the office. One day, he happened to glance over to her office window, as he usually did to get his morning fix, and noticed her bending over her desk to pick up a pen she’d just dropped.Her black skirt moved up her thighs, revealing the thick black band at the top of her stockinged leg.

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