In my early twenties I moved to NYC after graduating Boston College with all of the excitement as one could imagine a young woman having moving to the greatest city on earth to start a career. I was a marketing associate for a Madison Avenue public relations firm and felt like I had my own Mad Men dream come true as I was working with attractive high powered executive men. I was nervous at first coming from a small town and being around such dynamic powerful people but I started carving out my spot as someone who could be trusted with important projects. However, I do have to admit that I did flirt and use my sex appeal with the men to gain attention and had multiple fantasies involving my manager. It was this hunger that led to my career and path in life taking a turn for some incredible sexy adventures.
I've never had a problem getting the men I've wanted as I have a typical guy's attitude that if I see something I want I go and get it. I'm 5'9, long dark hair, I keep my body tight through Pilates work outs and beautiful long legs. My breasts are a pert B cup and my ass has never failed to get a second look. It's that second look that led to my first interesting adventure at work one day.
It was a casual Friday at the office and I decided to wear a new pair of jeans I purchased. Yes, a little bit tight but still appropriate for the office. I was working with my manager putting some books together in the afternoon for a property we were marketing and I noticed that second look when I walked by. I turned around and just smiled catching him. Steve looked away quickly and didn't say anything but my Mad Men fantasy took over and I couldn't resist going after him. Steve is mid-forties, married and typical guy's guy in the office. He also is well built and would wear suits that the pants closely tapered near his crotch. Ladies notice these things and he was carrying a package that I wanted to open.