Alisa has cock on the brain

We have about a half dozen Alisas as clients in my office. Everyone of them calls and only identifies herself by the first name, and usually gets annoyed when we ask for a last name. The one Alisa I refer to in this tale has been a client of the office almost as long as I've been working here. I knew her before she was married and had her own business. Now she's a mom, a housewife, and a MILF. Well, not a MILF like Kate Beckinsale, not hot yet sexy. Confident.

Alisa stopped by the office to speak with one of the partners last week. I walked by her and nodded a "hello" as I walked across our lobby to speak to the receptionist. I could feel her eyes following me. I leaned in towards the secretary to speak with her about a file, keeping it low so no client information could be overheard. As I concluded my brief word with the secretary I stood back up but looking over my shoulder and caught Alisa watching my ass. She didn't stop as I turned around. She only adjusted her gaze to to my crotch. Then she looked me in the eye and smiled; not a nervous or embarrassed smile, but a signal of recognition. How flattering!