Office-attire fetish gets me so hot.
Would you all mind if I tell a personal story? You would? Oh. Well I'll tell it anyway.
Years ago I had a job writing software at a godawful bank that is no longer in business. My boss was a mid-thirties woman whom I absolutely detested. She and I simply did not get along at all. She was both ignorant and stupid. I imagine she had similar feelings toward me. Actually I didn't imagine it at all. She'd routinely file bitchy complaints in my personnel file.
Thing was, she wore tight skirts and high heels and from the waist down, she was an absolute fetish princess. One time I was in her office talking to her, or more accurately, being talked at by her. I'd look in her eyes and at her face and have this feeling of pure hatred and disgust and anger. Then I'd steal a glance downward at the soft lace around the hem of her black slip peeking out from under her skirt. I'd run my eyes down her black nyloned legs, down to her shiny and a little-bit-too-spiky-for-business black pumps, and I'd get a hardon and wish I could be down there playing with her legs.
Then I'd look back up and just wanna walk out of there and quit my job.
Then I'd look back down and wonder how she'd look in just her bra and slip.
This went on for months, before I finally got a better job and quit.
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