my office is filled with married men, many of them are on the prowl. i flirt. i tease. i love seeing men looking me over and if they get a bulge, i just give a little smile and walk off knowing they are checking out my legs and ass--i will usually drop something just to bend over so they can get a better view. i even enjoy women checking me out, it makes me tingle to know they are looking. the thing is: married is off limits. they are taken, and i respect that. they can window shop me all they want, maybe even get a jolly from a quick grope or brush up against me, but they will never be getting any cooperation from me. The new IT guy is a completely different story.

the first moment i saw him, i checked: no ring. i had my friend in HR check his file and he is definitely not married. my inner slut squealed with delight and went into overdrive. i raised my hemlines 3/4 of an inch. bought stockings instead of hose, and made sure my garters were just long enough to let the dark tops of my stockings peek from beneath my hems. my heels are now five inch stiletto instead of four. new lingerie: underwires that push the girls up in an in your face posture and bring them together just enough to accent the cleft between my D's. panties that are no more than floss, if i wear any, to accent the oh so visible lines of my garters. blood red lipstick and nails--when i look in the mirror i smile remembering my mother's words: good girls don't wear red lipstick because whores were that shade to advertise their trade (he will never have to give me money for what i want to do to him). it was pricy, but Chanel to give me, as my ex used to say, "money wants to fuck" scent.

casual Friday i started my game. everyone was in their old comfortables except me--my new look was screaming: "LOOK AT ME!"

i sat at my desk and scooted forward to turn on my small fan, my skirt went up enough i could feel my bare skin on my seat. i sat there my skirt up almost far enough to be a wide belt, and my fan circulating my Chanel across the hall to his cubicle.

a couple minutes later he looked my way--i could feel his eyes on me. looking. taking in what i was so willingly displaying for him. i turned away from him slightly and stood. i could feel the air caressing the bare flesh of my buttocks as i wiggles and smoothed my skirt back down. i stepped over to my file and bent over. i know my panty floss was not covering my smoothly shaved flesh. i fumbled through the files giving him a good long view, then picked one at random and briskly walked down the hall--bouncing my girls the couple steps he could see.

i dropped by the reception desk, and asked a friend to get the new guy to come up. she emailed him that she needed to see him at the front desk. i paused and waited until i saw his head above the sea of cubicle walls, and then bounced my way back to my desk along the route he would have to take. when i came around the corner, i saw he still had a slight bulge--it grew as he saw me bouncing my girls down the hall. he tried to cover it, but he knew i saw and blushed deep red for me.

for almost 2 weeks i continued my relentless teasing. i even unplugged my keyboard and asked him to come over to help me. he stammered out something unintelligible, but followed me back to my desk. i had him sit down and try to type while i leaned my D's against his shoulder. he found the look end for my keyboard and plugged it back in. as he turned i was there--his face almost buried in my girls and his hand touched my upper thigh. i gave out a little gasp and apologized for being in the way.

i came in early to finish a project before my boss got in, and there he was--already seated in his cubicle. i crept closer, being ever so quiet and careful so i could see what he was doing. And there i was, on his monitor--candid shots of me bent over, side views of my D's, and he'd even managed to get a couple looking down my top. And oh yes, he had a magnificent bulge in his trousers.

i made a little noise and he wiped the screen blank. i smiled as he looked up, and instantly knelt between his knees. he stood and i pulled his pants and boxers down. my red lips branded his cock as my property. i drained his cock until he had nothing more to give, then we talked.

when i heard him say he likes to watch, i actually squealed with delight. that night after work, we stayed late, later than anyone else, and oh did i give him something to watch... and so much more.