Misty Keene
Her eyes widened in surprise as the color on the man’s rugged face heightened to a delightful shade of rose. She had not expected such a masculine male to be susceptible to blushing. A small mischievous smile touched her lips. It would be quite fascinating to see what else she could do to make his blood rush to his face, not to mention other various body parts.
Well, she had the bubblehead role down all she needed was the vulnerable yet sensuously needing part. She peered at him for a long time through her long lashes before slowly getting up to walk around the desk. The heel from her left black shoe snagged on the debris and junk on the floor and she stumbled with a small cry.
“Major, you really should get your office cleaned up. Someone could get hurt in here!” she exclaimed softly. Without waiting for a reply, she placed her pen and notebook on the desk and knelt down to pick up some of the trash. Her skirt hitched up two inches as the side slit parted open to shyly reveal a smooth stocking covered leg.
It was clear that she wasn’t wearing ordinary thigh high stockings but instead lace topped silk hosiery with a delicate black garter so that her skin remained flawlessly smooth and unmarred by elastic. She continued picking up and throwing stuff away. Gracefully kneeling and standing and oblivious to the way the slit in the skirt kept winking at the man.
Finally, satisfied that the floor was now cleared away, she took the proffered seat next to the Major. She smiled as she crossed her legs and perched her pen and notepad on her thigh, “I’m ready now sir, you may begin anytime.”
Her eyes widened in surprise as the color on the man’s rugged face heightened to a delightful shade of rose. She had not expected such a masculine male to be susceptible to blushing. A small mischievous smile touched her lips. It would be quite fascinating to see what else she could do to make his blood rush to his face, not to mention other various body parts.
Well, she had the bubblehead role down all she needed was the vulnerable yet sensuously needing part. She peered at him for a long time through her long lashes before slowly getting up to walk around the desk. The heel from her left black shoe snagged on the debris and junk on the floor and she stumbled with a small cry.
“Major, you really should get your office cleaned up. Someone could get hurt in here!” she exclaimed softly. Without waiting for a reply, she placed her pen and notebook on the desk and knelt down to pick up some of the trash. Her skirt hitched up two inches as the side slit parted open to shyly reveal a smooth stocking covered leg.
It was clear that she wasn’t wearing ordinary thigh high stockings but instead lace topped silk hosiery with a delicate black garter so that her skin remained flawlessly smooth and unmarred by elastic. She continued picking up and throwing stuff away. Gracefully kneeling and standing and oblivious to the way the slit in the skirt kept winking at the man.
Finally, satisfied that the floor was now cleared away, she took the proffered seat next to the Major. She smiled as she crossed her legs and perched her pen and notepad on her thigh, “I’m ready now sir, you may begin anytime.”
