

You wish there was a way you could ask her to wear something a little more demure without causing an issue. You try out a few conversations in the bathroom mirror and finally work up the courage to speak to her. Just as you're heading out to speak to her, you see her bent over the computer desk, high heels off, the perfect seams of her stockings disappearing under her skirt. Her arse looks as if it's about to burst out of the fabric very rightly stretched across it. You imagine what she'd look like in the same position, undressed. You'd maybe still like those stockings to stay on though, you think to yourself. You know she isn't teasing you. She doesn't even know you're standing behind her, but you half hope she'd look round and see the outline of your cock silhouetted through your trousers.