Farewell sex at the office
Zena gets to the office early, it's a landmark day, her last at the company. She's leaving with the boss's blessing and a glowing reference to take up an exciting new job. No doubt there'll be some sort of goodbye gathering later, following which, Zena intends to resolve some unfinished business.
Her boss, Drew, who she admires greatly and lusts after secretly, has always behaved in a consistently professional and correct way towards Zena, who in turn has proved an exceptional colleague. However, there's been a perceptible change lately, since announcing her departure, Zena has noticed him checking her out, apparently particularly taken by her pert posterior. To be honest, she's consequently played up to these discreet appraisals with her choice of office outfits: tops a tad tighter, skirts a smidge shorter, nothing overly obvious.
Previously avoiding a career-damaging workplace romance, Zena now plans a special leaving present. The spin is that she'll be presenting it to him. Or will she?
Sat at her desk, Zena discards her commuting socks and trainers, swapping them for heels. Looks around to check no one is looking, then boldly slides her knickers off too. Under her skirt, she now wears only opaque hold-ups. Zena's not one of the bare-legged girls who shiver on the train, sacrificing warmth for the sake of fashion, besides, men have been known to like stockings...
The day goes well, her co-workers seem genuinely sorry to see Zena depart, and Drew's short speech is an appreciative testament to her time at the firm. Once everyone else has departed, Zena locks the front door and walks purposefully into Drew's office.
"Still here?" He looks up surprised. "You're free, Zena. No longer a company woman."
"We're each free to do whatever we wish, Drew, and we have the place to ourselves," Zena responds with a meaningful look. Wow, using his Christian name is strange after two years of 'Mr. Collins'.
"I've seen you looking at me recently." Zena sits on his desk and undoes a couple of blouse buttons, crosses her legs, exposing generous amounts of silky thighs, and dangles a shoe from painted toes, could she be any more obvious? Her pose is blatant and straightforward, hey, what's the worst that can happen? No way she can get fired.
"You've been the perfect gentleman employer, but here's a hint, while I always expect to be treated with respect, I sometimes also like to be treated more..." Zena searches for the appropriate word, "...assertively". Drew leans back, giving nothing away, his expression one of quiet amusement. "Think of this as my parting gift," whispers Zena seductively, "what would you most enjoy, like to fondle my tits, a BJ perhaps?"
