Until recently I would find a way to “accidentally” show him my smooth pussy. He knew what I was doing, and I knew it made him hard under his big desk. I also knew that his increased orders were directly tied to my exhibitionism. A couple weeks ago, after dropping my pen on the way out of his office and giving an exposed view of my ass when I bent over, he asked me to sit back down.
“What is it, Bob?”
“Sandra, I do enjoy your visits and your company is great to work with and the prices are very competitive, but I do have a request.”
“Sure, what can I do for you?”
I could hear the sound of his hand stroking his unshaven chin. “Well, I do appreciate the glimpses you give me of what you clearly know I want to see.”
“Thank you, Bob. It’s rather fun I think.”
“Yes, very, which is why I am requesting that you consider providing me with more than a glimpse.”
I figured he was going to ask me to fuck him or something, but instead he went on, saying, “I would like to do our business together while you sat there with your dress hiked up and your legs spread wide.”
I admired the courage behind his inappropriate request. “I see,” I said softly.
He knew I made commission on his orders. “I am opening three new stores in the next few months, so I will be ordering quite a bit more,” he said matter-of-factly. If that helps you consider my request.
“So, let me understand, Bob. You would like me to sit fully exposed when I meet with you for the entire meeting. Do I have that right?”
Hearing me say it out loud flustered him a bit. “It sounds rather untoward, I guess.”
I reached down and hiked my skirt up to my waist and opened my legs. “Do you mean like this?”
“God,” he moaned. “Yes.”
“And this is all you want to see?” I smiled at him. “Not my tits or my ass?”
“Oh, Sandra, I want to see it all.”
“Well, Bob. That can be arranged. Your door locks but you have to hang some binds on the window so nobody in the office can see me naked.”
“Naked?”
“Yes, Bob, if you are going to commit your business to us, I am happy to commit to showing you everything you want to see.”
He was literally bug-eyed, but speechless.
I pulled down my dress, said goodbye and stood up to leave.
“Sandra, I have one more request.”
Again, what I anticipated he would say was not what happened.
“My partner wants to be present at meetings with our larger suppliers. I have told him about you and the teasing. He wants to experience whatever it is you are willing to let me experience.”
“Have you told anyone else?”
“Oh no, never, but he’s my partner.”
“Well, I look forward to meeting with him, too, then.”
“Really? I mean you will sit naked for both of us.”
“Yes, Bob.”
I had met his partner a couple of months earlier in the reception area. He was a forty-something black man, tall, handsome, and charming. He made Bob look like a garden gnome. “Remember those blinds, Bob, or nothing like that will happen.”
“Understood Thank you.” We both stood up and shook hands. His secretary was looking at us and we both wanted her to see two professionals shaking hands.