Hidden In Plain Sight

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Meet Dani. Your seemingly typical all-American girl from the Midwest. She stands at 5’5″, a bit on the curvy side with 38DD all-natural breasts, and straight brown hair that falls just below the shoulder. She tends to be more of a quiet girl who observes her surroundings until she sees something that she just has to have. One of the most exciting examples is the discovery of Nicole. Waking with a long, drawn-out stretch on a bright and warm day in early June, I struggle to open my eyes due to the morning sun glaring off the windows of the cute country-style home. I had meant to be up and out of the house long before now but last night’s activities required a little more sleep than I anticipated. As I walk through my house wearing nothing more than a long flannel button-down shirt, whose top half is open and displaying the ample cleavage, I hear the mailman pulling up the drive. I open the front door to greet George, the mailman. George looks up as he hears the door open, a smile on his handsome face, my mail in his hand. I watch his eyes roam over the exposed skin of my legs and cleavage. This being a fairly common event for him, he takes in his share of the view without skipping a beat. “Thank you, George. Couldn’t pay these for me?” I joke as I look through the bills. “I could, but only in exchange for a night with you.” He jokes back, our usual banter makes us both smile. See, the thing about George is that he is very handsome and keeps himself in good shape. He comes off kind of cocky and arrogant, which is honestly what I like most about him. My second favorite thing is that he knows that I know he prefers to be the bitch behind closed doors. He has delivered on this route all six years I’ve lived here and has encountered more than one of my “dates” as they leave the morning after with bright welts across their chests and legs, including one who had a swollen bottom lip from a back handed slap after she made a smart remark mid-scene. George knows I like women and George knows I put them in their place. George very much wants to have his turn leaving my home with markings of his own. We will save that tale of adventure for another day. My offer to top off his travel mug sends George rushing back to the mail truck. I watch as he jogs back to meet me at the front door, the coffee cup in his hand. George and I share a few more witty comments while I fill his mug before telling him to have a good day and that I’ll see him tomorrow, cutting the conversation a little more short than usual. As I turn to walk away, I stop to grab a letter I had dropped during our exchange (not exactly on accident) making sure to only bend at the waist so that the shirt pulls up and exposes my bare ass Esenyurt escort and mound between my thighs. I giggle as I close my front door, ready to start my day. Three hours later…”Nicole! Why are these forms not filed?! Why do I even pay you to be my assistant if you aren’t going to assist me?!” I yell, nearly smashing through the door separating my office from her desk, fully intending to toss the forms at my new assistant. I glare at her, waiting for the excuse I know is about to come. “I’m sorry Ma’am. I was not aware they were ready. It won’t happen again, Miss.” Feeling my eyes focused on her, Nicole’s eyes shift from the floor to mine and back down again. Her hands are curiously open, flat on her thighs as she sits in her office chair. Taking a step back, my eyes widen slightly as I notice Nicole, really notice her for the first time. My gaze travels from her head to her toes, taking in the most noticeable features. Her blonde hair shimmers as it cascades down her back. Her back is properly straight. The way her shoulders remain slightly pulled back, forcing her chest to be pushed out. Her green eyes sparkle, evidence of the intelligence behind them. Her breasts, although smaller, are perky, and firm to match her toned figure. How her form-fitting blouse shows just enough of her cleavage to be sexy yet remain tasteful. Her thin, long legs are exposed from the knee down, and the tight wiry muscles evidence that she runs daily to keep toned. Is it all just a coincidence? Is she being overly polite out of fear or are these real signs of her showing submission? Could she be the one I’ve looked for in so many places? To satisfy my curiosity, I decide to give her a small test. “Get them filed, then see me in my office. Do it quickly.” I spin on the spot, turning my back to her while slamming the door shut behind me; the loud bang effectively cuts off any response. While Nicole is rushing to do what I told her to do, I am in a small rush of my own. Checking my blouse, I unbutton it a little more than I usually would at work. Before sitting in my chair, I remove my nylons. The freshly shaved, smooth skin is giving off a warm glow that invites the viewer’s eyes to explore further. Pulling the waist of my skirt up a little higher on my hips, making sure that my panties can be seen if I open my legs to cross them again. The shiny, black four-inch heels reflect the soft light in the room. Hearing the knock on my door, I straighten up in my chair. I take a breath before inviting Nicole in. “Come in!” My hands lie flat on the desk, making sure my shoulders remain slightly pulled back. I know my posture is forcing my breasts against the tight fabric Etiler escort bayan of my blouse, testing the strength of its buttons. “Miss, I am sorry. I didn’t know they were ready,” she says, standing just inside the door, heels together with her hands folded in the small of her back. I immediately take a mental note of her posture and the fact that she is waiting for my invitation to sit with me. The thought brings a devious grin to my lips. “Sit down.” I tell her, pointing to the chair on the other side of my desk. The words slice through the room in a sharp and firm tone.I watch her closely as she moves across the floor, almost as if she were gliding through the air, her hair ruffling slightly. Stopping in front of the assigned seat, she slowly lowers herself until she is sitting on the edge of the chair, her ankles crossed and tucked under the chair. She places her hands on her thighs again but this time, her eyes do not waver from mine. “Nicole, you’ve been here a full week now. I’m sure you’ve heard stories about me and my, shall I say, preferences. Is that correct?” My eyes burn into hers. I want it to be very clear that I expect her to maintain eye contact. “Yes, I have heard.” Nicole maintains eye contact but her fingers are starting to grow restless against her thighs. Nicole is unwilling to be defeated in this first battle so easily. “And?” I ask with a grin, knowing my suspicion has been correct. My unblinking stare into her eyes intensifies. “And, Miss, it is why I asked to be moved into your open position, to begin with.” Nicole’s eyes dart down to the floor and back up again, almost undetectable. A look of frustration flashes across her face for a split second, knowing the first battle is a win for me. “I see. The question is, were you asking for a professional position or a personal one?” Knowing I’ve now gained a mutually understood upper hand brings a smile to my lips. “Ma’am, I would like to fill any position you have open that needs filled. Any position.” Nicole’s answer makes her intentions quite clear. I lift my foot, resting it on top of my desk. The movement puts my panties on display, giving Nicole a perfect line of sight up my skirt. Staring into her eyes, I notice that she is actively refusing to break eye contact. “You can look.” I say with an approving smile. Her eyes dart down to look up my skirt, taking in the view of thin lace covering my mound. Nicole bites her lip as her fingers clench her thighs. “Tut tut tut. This simply will not do. These shoes were so clean when I put them on this morning. The way into work really got them dirty….” My voice trails off, the implication hanging in the air. “I’d be happy Escort Eyüp to clean them for you, Ma’am.” Nicole immediately offers, her voice quivering slightly. While she waits for my response, her ass slowly slides to the very edge of her seat, almost as if she can barely contain her excited desire. “I knew you would be,” I say softly as I stand from my chair. I slowly walk around my desk, stopping directly in front of her. Deliberately, I sit down on the top of my desk, keeping my thighs spread apart. “I’m certain you’ll do a very good job. Won’t you?” “Yes Ma’am, I won’t stop until your reflection is as clear as a vanity mirror.” Nicole responds, her tongue gliding across her bottom lip like a snake through the reeds. Lifting my leg, I set it on the arm of her chair, wiggling my foot back and forth. “On your knees, now. Make them shine bright like they are made of diamond. Do not worry if someone walks in, you wouldn’t be the first to be seen kneeling in this office.” Obediently, as I knew she would, she slides from her chair to her knees, her face now level with my elevated foot. Slowly, Nicole allows her tongue to extend out from between her lips, the tip barely touching the instep of my shoe. Her tongue leaves a wet streak from heel to toe and back up again. My eyes watch closely as she works on the shoe. As she moves to reach the top of the toes my other foot slides under her, the toe of my shoe pushing up against the soft cotton between her thighs. As contact is made, she gives a small jump in surprise before lowering herself, and her hips begin to slowly hump down onto my foot. I pull my lifted foot away, examining the finished job. Satisfied, I switch my feet, giving access to the other shoe while the freshly clean one takes its place beneath her hips, pressing up firmly. “Oohh yeeessss,” Nicoles soft moans, encouraging me to advance. Sliding my foot out of the shoe under her, my bare toes wiggle up against the fabric. As I press my toes up into the warmness, I can feel her wetness leak through the cotton. “Lock the door,” I command, snapping my fingers as I pull my foot away from her lips. Nicole gets to her feet. She looks at me, a fiery passion in her eyes. “Ma’am, what if you are needed elsewhere?” I look deep into her eyes, my fingertips tracing small circles on her blouse where her nipples would be. “I believe I will be in a meeting for the remainder of the day.” My fingers begin to slowly open each button. I let my top fall open to expose the matching lace bra, my soft breasts nearly spilling out. Nicole moves to the door, the lock engaging with what seems to be a much too loud of a click. When Nicole turns around, she sees why I will be busy the rest of the day. Her eyes grow wide at the sight before her: me, sitting on my desk in nothing but my lace black thong and high heels. My hand is resting over the lace fabric, fingers moving in slow circles over my clit. I beckon Nicole over with the other hand, curling my index finger slowly. To be continued…

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