Lust in a Chicago Office

After starting a new job in Chicago, I immediately became aware of one of my new team members. She was a beautiful young lady in her mid-20’s with wonderful flowing brown hair with incredibly sexy brown eyes. Leah was her name. I’ve always been attracted to a particular look in women, and she definitely had the look. Tan complexion, beautiful smile, sexy face and eyes, gorgeous legs and a wonderfully funny personality. Leah seemed to prefer to wear dresses and dress suit outfits. These outfits really brought out her features and frankly, made me steal a quick glace whenever I could.

Over the next year I came to know Leah pretty well. Single, she had moved away from home in hopes of starting a new life in Chicago. I was incredibly attracted to her, but alas I couldn’t act on this lust as I was a happily married man. And despite this fact, Leah seemed to make it a point to flirt with me. She was always willing to share a story and a laugh or two with me. She was truly a delightfully sexy young woman. Then one afternoon she said something to me that caused me to really wonder whether all that I had been thinking, or secretly wishing, was indeed actually true. Could it be that she too was attracted to me?

Now, I’ve never really considered myself as very attractive, but I guess I do clean up pretty well. While by no means a stud, I think that I’m decent looking. But, did I consider myself attractive enough to get noticed by someone as sexy and beautiful as Leah? Not on your life. Still, that one day, while talking to me and another member of my staff, she mentioned that she thought men with thinning hair were very attractive. Yep, I was beginning to thin on top, and while it never really bothered me much, this statement seemed out of character for her, and unless I was mistaken, seemed directed at me.

As time went on she turned to me as a mentor. I always maintained complete professionalism and was pleased that she was trying to learn so much. We would sometimes spend one or two hours in my office talking about cases, and when finished we always chatted about non-business stuff.

It was common practice for managers to shut their office doors when meeting with people, so it was never considered odd that whenever Leah came in to see me that she closed the office door. The office that I had been given was a converted file room. The door automatically locked when closed, and could only be opened from the inside, or by a key from the outside. So basically we had complete privacy.

Some of our meetings and discussions would run well into the afternoon. A couple of times we’d look over at the clock on my desk and it would have been after 6:00 in the evening. One time we actually found ourselves being interrupted by the cleaning crew because it had gotten so late. And throughout all of this, I had been maintaining complete professionalism with her – only mentoring her on her work. However, I would always steal a glace down her blouse, or up her dress when she wasn’t looking. I couldn’t help myself.

Then one day it happened. I was holding a staff meeting. Leah was dressed in a very snug fitting dress suit, and the buttons on her blouse strained to contain her ample breasts. The conversation was at the opposite end of the table of where Leah and I were sitting, so when I thought no one was looking, I stared directly into the opening of her blouse. I could clearly see the lace of her bra and fabric around the cup. Her breasts looked spectacular and I couldn’t help myself. Well, Leah turned and saw me looking into blouse. I was busted. I looked away and pretended that nothing happened, but it was too late. Leah was looking down at her blouse and adjusted her blouse to try and close the gap between her buttons. I was shitting bricks.

The meeting ended and I tried to leave the conference room quickly to avoid further contact with Leah. As luck would have it, throughout the day it seemed that we would run into each other at every turn of the office, or at the copier, or whatever. As time went by our afternoon meetings became more frequent. Leah seemed to want to go over more and more files with me, and as the good manager that I was, I made as much time as she needed to answer her questions and to mentor her.

Then one night a couple of weeks later, we were meeting in my office, and the office was closed as usual. Leah was wearing another dress suit outfit with a white blouse. She wore black hose and black pumps with a skirt that was slit up the side up to about mid-thigh. Very sexy. We were seated next to each other at my table. I was having trouble focusing on what she was saying because of the unbelievable leg shot I was getting. Her legs were crossed and I could see well up her thigh, and I could swear that I would make out the top of a stocking right at where the slit of the skirt ended. She seemed to sense that I was steeling more glances, and shifted her position to uncross and cross her legs in the other direction.