She was too innocent to realize how beautiful she really was. It’s a pity and a turn-on. Oblivious, humble, unaware, fuckable, I could go on about how to describe her.
I had thoughts about her that no boss should have about an employee.
Just one taste of what she has to offer between her milky smooth thighs would be a luxury. On the other hand, I knew if I get that one taste of her, I wouldn’t be able to stop wanting more.
Her black skirt, gray sweater, and black pumps that she wore to the office as her go-to outfit made her a mix between an school girl and office employee fantasy.
I had wondered what she looked like wearing non-office type outfits. I found out when we ran into each other at the supermarket.
She was walking next to a little boy who was pushing a shopping cart and telling him he was doing a good job acting like an adult. I assumed he was a younger relative.
That day, she wore black leggings and a white shirt that was tied into a knot a good distance above her belly button.