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I Gave The New Sales Manager A Footjob With My Nylons

It worked out, he loves feet and I love cock.

I’ve been around the store a thousand times, it seems, but I still can’t find that right thing. The one thing I could wear that would make all the guys line up to fuck me. It’s a wild fantasy, but a girl can dream right. The only place I haven’t checked is the clearance rack, where the ugliest pieces live.

I’m fingering my way through sweaters and pants when something screams to me. It’s simple, yet elegant. Formal, yet slutty. Luckily, it’s a size six. Perfect.

The dress hugs my curves, and it’s bunched at the top just right to give my tits that little extra push I need to get away with not wearing a bra. It’s perfect, except for one thing. It accentuates the paleness of my winter legs.

I toss the dress over my arm and find the one section I usually avoid. Nylons. I love the look, but hate the runs. I will make an exception for this one night. It’s my first office holiday party I’ve been able to make and I intend to make a splash.

For good measure and that extra bit of sexiness, I choose three different shades. I’ve got a little over three hours before I make my grand entrance, so time is not on my side.

All eyes are on me when I walk through the doors. Many of my coworkers are there with their spouses, but I am as single as they come. I took more selfies than I care to admit of my legs in these nylons. My five days a week spin classes are paying dividends as I strut my shit through the crowd. The black dress gives way to long, silky legs covered in the sleekest nylons I bought. Luckily for me, I avoided the dreaded run.

The only thing that might rival my legs would be my ass. A pair of cupped hands couldn’t lift my cheeks better than this dress does.

I mingle and scout. I am good at noticing who notices me. The quiet girl in accounting is making quite the loud statement tonight.

One gentleman in particular seems quite smitten with my look. I don’t recognize him, but Kelly informs me he is the new sales manager. An executive. I like it.