One of my jobs at the police department, is to oversee security functions at our local sports arena. Well, the big events, anyway. Things like..... concerts. Our venue seats 15,000, so we get some pretty good acts there. One of our secretaries in the office is always after me to get her in for free. Her and her friends, that is.
Julie is a huge flirt, and is always wearing clothes that show off her best features. She also knows that I'm a devout leg man, so she has a good idea of what she has to do to get what she wants from me. She sits across from my desk, crosses her legs, and lets her dress ride up.... way up! "Rickie...." (that's what she calls me when she wants something!) "I need to get me and 3 others in to see the concert next week..." she starts out, and lets her hem ride up.
She has great legs, and always wears nylons. She used to wear pantyhose all the time, but I asked her to wear a garter belt and sheer stockings, and she wears them now. Not every day, but frequently.
Then, she gets up and walks over next to me, and stands there as if she's looking at something on my desk. That gives me the opportunity to run my hand up between her sexy legs, above her stocking tops, to her pussy. She lets me stroke her, finger her, play with her, and then she leans over and rubs my hard cock in my pants.
She unzips my pants and takes my cock out, and starts to stroke it. She coos in my ear as she jacks me off... "Come on, Rickie.... Cum for me...!" And I do. But that's it. That's all I've ever got from her in the past... a hand job. But... the Dixie Chicks were coming to town, and here she was, crossing her legs for me again. But, you know what? I was done with hand jobs, and feeling her legs and pussy. It was time to turn up the heat on our arrangement.
When she got up and walked around to the side of my desk, I didn't reach down to her leg. I just sat there. She tried to pull my chair back so she could get to my dick, but I refused to budge. "What's wrong, Rickie?" she asked.
"Well, Julie honey," I started, "this is a big show, and I don't think I can get you in this time."
"What?" she whined. "But, I've already told my husband and our friends that we were in!"
I then told her that she'd just have to break the news to them that they were 'out.'