Christmas is a time for fun, pleasure and excess. It is a time for giving and receiving. I did not realise quite how apt these words were when I got ready for an after works Christmas drink with my all male team. I am the boss and older than all of them. I like to dress smart and business like for work and to be a tease too – I love wearing something tight fitting or undoing an extra button on my blouse or revealing my stocking tops. I think it’s good for morale and, I enjoy the attention. In any office, every man will spot the merest glimpse of stocking top, at 100 yards, turning his mind to sex.I enjoy catching a slightly embarrassed man whose wandering eyes have lingered just too long on some part of my body, or is peeking through the gaps in my blouse. I love it even more when I see a cheeky smile of a colleague caught in the act.

I am what is known as a cock tease, well I used to be a tease, but over the last year maybe ‘slut tease’ might be more accurate as you may have noticed, I struggle to resist temptation, where cock is concerned. But, I am a great believer in not mixing business with pleasure, too much potential for embarrassment, gossip or jealousy. As lady boss I have to keep professional distance and treat everyone equally.

So when I got ready for the Christmas piss up I was dressed to thrill, looking forward to some attention but nothing more. I was wearing a new black blouse with a shortish leather skirt, leather boots, my yellow bra, thong and hold up stockings, darker than usual. The team got a steady glimpse of yellow underwear throughout the day, it contrasted well with the black.



We left work early and headed for the new wine bar. I bought the first round, in fact the first two, one as a thank you and the second as my round. Quite a few of the team left early as we had had our full Christmas do a week earlier, leaving five of us getting drunk in the bar.

I must admit that I got tipsy very quickly. I was flirting outrageously with Matt, a young black twenty something. In fact I was probably flirting with them all. Somehow a button on my blouse had come undone revealing even more of my slinky yellow bra. Matt commented on the contrast of the yellow on black and then, slightly changed the subject and asked if I had ever had black. I didn’t know what he meant at first, but realised that he meant black cock. I blushed a little and said that I had heard the saying and was curious to know if it was true.



Matt replied, laughing “well I can’t speak for anyone else, but I have had no complaints, quite the opposite. May be you should give it a go sometime”. He winked.