Let me tell you a little about myself first.. I’m 5’6, with short soft brown hair and bright brown eyes. I’m a full woman, not anything skinny like those models you see on TV and I love life.. and men. I also love sex, especially sex with men who are broad shouldered and meaty. I’ve never been one for those skinny guys, no matter how many muscles they had. I have large, soft, pillowy breasts and nice round hips that curve into a full bottom. I love stockings, and find that my legs are one of my better features (along with my lips and mouth, but that’s for later).
In my fantasy, you’re at your desk as I approach. Your office is secluded, in the back, down a hallway, away from everyone else. I walk softly, my long dress swishing as I pass others cubicles and areas. Being a manager has its perks I guess. I knock quietly and you tell me to come in, buzzing the door open. I slide in and let it shut. I notice you’re on the phone. Perfect.
I slide over to your desk; you ignore me, trying to concentrate on your phone call. As you’re leaning back talking, I sit on your planner on the desk right in front of you. You just watch me. I blow you a kiss with my lips and start to fan myself, pretending I’m hot. I cross my legs and slide my skirt up a little, past my calves so you can see the stockings I’m wearing. They are black, with a pattern, and my legs slowly move back and forth as I rock my foot in front of you. Your eyes catch mine as you babble about work stuff into the phone. I smile sweetly. This is fun.
Fanning a little faster, I mouthed something about it being so warm in here. You just nod, speechless as you listen to the conversation. I let my shoes slide off and place my foot in your crotch. You lean your head back on the chair. I rub my foot all over your crotch, using my toes like little fingers, feeling you start to throb. Your face flushes, as does mine and I notice my breathing catches. I unbutton the top three buttons of my dress and flap them slowly, in time to my foot's ministrations. You are breathing a little harder I notice.
As you watch, I unbutton the next two, and my top falls open, gapping across my bright orange bra. My breasts are swollen against it, pushing up and slightly overflowing. I smile. Your eyes widen at the color. I know you love that color on my tan skin. I lean forward a bit so you can see how hard my nipples are and I pinch them, moaning lowly. You’re not talking anymore, you’re just listening and you smile as I slide off the desk between your knees.