She glanced at the clock, wondering if there was time enough to have a quick drink before she arrived, but then decided against it. Swivelling her chair around so the back faced her desk, she opened the blind and looked out on her view which consisted of mostly grey buildings; shops and more offices.
Although it was late afternoon, the day still felt quite warm and Denise had opened a window earlier in order to let a very welcome breeze into the office in an attempt to cool things down.
Denise's office was on the top floor of the building, so there was no chance of anyone seeing in; something she was from time to time very grateful for as there were things about her no-one should know. It would ruin her reputation as a hard nosed strict businesswoman with no private life.
She still felt warm however, and opened her jacket for a bit of relief.. Then bent both legs up, pressing her feet against the wall. Easing her skirt up she felt a welcome waft of air find it's way upwards between her thighs, that stroked her stockings.
“Mmm,” she murmured, and undid a couple of shirt buttons. Reaching inside her shirt, she cupped a breast and flicked her nipple with a thumb until it became hard and felt sensitive. Then she took her skirt and pushed it right up, widening both legs to feel more air on her pussy.
Denise favored silk french knickers, and today she wore black, to match the black silk stockings. She had no lover to dress up in them for, and nobody at work knew. Denise always felt better wearing them, however, even though she had to keep up with her stern businesslike persona.
She stroked between her thighs, twanging the suspenders against her leg, then slid her fingers along the soft silk of her knickers, pressing against her pussy. Before too long, she felt the silk become damp as trickles of her juice seeped out of her moist pussy. “Oh yes,” she cooed, glad she was alone.