The right man in the right uniform always works for me.
One of my past lovers was a security guard. He wasn't the big, buffed, muscular kind of man, but look extremely handsome in the uniform. Bald head, sharp blue eyes, trimmed mustache, and a perfectly sized cock. The fact that he also used to work in a leather bar also helped.
I remember waking up one day to see that he was already dressed and ready to go to work. I already had the morning wood going on, and seeing him standing there in uniform at the edge of the bed, closest to my head, knowing exactly what was inside those pants was just too much to bare. His zipper was within arm's reach, and I took full advantage of it.
Suffice to say... he didn't make it to work on time that day. And despite our antics, there was still no evidence of "naughty play" on his clothes either. :wink: