Getting back to work

After the shower we put our clothes back on, I wore a different pair of stockings though, then I introduced Stacy to the other employees and showed her the facility, so she could do some actual work tomorrow. Of course she was liked by all the men instantly and they did not even try to hide their admiration of her endless legs. During our chat one more thing came up, Stacy actually lived near me, so I could pick her up on my way to work. Of course she would never ask for such a favour, but I offered it myself and we set up an hour for tomorrow. Eventually she left and I returned to my duties, I felt reinvigorated and full of energy.

On the next day, which was by the way Friday, I arrived near Stacy’s apartament at the prearranged time, she was already waiting there. When I admired, or rather worshipped, her legs yesterday I never considered that they could look even sexier. Stacy wore a tight black mini skirt, too short to pass a dress code in an ordinary workplace, but perfect for my company; on her legs she had sheer black stockings, their wide lacy tops peaked from underneath the skirt. On her feet she wore stiletto heels, I estimated them to be twelve centimetre tall; they must have made her two metres tall. A tight white short-sleeved blouse completed her outfit. She looked stunning! I could not take my eyes off that marvellous amazonian goddess as she walked towards the car, she was of course fully aware of my gaze.

I drive a low sports car, so getting in while wearing high heels and short tight skirt was not exactly easy, but Stacy made it look effortless.

“Hey girl,” I said in a cheerful voice, “you want to get us killed? How am I supposed to focus on the road?”

“I could always grab your hair and hold your head straight.”

“I’m sure you could, but it’ll have to wait. I’ve noticed that you enjoyed the leg worship.”

“What can I say? I’m fully aware of my legs.”

“So is everyone else.”

“I hope so!”

I maintained my eyes on the road, but I kept my right palm on Stacy’s thigh and moved it only when I had to change the gear. We eventually reached my firm and got to work. I had reorganised my office, so that another desk would fit in it; at some point I might create a separate room for my assistant, but for now we would work together.

The work progressed so much more efficiently with Stacy fulfilling some of the tasks, the overall atmosphere got pleasant as well. After few hours my assistant said:

“Maybe you should take a break, Samantha, and let me do the hard work?”

“Sounds like a good idea.”

“Take off your clothes, so you’ll feel more relaxed.”