They were at the annual office party. She had worn stockings and a back dress. There was an open bar, and they made good use of it. Giddy, they slipped away from the party. They snuck into the storeroom and found a private spot among the stacks of boxes. He helped her out of her dress. It fell off easily. She hadn't worn a bra because she didn't want the straps to show. She hadn't worn panties, either, because she hated panty lines to mar her LBD.
He was both shocked and impressed. She could see the look on his face. Sitting on a box, she gave him a full view to take in, eyes wide, mouth agog. She wasn't just letting her exhibitionist side out--although the alcohol helped make that easy. She did like to be stared at by all the men in the office, she liked their eyes. There was power in having them get frustrated and horny and awkward around her and they couldn't do anything about it. But tonight she decided that she'd pick who she wanted and what she wanted him to do to her. Her mark was a VP. He was married, and that made him safe. He wasn't going to turn into a stalker, just an adoring and grateful lover. When she let him.
She sat on the box and opened her legs, not only to give him a good look, but to set the direction for what was to come next. Still dressed in his suit, he'd kneel before her, place his eager mouth on her wet and waiting lips. He'd lick her to her pleasure. It'd been too long and it was exactly what she wanted. She would get what she wanted.
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