The other day at work I had passed thru the office to talk to a supervisor of another department. As I was walking thru the hall got bumped into. Papers went flying everywhere. By the time I caught my balance the paper rain had stopped and Lisa was crouched down picking up the mess of papers off the floor.
Lisa is an admin secretary, she is 26, and about five foot five, plain jane looking type. She is slim with long brown hair and wears glasses. Nothing too exciting to look at, most of the time no one even notices her, not like her cubical partner Judy. Judy on the other hand, is a 40 something curvaceous flirt, loud, big fake breasts she got after her divorce.
Judy is very noticeable, but Lisa just blends in so much you wouldn't giver her a second look. But as she was picking up the papers, I stooped down to help her with the mess. She kept apologizing for bumping into me. I told her, don't worry about it, it was no big deal.
I was gathering papers and handing them to her, and looked her in the eyes. She had light green eyes, they sparkled behind her glasses. She saw me staring and started to blush. I smiled and said you know, you can bump into me anytime you want, heck, hit me with your car next time we are in the parking lot. She giggled and stood up. We missed two papers laying up against the wall and I grabbed them and followed her into her cubical.
Judy was out flirting somewhere, and I stood behind her as she was seated trying to reorganize the papers. I handed her the two and was looking at her pictures and figurines in her cubical. i could see she was into cosplay from all the pictures of her in different outfits at conventions. I had never noticed before, but who could when Judy is there and her double D's are spilling out of her tops.
So, I asked Lisa, what was her favorite character? I guess I caught her off guard since no one ever really talks to her, they are always flirting back with Judy. Lisa's eyes lit up and she started talking about Star Wars characters and super heroes. I told her I like to dress up for fun, I used to do it with my kids, but now they are older and don't bother having fun like we used to. And my wife would never dress up. I told her we used to do a theme night Friday night with their friends and go out to dinner dressed as characters from movies, mostly Star Wars, but sometimes super heroes.
Lisa started to come out of her shell and we talked for about an hour. She talked about her and her friends, who like to do the same, but mostly just go to each other's house and post pictures on Instagram because they are always broke from buying costumes and don't have the money to go out much. I told her, there are always lots of ways to make money doing the things you like to do. I told her about getting paid to dress up. Getting paid to be a character for kid parties and stuff. I told her that she could make lots of money with an only fans page. She got embarrassed a bit and was blushing again.
She told me she had thought about the kid parties, and she had done a few, but there was too much competition out there. She told me she had heard Judy talking about her friend that makes crazy money with her page. But she said it's too embarrassing. I told her, you don't have to show anything, you can stay in costume, people still pay, and will pay more if they think you might show something extra, but that's for the sluts, excuse my language and the exhibitionist people.
Lisa said it is really hard to take a good picture in the mirror and get the right angle. I told her she needs a producer, and content creator and photographer. She says, yeah right, like I can afford any of that. I said I would do it. I could help her out. I told her I am a great photographer and I know what guys want to see. She blushed again and said ok, lets do it. When do you want to start? I said tomorrow after work.
The next day, I met Lisa at her apartment, it was cute and perfect for her and her roommate, who was out of town that week. I told Lisa, let's see what I have to work with, go get your outfits ready, I will make room over here by the wall for a backdrop.
Lisa skipped out of the room excitedly, she was almost radiating a glow from her excitement. I rearranged some stuff so we could use the Livingroom wall as a backdrop. She was humming the theme from Spiderman and rounded the corner in a skintight stretchy Spiderman costume. It was tight, it hugged her body like it was painted on. She stood by the wall and posed. I took some pictures with my digital camera. She changed her poses and I took a few more.
I hooked the camera up to my laptop and sat down on the couch to look at the pictures. She jumped beside me. We were looking at a few then I pulled one up, it looked great, she was criticizing her body in the pictures. I assured her, that her body was perfect. But then I could see her bra and underwear thru the suit in the pictures. I told her that if we can see them so could everyone else. She agreed and said she would be right back. She jumped up and scampered back into her room. She was saying something, but I couldn't make it out. I was stunned at how cute she was in the pictures.
Lisa returned. This time she had nothing on under the costume. Either it was chilly, or she was really excited, since her nipples were very hard poking out of the costume. Her breast weren't very big, but they were firm little mounds, just perfect for her body type. She said how does this look? And as I looked her up and down, my pants started to bulge. I could see her nipples were pierced, and as my eyes followed the costume down, I could see her navel was to. And as my eyes kept sweeping her body down, I could see her tight little mound muscles under the stretchy fabric. She snapped me back to reality by saying, well? I said perfect, just perfect.
She started to pose, and I kept taking picture after picture, but my inner pervert started taking pictures of her hard nipples and breasts. And as she kept jumping around, the seam of the crotch was wedging it way into the perfect camel toe. I must have snapped about 25 pictures of it from different angles. Close ups of the soft folds of her lips and the tugging of the fabric over them. Now my cock was rock hard, I think she could tell, but I was pretending I was getting hot and undid my shirt to hide my hard on.
I sat backdown and grabbed the laptop. She went to make us some drinks. I was looking at the camel toe pics and my cock was throbbing. She startled me as she jumped down beside me. I clicked off the picture fast, but she saw what I was looking at. She said I want to see, I said here let me pull up the good ones. She leaned into me, her hard nipple brushed my arm, almost making me explode in my pants. We struggled, as I was too embarrassed to show her. But she won the fight, and clicked on the camel toe pics. She was silent, but was looking intensely at the laptop, she was still up against me. I'm sure she could tell how hard my cock was by now since her eyes were glancing it that direction.