After Scott had encouraged me to apply for a new job position and use my physical assets to rise to the top of my profession, no doubt skill played a large part in my rise to the top ranks of my profession as an administrative assistant. Still, there was that nagging feeling that my looks and appeal may have had more to do with it than I would like to admit. Some women deny it altogether, while others see it as selling out or using your sex appeal to get ahead, however, I see it as just good common sense to always look your best and dress the part. I've simply made it part of my life and habit to always try to look like a 'hottie', dressing immaculately, staying in tip top physical condition and always having my hair styled and wearing the right jewelry and accessories. My makeup and color have come only from the top salons and colorists. Some women might say my lipstick and eye shadow are a bit too much for the corporate world, and others would say my long perfectly manicured nails are too sexy for the office. I say, however, that all these things have a place in commanding the attention needed to get ahead in a man's world. Men, all men, simply love it!
I've always been a little too flirtatious, and I'll admit that at times, it tends to demean me in the eyes of others, but again, men love it. Even my husband gets off watching me drive the engineers and administrators crazy at parties, and even in public. Fortunately for him, he is aware of a number of things I've done along the way to help myself become more successful, and he approves and encourages me to be sexy. We've been married for twenty years, so the list of my open-marriage affairs is longer than I'd care to admit, but in rationalizing my behavior, I have to think that it ultimately benefitted us both financially and in our sexual relationship. There can be no doubt that I'm devoted to my husband and love him with all my heart; however, I have needs and urges that go beyond what he can provide, and Scott accepts that.
I remember well that in my mid-thirties, I was particularly ambitious and willing to do things I never would have imagined, just to get ahead in the corporate world, yet in my heart, I never felt I would compromise my marriage. It was purely physical, and I would not allow my emotions to merge with the sex. During a two or three year period early on, I worked for a department headed by a handsome older man named Denny. He was a typical Arizona cowboy, greying hair, moustache, jeans and cowboy boots, with a pleasant smile, soft demeanor, and thick ten-inch cock. He was relatively intelligent, hilarious and sexy. I can't count the times I've heard his humor and sexual innuendo while strutting through his office or leaning over his desk.
Denny was at least 6'2" and probably weighed a good 215 lbs. At around 45 years old, Denny was in good shape, had a beautiful blonde wife and teenage daughter and a nice house. Although I did go along with his sexual banter and innuendo, I never talked back to him in such a manner, but I did condone it and maybe encourage it a little. Denny would ask me to stay late at the office at least 2 or 3 times a month, and very rarely was there any evidence that it was necessary. We'd sit in his office or a conference room and unnecessarily crunch numbers or go over spread sheets, sometimes just talk work related chatter but never really accomplishing much at all. It was obvious that he just wanted to be around me and flirt, and inevitably we would end up going out for dinner or ordering in. He was inappropriately forthright at times about wanting to have a more intimate relationship with me, and the late nights would almost always end up with me laughing and finally giving him a blow-job or quick fuck.
One particular night before Christmas, we were working late in his office, which was an overly large corner office in downtown Phoenix. We were sitting at a conference table finishing up a Chinese take-out dinner when he pulled out a bottle of very expensive whiskey from under his desk and said, "Hey, look what someone gave me just this morning. What do you say; let's have a little Christmas cheer. We'll be here another two hours at least. It'll help the time pass".
I'd been in public with Denny many times when he'd been drinking and he definitely becomes more aggressive, but for some reason I said, "Okay, but I've got to drive home later, so just one".
Denny poured a couple and we made a little toast of the occasion and pretended we would get back to work. At this point, he was behind his large mahogany desk and I was across from him, re-applying my lipstick as he looked at me intensely and said, "Come around here and I'll show you something like you've never seen before, I guarantee!" he bragged.
Damn! He sure knew what to say to intrigue a girl. At this point I honestly was curious and a little turned-on, not to mention quite tipsy. "Well you get it out there Denny, and I'll come around and have a little peek, okay?"
I still couldn't believe I was flirting with him, and apparently about to take it to a more comfortable level. I felt like the cheapest little schoolgirl, but I couldn't resist the temptation just to look and humor him. I still wasn't sure if we were just talking or if he was serious, I was just too stupid drunk to tell, so I just sat there laughing nervously.
He did appear to be undoing his zipper and smiled from ear to ear as he repeated "Come on, I'm ready, all you have to do is look!"
I stood up and grabbed the desk I was so tipsy. I held onto the edge of the table as I guided myself around to his side. He tilted his large leather chair back and put his hands around to the back of his head and smiled as I made my way toward him. His pants were completely undone and spread apart as he spun his chair around toward me. I looked down between his legs and gulped as my eyes focused on his cock, his very, very nice looking cock. He was a good 10 inches long and very thick and straight. I could hardly believe my eyes that this handsome older man who I've known for two years could possess such a magnificent piece of equipment. I admit I had a hot flash come across my face and between my legs as I admired the scene.