At my first job straight out of college, I was in IT support at a reputable firm where the money-making staff and the support staff were basically, segregated. But since everyone needs IT help, I constantly mingled with the dark side and got to know them fairly well the longer I was there. One of the most memorable VPs I worked with was Maria.
Maria was petite and intense; she was a no-nonsense professional who I would have argued travelled between the office and the gym and never slept. The mind raced at what her body looked like because she never showed it off. She upheld an immaculate hourglass figure on her small frame, her breasts stood like orbs jutting out of a suit jacket or a tight blouse. She clearly squatted and tested the limits of the seams that held the Italian wool which clad her bubble butt. I started going to a chiropractor to reposition my neck as it was snapping out of place every time she graced my presence. She was the alpha and the omega of every employee’s office fantasy.
One day, she calls our desk and in a stern tone, she demands that someone comes up to her office to fix her phone, though it sounded crystal clear. After hurdling some co-workers to get to the elevator, I collected myself before I tapped on the frosted glass of her office to allow entry. Sitting behind her large desk, she pushes her chair away and points towards the cables under the desk and says something is wrong. My vision is tunneled by her plaid skirt sitting mid-thigh revealing her long, toned legs clad in nylon, but as my profession entails, I drop to my knees and start checking the wires.
My mind is racing not to look back at her as I immediately noticed she’s kicked off her heels under the desk and there is nothing remotely wrong with the wiring. I reseat the CAT6 running to the conference phone and say, “try dialing out now.” She scoots her chair back to the desk and her once crossed legs are now spread wide as she reaches to dial. My sweaty brow is about 6 inches from her crotch, cornered into the mahogany, with no escape.
I could die here, I thought. Her scent is intoxicating and the glands in my mouth are leaking like I’m sitting in a dentist chair. My inner, opportunist pervert steals a split second to see a laughable excuse for a thong barely covering what looks to be a beautiful full natural bush peeking out of the sides. She rolls back again, crosses her legs, and I Houdini out of my potential HR complaint.
With a hint of a smile, she says, “seems to be working now,” and I fix my shirt on the way out. Had it weren’t for my shot nerves, I would have shuffled out with a half-chub.
She left for another firm two years later.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/culg88/my_encounter_with_a_fiercely_hot_executive_in_her
What a missed opportunity to see that through. Mmaannn