Office politics
Friday, November 23rd, 2007Thanks to everyone who read and commented on my first blog; for my second, I have decided to share one of my favourite work based fantasies. (I.e. the kind that keeps me entertained during long drives or boring meetings….!) Enjoy! 
I get up early, while it’s still dark, to get ready for a meeting with a Manager at one of the company’s more remote sites. The drive will take me at least 2 hours, and I decide to entertain myself by dressing in my favourite black fishnet stockings, pencil skirt, a fitted white shirt and of course; the obligatory four inch heels…
Having spent most of the journey looking at my legs in my heels and stockings I arrive rather flustered, fearing I have had too much time alone with my thoughts… We’d been e-flirting for some time, and recalling our conversations on the journey only served to increase my anticipation and excitement at meeting him in the flesh for the first time since our somewhat outrageous and revealing banter. I flush when I think about my outfit and the inevitable reaction it will provoke in him. My inner minx slowly begins to stir…
In fact my outfit was slyly derived from our flirtatious discussions over email – I knew that he liked women to be feminine and curvy but also sexually confident and glamourous. My entire being was tingling with the knowledge that it would cause the married manager to instantly notice me, and remember our confessions.
As I walk in the door, I revel in the feeling of people’s eyes on me. The manager watches me cross the room, making my pleasantries to staff. I coolly pretend I haven’t seen him and continue standing with my back to his office door, knowing full well his eyes are drinking in the seams of my fishnet stockings.
When I have decided he has been tortured sufficiently, I acknowledge him with a winning smile and we proceed to our meeting where I am the consummate professional: formal, assertive, calm, and above all; unattainable. I sit at the table, legs primly crossed but in full view of the manager, enjoying watching him trying to remain professional and not look at my legs, but surreptitiously doing it anyway, and me catching him every time. During the meeting I absently begin to touch myself; my legs, my neck, and my lips to draw his attention to my most sensitive places.
With the meeting concluded the manager invites me out to lunch to discuss some more confidential work issues. He offers to drive us to the local pub and I agree. I get in to his car, “accidentally” giving him a view of my lacy stockings tops. He struggles to keep his attention on the road as I move around in the passenger seat under the pretence of getting comfortable. At the pub we make mediocre small talk, both avoiding the conversation we really want to have.
On returning to the office, I decide to work from the site for the rest of the day as the minx in me is enjoying this far too much to leave now. Five o’clock comes and goes, and the office slowly empties, finally leaving the manager and I alone together.
I see him sneaking glances at me from his office across the hall, and decide to “find” an IT issue that I can’t possibly sort out myself, thus playing my minx in distress card. Forcing him to stand behind and above me to help with my laptop, I hitch my skirt up the tiniest amount, but he notices. I hear his intake of breath, and enjoying this all the more, I continue to raise the hemline of my skirt, while he continues to conveniently be unable to resolve my IT issue. His hand brushes mine as he reaches for the keyboard, the feeling electric. I gasp, and he turns me around to face him.
He leans in to kiss me, but I am already pulling at his belt, the tension from the day’s flirtacious teasing overcoming me. I kneel down in front of him, and take him in my mouth, squeezing his buttocks, raking them with my nails. He gasps, surprised at my forward behaviour. His hands reach down into my hair, as he encourages me to take more of him. I feel him harden, close to orgasm – I stand up, walk across the room and sit on the desk beckoning him to me with a perfectly manicured nail. He comes to me, taking charge and slides my black lace knickers to one side and thrusts himself inside me. I lift my hips, and arch my back taking as much of him inside me as possible. I lean back, enjoying the delicious friction; I cross my legs behind his back, bringing him closer to me, and whisper his name while my pussy grips him tighter still as we come together on the desk!
