My morning started as it usually did as I entered the office door, slowly glancing over to see what Kelly was wearing today. As usual, she was dressed in a slighly tight pencil skirt, sexy panty hose, stilletos, and button down blouse. I smiled as I usually do, trying my best not to stare. She was fucking gorgeous. 

 I really should probably start hiring less attractive interns as receptionist but damn... She makes my day better. Kelly was 20 and a marketing major at local university working for my firm. Speaking of firm, her ass and tits should be illegal. Her long brown hair really made her blue eyes stand out. She was naturally beautiful, her make up perfectly highlighting her facial features, not like the painted on faces these girls have these days. She was very much in shape and very healthy. Probably 5'2, 120lbs and perfect curves.

My favorite part of the morning is watching the way she looks at me when she brings me my coffee in the morning. "Black sir, with just enough sugar" she smiled. Slowly bending down to place the coffee on my desk, as usual the top button undone and her perfectly shaped breast hanging down as she asked if I there was anything else she could do for me this morning. Her eyes gave her away, she was knows I want to tell her to just climb under my desk for the rest of the day and work my swollen hard cock into the back of her throat but fuck that is a law suit waiting to happen.

She's been here going on 2 months now and the tension is getting way to thick. It's like every look she is telling me its ok, she wants to serve me. She is prompt to say sir. I know she is the type of girl that wants to please. She asked if I would be at the dinner meeting tonight and I said I would. She smiles, and says "Good, I can't wait to spend some time getting to know you better". 

I some how make it throug the rest of the day, not really focused on my work but more or less trying to not focus on her legs and the way she traces her pen around her lips when she is thinking....  I swear if she looks up at me with that look in her eyes one more time I am going to push her over her desk and rip her panties off and fuck her in the ass in front of everyone.

As I get to the restaruant a little early I stop by the bar for a couple drinks. I guess she had the same idea as she smiles and ask if I would sit with her as we wait. We make small talk and I can tell she has had a few cocktails. Her hair is down. Her legs constantly rubbing against mine as we sit and try to act like we dont' want to just leave and fuck each other's brains out.  

As the meeting ends, she ask me if I minded dropping her off at her place and that she didn't feel safe to drive. I agreed. As she climbed into car her skirt had risen up showing where her leggings ended... fuck... Thigh highs. She was killing me. All I could look at were her legs. She giggled and said "Sir, are you just going to keep staring at me for the next six months or are you going to finally make a move". Slowly pulling her skirt up and opening her legs just enough to see that her perfectly matching panties.