I work in an office building with about 200 people. I'm the boss of my company, but there are a few other companies which share the same office services – kitchens, bathrooms, meeting rooms, and so on. It was a good arrangement for me – I'd had sex with several of the women in the building. One of them had become a fairly regular fuck buddy, and none of them were from my own company.
So everything was sweet.
One morning I was in the kitchen getting a coffee when Anna walked in. Anna worked for a larger company down the other end of a long corridor from my offices. I guess they had about eighty employees, so they were bigger than my company. They sold telephone services or something so there were a lot of female employees. I knew that Anna was one of the senior sales team leaders.
But enough about her job. What was great about Anna was her looks and her body. She was Polish, with dusty blue eyes and dirty blonde shoulder length hair. Anna was tall and slender, with good tits and long legs. From the several times I'd followed her down the corridor, I knew she had a nice ass and what's more, she had an elegant way of carrying herself so that she always seemed graceful. Maybe she'd done some modelling back in the day, who knows, it wouldn't have surprised me.
I knew she was in her early thirties and married, and on a good day with make-up she was a hard eight. Also, and maybe because of her age, Anna regularly wore high heels and tight skirts and dresses above the knee.
Basically, Anna was great to have around the office; always brightened up my day.
One thing about Anna though, she had absolutely no idea about dress sense, colors in particular. And seeing as how I'm a world authority on the subject, I liked to tease her about her clothes and her colors as much as I could. Whenever I saw her, let's say once or twice a week, I'd make sure to look her up and down, nice and sleazy style, and then critique her on something.
"I love those shoes," I'd say. "It's like they're from the 1950's or something".
Or "Holy shit Anna, that is one daring color clash today babe. You're a real trend setter."
And I'd regularly tell her to take her clothes off, in the most charming way possible of course.
"Anna, I'm sorry but you just can't wear that color skirt with that color blouse. It doesn't work – you'll have to take them off. Or leave the blouse on, and just take your skirt off, that'll work."
She always played along, and she'd say something like "yeah right" or "in your dreams" whenever I told her to take her clothes off.
All the while I'd be leering at her, smirking, and checking out her body. Occasionally I'd take her by the arm and make her move around to show me the back of her dress or whatever. One time I got up nice and close to inspect an earring; our mouths were only inches apart.
She knew what I was up to – it wasn't like I was being subtle - and I got the distinct feeling that she enjoyed every minute of having a man tease her, pay her no respect, and make her do as she was told.
And it made sense, when I thought about it. Her (male) supervisor was a total dickhead, into model trains or something. Her sales team was all female except for one thin dweeb with glasses. And her husband was a flabby goof: I'd seen him at an all-office ballgame and wondered what the fuck was going on.
So Anna probably didn't have a lot of male authority in her life. I decided I was right - she secretly loved me bossing her around, telling her she looked like shit, and invading her personal space.
Furthermore, I would have loved to fuck her, of course, and I never made any effort at all to hide it.
Anyway, this one particular morning she came into the kitchen wearing a dress and high heels. Sounds fine, right? Nice, tight, figure hugging dress, hemline two or three inches above the knee, sleeveless, high neck line, zip up the back. Her bare arms were golden brown and so were her long, long bare legs. Her heels were high-ish, but nothing outrageous.
But it was the color of that dress. It was the most loud, electric, neon, crimson purple pink I had ever seen. It was so loud I needed earplugs. The color was indescribable - crimson purple pink is the best I can do, but I seriously had not seen that color ever before in my life. And the shoes were cream. That's right, cream heels with this revolting color.
Millions of women would kill for her body, and then hang the best looks on it, but Anna simply had no idea about clothes.
"Jesus, Anna! That dress is so loud! What are you trying to do to me?" I leaned back on the kitchen bench and faked shading my eyes. Anna was already shaking her head and smiling at me.
"Either I'm going to have to put my sunglasses on," I said, "or you're going to have to take that dress off - and I left my sunglasses at home this morning so please, take it off this minute would ya?"
"What do you mean, this is a great color, I love it," she said in her sexy Polish accent, smiling as usual. She put her hands on her hips and did a little twisty move right in front of me. I stripped her with my eyes, leaning back on the kitchen bench, letting my cock push forward in my pants. She looked hot, I'll give her that, and she knew it. The dress was very tight and it made the curves around her breasts and her hips look incredible.
"Turn around, let's see it from the back," I told her.
Anna turned slowly on her heels, and lifted her hands above her head in a kind of slow motion dance move. The dress was almost splitting across her sweet tight ass, it was stretched so tight. I looked directly at her ass until I knew she was looking at me, and then slowly ran my gaze up her back to meet her eyes. She had turned her head over her shoulder and gave me a smouldering wink.
Little known fact: I regularly wear two rubber cock-rings to work, just for fun. They help my mindset when some stupid bitch from HR is making a presentation or something. Also, they increase the pressure on my shaft when I get aroused. And the sexy show Anna was putting on in front of me was getting me nice and hard.
Now, since we were alone in the kitchen, this little routine was obviously just for my benefit. And of course, Anna and I had been flirting with each other for months, so I could be forgiven for thinking that she badly wanted me to force her down on her knees right then and there, shove my hard cock into her mouth, and make her suck it.
But it was also obvious that nothing serious was going on, right? Just a bit of innocent, harmless fun in the morning between two innocent, harmless people in the office, one of whom happened to be a hot blonde in a tight dress, and the other a fit healthy man who needed a fuck.
Anna broke the pose and turned back to face me.
"Don't you like it?" she asked. There was a challenge in her voice, in her demeanor, the way she cocked her hip. But...did I also detect just a hint of uncertainty in her eyes? Her cheeks had flushed a little and her smile was slightly too engaging. I suddenly got the impression she was trying to impress me, or at least get my approval. Maybe she was feeling sexy, or maybe she needed to feel sexy? She sure looked sexy, as she flashed another smile at me.
I decided to let her have it.
"Nah, it's hideous, you should take it off. I think you'd look much better in your underwear than in that dress."
