There is this incredible blonde receptionist at my work named Suzanne. She is almost six feet tall -- thin, perky little B cups, an ass that just makes you dizzy, and a gorgeous face and awesome hair. Every day I go down to the lobby and talk to her. But I don't just talk to her, I jockey my way up as far as I can in front of her chest-high desk and cross my arms so I have a view over her computer monitor and straight down at her body.
She usually wears an ultra tight tube dress but today she was wearing these sheer, tan jeans. I saw her walking earlier from behind so I knew already that she was either going commando or wearing a thong. So as I peered down between her legs and glanced at her knowing smile, I realized that the only thing seperating me from her wonderment of a vagina.... was less than a sixteenth of an inch of fabric.
