When I went to our company's head office for my business meeting I anticipated a day of tedious presentations and dreary discussion. How wrong I was!
I arrived to find I was the youngest by at least twenty years among the grey suited grey haired men sat around the big boardroom conference table, and I was the only woman. Normally when I enter a room full of men I get that exciting little thrill from sensing their attention. I'm mid thirties, brunette, with a good figure and legs that I thought my white blouse and pencil skirt just above the knee were showing off nicely. This time I got just a subdued "Good morning Mrs Sanders" from the chairman and a couple of disinterested glances in my direction from the grey heads. I saw that no-one was sitting at the short side of the big oak top conference table opposite the chairman so I planted myself on one of the black leather swivel chairs there and quietly got my papers in order.
Two minutes before the start time the door opened and in walked the new lawyer, Marcus. I'd exchanged many emails with him and I'd imagined an older man but I saw he was perhaps forty if that. He was good looking to put it mildly, obviously kept himself fit, wearing a tailored slimline blue and white striped shirt with a bright tie and an expensive looking suit. Like me he had a wedding ring on his finger. The moment his eyes fell on me I felt as if an electric shock had hit me. My blouse was thin and tight enough to arouse any man's interest without being too daring, but it suddenly felt a lot thinner and tighter over my breasts and I suddenly wondered irrationally if the outline of my panties showed through my skirt. I felt that so familiar feeling of my clothes evaporating under a man's lustful gaze.
"Julia" he said with a smile "we meet at last."
My throat had suddenly become dry and for once I was tongue tied, but I somehow managed to say something in reply. He sat down next to me.
"Well gentlemen, and Julia, we're all here so let's kick off. First agenda item is minutes of the last meeting and matters arising."
We spent an eternity just on that first item. But all that time I was so conscious of Marcus' eyes on me exploring me: down my neck, over my blouse, across my skirt, down my sheer black nylons to my black high heels. I could feel his smouldering lust for me, and I was having trouble keeping my eyes off the bulging peak of his suit trousers. He was erect for me! I kept finding myself wondering how long his erect penis was: six inches, seven inches, eight inches? I wondered too what positions he liked sex with women in: boring missionary position, the only position my husband ever wants – or something more exciting! I felt my breasts tighten and that familiar tingling down below and I knew my panties were getting damp at the thought that he was seeing me nude and imagining having sex with me. I could all but feel him mentally removing my clothes. I couldn't help but respond. I had to show him my body!
I arched my back a little in my chair to jut my breasts out. Looking down while trying not to make it conspicuous I saw that had the desired effect of tightening the thin white cloth of my blouse to show the outline of my breasts perfectly. The peaks of my nipples were showing and I felt my face redden as I realised Marcus would know I was aroused! I 'accidentally on purpose' manoeuvred myself into a position where Marcus could see between my blouse buttons. Out of the corner of my eye I saw his gaze lock onto my breasts. I had to smile to myself: I'd put on a bra that as well as being rather brief was flesh coloured. Marcus must have thought I wasn't wearing a bra at all! Then it was time for the next woman's trick for getting noticed.
I carefully wriggled my bottom and discreetly spread my legs a little, trying to make it look as if I wasn't aware my tight skirt was steadily working its way up my nylon clad thighs. Marcus certainly noticed! But what Marcus didn't know, at first at least, was that I was wearing stockings. I know men find stockings sexy but I wasn't wearing them for that reason. If I've got to sit still on my bum for hours in meetings I find stockings so much more comfortable than tights. Marcus was trying as hard as he could not to let on that he was following the progress of my skirt, and at the same time I was trying as hard as I could to pretend my mini striptease wasn't deliberate! At the first sight of my bare thighs above my black lace stocking tops he visibly twitched! I treated him to about an inch of bare thigh before I pulled my skirt back down to just above my knees.
Speakers droned on and the big screen at the front showed uninformative spreadsheets packed with figures and graphs. But I didn't mind. While I sat there with my eyes staring blankly at the screen I was alone with Marcus in that same boardroom, perched on the table doing a slow striptease for him, blouse, skirt, bra, panties, leaving my stockings till last while Marcus stood there naked watching me. His erection was massive and sticking up almost vertical from a thick manly bush to a big purple mushroom head. As I stripped and posed nude in the kind of kinky poses and sex positions I know my husband looks at in his porn websites I swung my body close to Marcus so he could fondle my legs, my bottom, my breasts and between my legs. Then I sat nude on the edge of the table with Marcus's head between my spread legs for him to kiss me all over my sex mound getting his tongue into my vagina, up over my breasts then deliciously on my lips while he fingered my pussy. Finally he stood between my spread legs, held my waist firmly and his steel hard muscle slid into me till his thick coarse bush met mine. Moments later he was powerfully pumping me and grunting "Julia! Julia!" while he fucked me better than I'd ever been fucked before....
"Isn't that the case Julia?"
My day dream was rudely interrupted by the chairman's question. Fortunately I'd been following just enough of what was being said to give a satisfying reply, but my heart was pounding and my face was red! I glanced out of the corner of my eye at Marcus. He was staring at the screen too, but with a satisfied smile on his face. I wIshed that whatever we were doing together in his mind we were doing for real in bed.
My heart was pounding! Sitting not more than a yard from me was a man who wanted to strip me and have sex with me, and I wanted to do the same! I decided it was time for action and I knew precisely what to do. During a droning presentation I went for a "comfort break." As I rose I turned slowly in my seat toward Marcus and swung my legs wide to treat him to a full frontal upskirt, but still trying to make my movement look accidental. As I held my legs wide, like with all men, a glimpse of a woman's underwear had an absolutely irresistible attraction. His head turned to enjoy the view and he made no secret of the fact that he was having a good long look at my stocking tops, bare thigh above and of course my flesh coloured panties matching my bra. With just the two of us sitting at the end of the table and everyone else's eyes on the screen the show was just for him! I treated him to a wiggle of my bottom as I strolled to the door and I could all but feel his eyes on my bra straps through my blouse and my panties though my tight skirt. I'd decided my next move. Accidental upskirts and sex fantasies were one thing, but what I had in mind would pass the point of no return.
In the ladies' toilet I took my panties off. They were one of the briefest thong sets I had, just a tiny lace edged triangle of cloth at the front and not much more than a thin thong strip at the back. The cloth at the front showed the shape of the bulge of my mound, the smooth sheeny cloth smelled of a combination of my perfume and my sex juice, and best of all a dark pubic hair was caught in the embroidery. With my panties scrunched in a tight little ball in my hand I strolled back into the meeting, where the same presentation was still droning on. My heart was pounding!
I returned to my seat next to Marcus, then below the table top so no one else would notice I tossed my panties into his lap. They landed on his thigh. You should have seen the look on his face! Keeping his hands below the table top he unfolded them, ran his fingertips across the juice-wetted patch at the front, and plucked at my pubic hair. Now he knew I had a hairy cunt and what colour my bush was! Sweat appeared on his forehead and I saw he was breathing more quickly, and of course his trousers were up like a mountain peak! He turned and grinned at me. I shuffled my bottom like before but this time I didn't stop at just one inch of bare thigh. I took my time letting my skirt rise as high as it could go, all the time sitting with my eyes attentively on the screen. With my skirt as high as I could get it I slowly swung my legs as wide as I could, swivelling my hips toward him under the table to show him my naked sex mound and the neatly trimmed dark bush around my vagina in a private tease. With my knickers in his hands and my cunt on display his penis must have been about to snap! I gave him a mischievous smile, swung my legs back together, and adjusted my skirt.
Like all of us he had his phone on the table top in front of him, and we'd all been constantly checking our emails during the meeting, keeping up with work and relieving the boredom. I picked mine up and sent Marcus one of those instant messages that disappears without trace, so very useful for keeping things secret!
