One day a local police officer stopped into the store to say hello. I don't know him well but he stops every couple weeks to say hello when he is cruising through our area of town. He is a customer and that is how we met. He is a very nice guy named Sean and we always had good conversations evOne day a local police officer stopped into the store to say hello. I don't know him well but he stops every couple weeks to say hello when he is cruising through our area of town. He is a customer and that is how we met. He is a very nice guy named Sean and we always had good conversations even though he is 20 years younger than my 55 years.
I had been texting with my honey all afternoon and it had turned into sexual talk and fantasy. He had been telling me about a couple women that were flirting with him in the conference and I wanted him to tell me what he would do to them if he could get one of them back to his hotel room. It was all talk, fantasy, and role play type stuff and I would never expect him to do anything other than go to his room and rub one out looking at a few pics of me that I texted him.
I had been thinking about taking a couple sexy selfies to send to my hubby who was on a business trip in Ft. Lauderdale. When Sean walked in I suddenly had the thought that he should take a few pics for me to send to my honey. Since it was almost closing time, my coworker had left for the day so I was by myself.
"Hey Sean, I need to you to do me a favor," I smiled at him.
"You need something carried to the car," he asked as I headed toward the front door.
"No hon, I like your big muscles, but I don't need them today," I answered as I locked the front door and put the Closed sign on the glass.
"Hey lady you just locked me in the store," Sean stated the obvious.
"Don't worry hon, I promise I will let you out in just a minute. Need just one minute of your time."
"Sure no problem, what can I do for you?"
"I need you to take a couple pics of me, if you don't mind. Here is my phone and you know how to zoom in and out right?" I asked him.
"I know how to use a phone camera, but you want a pic in the store," he didn't understand.
"No not here, but back in the office. Can you just head into the office and sit in the chair at the desk. I will be right there, just need a quick stop in the bathroom. Just get the camera ready. Thanks."
"I'm heading to your office now. See you in a minute."
I stepped into the bathroom and primped up a bit. A little makeup and a little lip stick. Not sure what I wanted to do so I thought it through for a minute. I just wanted a few pics to tease my husband and I didn't want to mislead Sean.
I decided to step out of my rust colored jeans and they hit the bathroom floor in a clump. I was wearing a nice white blouse and a pure white bra, that did it's best to hold in my 34DD's. I was wearing black and white zebra pattern silk panties, and though I forgot to look, my bush was tamed as it was early summer.
I slipped on my short, two inch high heel shoes and headed for the office. As I walked I unbuttoned the top four buttons of my blouse exposing more than my share of cleavage, as the girls were trying to escape the bra into the new found freedom.
It's interesting that at my age I felt damn good about how I looked and felt no trepidation about stepping into the office partially undressed in front of the much younger cop turned photographer. I may be older but at 5'3" and 130 pounds I knew I looked decent.
I took a deep breath, spread my blouse a little wider, and stepped into the doorway with my legs spread wide, holding onto both door frames with my arms up in the air. Now that I think about it I must have looked like I was attached to a St. Andrews sex cross and that was not my intent when I stepped into the doorway.
"Whoa," Sean blurted out as he looked up from behind the desk as he looked me over. "Holy shit," he murmured as his eyes moved from my blouse down to my panties and back again, about five times.
"What the fuck, Sean, take a few pics would you," I demanded.
Without saying a word he sat up straight, fumbled with the phone camera and yelled out, "what the fuck is right. So, ah, well, you want me to take a pic of you like that," he sheepishly inquired.
"Heck yes, hon. Get that thing working over there," I demanded of him and smiled a big smile.
"What the hell are you doing lady? I'm working right now," Sean wanted to know.
"Take another one of this pose. Look Sean, I just need you to take a couple more pics for me and you can go back to work. If you don't feel comfortable, I will take a few selfies. I'm trying to send my hubby a few pics to get him aroused and I figured having someone else take them would give him better images than a few horrible selfies."
Sean laughed and wondered why I wanted to get my hubby worked up. I told him that he was on a business trip and we were doing a little sexting this afternoon and I thought a few erotic pics of me would get him going and keep him company in the hotel tonight.
"I'm pretty sure with that body you wouldn't take a bad selfie," Sean mumbled as he snapped a few more pics.
I seductively walked over to the office desk, leaned over, squeezed my tits together, and smiled at him as my tits and their cleavage were about 2 feet from Sean's face. My boobs were trying to escape their white wrapper but seemed resigned to their fate, imprisoned as they were.
Sean whimpered, "forget getting your husband all worked up, what about me?"
"Keep taking pics, dude," I scolded him.
I sat on the desk with my back facing him and finished unbuttoning my blouse.
As I took it off I turned my body toward Sean and wanted to know, "what about you?" I threw my blouse at him and I think he got a cool pic of that.
"Well you are trying to get your husband worked up, but in case you hadn't noticed you have got me going. The hell with him."
I hadn't noticed anything about him other than his shock at having me sit close to him in my panties and bra with my blouse draped around his neck.
I coyly turned to him, blew him a kiss and seductively asked him to unsnap my bra while I sat on the desk. I did catch a glance at some wood building in his lap. "Make sure you get a pic of you unsnapping the bra," I ordered Sean.
He fumbled around with the bra for a while cursing it since it was too big to use one hand. Finally he got it unsnapped and then told me to stay there so he could get a pic of his hand removing it.
He threw the bra around his neck too. And there I was sitting on the office desk wearing only my silk panties. I turned around and leaned over again, this time showing him my large breasts, just inches away from his face. He was taking pics.
Then I sat up facing Sean, and sitting on my ass facing him I spread my legs wide across the desk. There I was sitting on the desk with my tits staring at him, and my legs spread wide with the black and white panties holding back my neatly trimmed bush. My tits were gorgeous even if gravity had started to take it's toll, with large brown areolas and large nipples cast against the pure white skin of the early summer suntan, and I knew I had his attention.
He was dutifully taking pics and mumbling "holy shit, holy shit."
I pushed my tits up with both hands and squeezed them together for a couple more sultry pics. Then I eased my hand down to the front of my panties and gently scrolled a single digit from the top of my panties, tracing a line along my lips down to where my ass met the desk and then back up again.
Like a good boy, he kept taking pics.
"Get a close up of my red toenails, Sean," I ordered.
"Yes ma'am," he replied. "Anything else?"
"Tell me what I'm missing hon," I whispered to him.
