I've been eyeing up David at work for weeks now, he's just gorgeous. Trouble is, he barely seems to notice me and its driving me nuts.
We work in an advertising company and look after the accounts, so we share an office next to the boss, Danielle. She likes it that way as we're close by any time she needs to chase clients for money. The rest of the team share the big open plan office outside, and we're pretty much left alone. The offices have glass walls, but there are blinds that we can use to keep prying eyes at bay.
I've been around for a while, but David only joined us recently and I couldn't believe my luck when he turned up for his first day. Tall dark and handsome barely covers it. Add in the build of a guy who spends half his life in the gym and the sexiest come-to-bed eyes I've ever seen, and you can understand why before day one was over I'd been in the bathroom getting myself off.
I'd started wearing tighter clothes, leaving buttons undone, bending over to pick things up a lot, but he just wasn't taking the hint. I might not be super-model material, but I had a nice figure, was tall and slim and thanks to an addiction for playing tennis, and had legs that had got me wolf whistled on many occasions. My dark hair is cut short and is perfect for any guy to wrap his fingers in to while he shoots his spunk up inside me. In short, we were a match made in heaven - or so I thought.
We got on well and had the usual office banter, but it was all a bit too professional. I needed to take drastic action to get him on to the idea of getting on to me.
So today I'm wearing a white blouse and mid-length skirt. Not a mini but showing plenty of thigh, split down the side. It's the limit of what I can get away with for work, not quite inappropriate, but very close. We've been tasked by Danielle with sorting out the Xmas party which is coming up in a couple of months, and I'm using that as an excuse to keep the door closed for a couple of hours - don't want anyone getting wind of the arrangements too soon!
Which is why I'm currently leaning over David's shoulder, looking at a seating plan he's working on. The scent of his aftershave is making me weak at the knees, but I can tell my own perfume is starting to have an effect on him as well (Finally!!). He's leaning back in to me just a little more than he needs to and his right shoulder is gently brushing against my left breast. I don't know if he can feel my nipple getting harder, but I can certainly see something happening in the crotch of his trousers.
He's muttering something about mixing the supervisors across all the tables, but to be honest I'm not really listening. I'm too focused on the fact I can see his cock getting harder and its outline starting to ease along the length of his left leg, right underneath his pocket. It's an old joke, but I guess he really is pleased to see me.
I notice he's stopped talking just as I realise I've moved my head slightly and I'm breathing into his ear, which is clearly having a positive effect on the situation. I've finally figured out what gets him going - fabulous.