In 1994, the head of the advertising department of the company where I worked as an accountant was a woman at the age of thirty-seven. Her name was Nina. She was a rather large lady with dark chestnut-shaped mane hair and a remarkable figure. In our company there was not a single man who would not want her. A tall mature woman with breasts of the fourth number and long slender legs, turning into an elastic ass, which made more than one man's head turn around her. Nina led the advertising department, in which three girls worked, considering her mentor not only in her work, but also in the art of attracting male attention to herself.

I often looked at her legs, because from childhood I was attracted to female legs, shod in seductive boots. From this point of view, Nina was my ideal. Only in the summer I saw on her legs shoes on the classic "heels", and Nina never shod them without stockings. Even in the thirty-heat of her long legs were covered with thin nylon. She didn’t recognize socks and socks. As soon as September came, the shoes were replaced by boots. Nina had several pairs of model boots. According to the then fashion, they were all quite high (the lowest of the Nina's boots reached her round knees) and none of them had a zipper. Nina never changed her shoes at work, so, on the one hand, for most of the year I saw Nina constantly shod in different boots, but I was deprived of the opportunity to observe how she pulls on her beautiful legs.

Nina was a convivial woman who was not averse to smoking in men's society (which led to the fact that I began to smoke twice as much, if only I would often be alone with her) and at all feasts, often occurring in the office, was the soul of the company. Although I constantly saw Nina during the working day: we occupied adjacent rooms with her, and they were one large room, divided into two rooms with a sound-insulating partition made of fiberglass. The management believed that people, when they are not in sight of each other, are not distracted from work. In my case, with Nina, the authorities gave a blunder: we sat at desktops facing each other and my eyes constantly stopped on the legs of my neighbor, especially when they wore bright red boots with high heels and thin soles that were obviously not suitable for walking on Moscow streets. However, Nina did not go on foot. Then she had a "eight", which she drove well. I always liked to watch Nina get in or out of the car. The tops of her boots reached Nina to the middle of her delicious thigh. Needless to say, Nina wore such boots only with short skirts. She looked quite defiant, especially when Nina put her legs on the leg and her whole leg was visible, pulled into black transparent tights. At such moments I prayed that I would not have to get up from my desk and not give out my excitement with a bulge on my pants. The management, however, did not at all object to Nina dressing as seductively as possible, because the clients of our company melted away from one type of our manager. by the department. Earned Nina very well and could afford to buy such things that were not affordable for many of her employees.

We have a very good relationship with Nina. I was thirteen years younger than her, and Nina had motherly feelings for me. She loved to talk to me over a cup of coffee, which she herself brewed for me, and often asked me about my personal life, obviously asking me to be one of her subordinates. But none of these young girls was in any comparison with their boss.

Her family life, unlike work, did not work out.She had two daughters, 14 and 10 years old, and a husband, with whom she was united only by living in the same apartment. Nina had long wanted to divorce her husband, but did not do it for the sake of her daughters, in whom she didn’t mind. She did not hide from me that for almost two years they not only did not sleep with her husband, but even barely talk. And each of them was given complete freedom of personal life. And Nina clearly did not abuse her. Although there were rumors in the company that our director once used her favors, as it turned out, they were distributed by the director’s driver, who had been a long time ago after Nina, whom she had given a turn from the gateway.

True, recently I began to notice that Nina began to flirt with one young engineer who had just come to us from the institute. And, as I learned not only from himself, but also from Nina girls, she obviously was not averse to having a young lover for herself. And although that young engineer still did not have time to take advantage of the opportunity opening to him (not only because he liked Nina so much that he was shy of her, but also because he was going to marry in the near future and was afraid to “pierce” before his bride) I realized that I need to do something urgently, if I want Nina to be mine. And here I was helped by chance

I am compiling a quarterly report, I noticed a serious shortfall with Nina. I decided to take advantage of the situation and blackmail her, although even if I hadn’t achieved my goal, I still wouldn’t give out the woman of my dreams, who decided to replenish my budget a little at the expense of the company.

It was just scheduled feast on the occasion of the birthday director. In the morning I reported to him, saying that I had finished the balance and everything was fine, and Ninin department even distinguished himself. After these words, I could not have done anything bad to Nina without spoiling my reputation as an accountant. I decided on a desperate walk

After they ate a lot and almost all drank, the dancing began. With jealousy I watched Nina, shod in those very beloved high boots, dancing with other men. On this day, Nina, in addition to the jackboots, wore a leather suit of the same color as her boots, consisting of a jacket and a short tight skirt on her tight buttocks, the edge of which was just over the top of her boots, allowing black nylon to be seen at each Ninin step. stocking. That this is a STOCK, and not tights, I suspected this morning, helping Nina get out of her car. In my outstretched palm lay her graceful hand with thin fingers, covered with thin red skin of long gloves. It turns out that these gloves were also part of the costume. Nina had to lift up the edge of an already short skirt to put her slender leg on the asphalt, shod in high red boots. For a moment flashed the edge of the gum stocking. I was convinced of my hunch later, in the office, when Nina, turning her back to me, inadvertently straightened her skirt, not having forgotten to pull up the boots of her boots above. Sensing my intense vzglad, she suddenly turned around, and embarrassed, and at the same time with a certain call, smiling, asked:

Like my outfit?

Great, but for whom is this beauty? Maybe for me? - I decided to maintain the humorous tone of the conversation.

Maybe for you, ”retorted Nina,“ I have long noticed that you are not indifferent to my legs.

It was not possible to continue the promising conversation, because I was called to the director for a report.

Now, watching Nina dancing with her chosen one and the edge of her ear listening to Nina girls discussing the most likely cost of an Italian costume, I realized that Nina also went to the decisive act. At first, Nina gave herself up to a slow dance, clinging to her cavalier with her resilient breasts, tightly wrapped in a white turtleneck (the jacket had long been removed) and resilient hips, stepping smoothly on ten-centimeter heels of bright red jack boots. Through the thin fabric of a turtleneck shining lace bra.Nina clearly went on the attack on my competitor. To my luck, he was not up to par. The day before, his bride came to him in the evening and found her boy in a smoking room with Nina, though not alone (I was present at this meeting and saw what ...