Hi, my name is Jean.
I'm young BI nudist, and exhibitionist, and now cross dressing junky.
Physically, I pull off an attractive young girl with 34-24-36 measurements. My face is fully made up with mascara to show off my long eyelashes, eyeliner, blush, full red lips. My long blonde hair that I wear pulled back in a ponytail. I'm five feet eight, I have small feet with red painted toenails, large 'pianist' hands with the same red on my fingernails. My strong well-shaped legs are covered in thigh high white socks trimmed with red stripes my only other clothing is my black patent leather pumps with 5-inch heels. I'm working undressed like this in a fancy accounting firm on my first day at work, sitting at a large glass and steel conference table with my semi erect seven-inch cut cock that is surrounded by a wisp of honey blonde hair that is like soft down covering my nice handful of hanging balls.
I'm trying to do work while watching the clock and playing with my dick. I'm having a hard time concentrating knowing that after work, my supervisor the gorgeous Victoria has told me that I will be center stage at a Bukkake event. I can't wait to get covered in all that cum!
Finally, Victoria steps into the conference to get me. She is wearing white 6-inch platform pumps, white fishnet nylons held up by a black lace garter belt, and black satin thong trimmed in red. The bra she is wearing has thin straps of red and then thin strips of red are the edging around triangles of red lace barely covering each of her hefty handfuls of tits. Around her neck is a string of black pearls.
"Jean, it's time to get ready," Victoria says in a sultry and a no-nonsense voice. "I had an overwhelming amount of requests to join this party. I think every guy in the building will be there and at least, as many outsiders will show up as well. So many horny guys wanted to attend that I had to promise to schedule another event tomorrow after work as well."
"Oh my!" I squeal.
She takes my hand and leads me out of the office and down the hall toward a closed office down one hallway, near the back elevator. She opens the door up with her keys and we step in. As we step over the dark threshold, the lights and electric devices click on and begin to hum, all as if by magic.