She was a secretary at a large advertising firm and she rose through the organization rapidly and was now one of two secretaries for the VP of sales. She knew this was in no small part to her figure.
She was in contact all day with businessmen, artist, photographers, and high rollers. She loved that they all seemed to hit on her or be tongue tied and fidgety.
She loved that she could turn men into putty so easily. She was a rare woman who understood what a man really wants. She understood men really wanted a sexual image that they could fixate on the moment they were cumming. The one sexual image that is so powerful it would put them over the edge. She was more than happy to oblige.
She loved to dress revealing outfits at work. She would bend or stretch to allow men to look down her blouse or catch a glimpse of the top of her stocking. She had never had sex with anyone associated with work and felt she never would. It added fuel to the fire when these important men found out she refused all offers. It made them yearn for her even more. She loved her new red suit. The jacket was low cut in front and she wore a white blouse would open and allow a great view of her cleavage.
She leaned forward as she would to get her phone on her desk and her white blouse parted and anyone Standing in front of her desk would get eyeful of her breast. They were pressed together and thrust forward. You could clearly see her nipples though the fabric of the bra. She stood back up, her top fell back into place, and she returned to the look of a businesswoman. The skirt was so tiny it was barely there. It barely covered the tops of her stockings when she stood straight up.
She sat down in the chair facing the mirror. She turned to the side. Her skirt rode up perfectly so all of her stocking top was showing and just a small triangle of flesh showed above the stocking. She turned facing the mirror and crossed her legs.
She could see the garters running up the back of her crossed leg and lots of thigh. She smiled at how sexy she looked. She parted her legs slowly so her panties came into view.
She parted them a little more, the frilly lace around the slit in her panties opened, and her slit was in full view. She moved around a little more the got up and bent over and grabbed the seat of the chair. She had file cabinets behind her desk she regularly bent over at the waist to file stuff when men where around.
She could see the skirt rose just above the top of her ass and her pussy was perfectly framed by the top of her stockings, the straps of her garter and the lace around her panties. She knew no man could resist this treat. She wiggled her ass a little bit. She was excited about going to work today. It was the company Christmas party and by lunch, everyone would be drinking.
She wanted to make every man in the office drool over her today. This was the perfect outfit for it. She scampered out of the house and flew down the driveway in a hurry to get to work. She was getting horny just thinking about how much fun today would be. She pulled out into traffic and absent-mindly let her hand fall on her leg. She started to slowly run her hand up and down her leg going a little higher each time.
Soon she was lightly brushing her clit with the tips of her fingers. Her mind drifted back to last Friday. She was also tasked with finding a Santa.
Since it was on the Saturday before Christmas, everyone had declined. That is until she came up with an idea. She went to a lingerie store and found the sexist elf costume she could find. She brought a second outfit in a bag and wore the elf costume underneath a long coat. Her fist victim was her boss. She loved the look on her face when she entered his office without the coat.
The top of her outfit was a green vest that exposed her midriff and did little to cover her large breast. Without a bra the swayed and bounced with each step. She had on red and white striped tights and a skirt that was several inches above the bottom of her ass and flared straight out from her hips at a forty-five degree angle.
She turned around and bent at the waist making an elaborate gesture to lock the door. She knew her skirt was ridding up and he could get a full view of the outline of her pussy through her thin tights. She pretended to fumble with the lock and rocked her ass back and forth. Her ass swayed seductively for a few moments until she finally got the door locked. She turned and smiled knowing the effect the display had on him. She moved toward him like a cat and had a playful smile on her face.
She plopped on his right leg making sure her thigh was in contact with his privates. She put her am on the back of the chair and leaned forward. She could see his eyes were locked on her tits. They were inches from his nose. She pulled on the bottom of her vest and the top of her areola poked out of her top. She felt his hand slide around her waist. Does Santa want to find out for all the good things I can do for him?
She laughed and threw her head back. This gave her the opportunity to slide the outside of her thigh up and down his hard-on as she shifted around. He immediately started to hump his cock against her thigh. She then turned away from him so her breast would land in the hand he had around her. Without moving his hand, he suddenly had it cupping her right breast. He squeezed and stocked it gentle. She let it linger there for a moment then turned back facing him removing his hand. Her thigh fell against his cock again.
Her tits were jiggling and swaying in his face as she stroke his head. He works soooo hard all day long. Santa needs someone to relieve the stress. I can feel how stressed you are Santa. She slid her leg back and forth when as she played with his hair. Sliding it in and out She started to increase the stroke of her thigh against his cock. She was practically bouncing up and down on his lap. It gets harder and harder to deliver all those packages.
It must be sooo hard to keep it up all night long! She felt he was close. And does anyone ask Santa what he wants? I think its time Santa got what he always wanted! She cupped one hand over it. His other hand tried to reach between her legs but she reached down, grabbed his hand, and placed the palm against her thigh.
He was just inches from his target. He finally slumped back in his chair. As an elf, I have to whatever Santa tells me to do. I would just lay back and let Santa do anything he wants to me. With that she shifted her weight and made his chair tilt backward. She turned and lifted his hand off her leg stood in front of him. She tried to look utterly disappointed and sad. She started to move toward the door.