It was hot summer and all I had clean for my summer job at the office were my new jeans, I didn't even have any clean underwear so the only thing covering my large, long privates was the thin stretchy denim of my Tommy Hilfiger jeans.
It was my leaving do that day as well and the mood in the office was even more frisky than usual, which is pretty frisky. The office work to targets and with the monthly figures bouyant everyone was all pretty relaxed. Even so it wasn't until I checked myself in the mens toilet mirror that I saw why the girls were so flirty round me - my jeans sculpted my balls into the most enticing set of jean clad nuts you could want to see.
I'd dressed half asleep so I tried rearranging my attire to make my manhood less obvious but gave up. So I thought - fuck it - might as well flaunt it. I made sure the effect was as amplified as possible - if its good enough for the girls with their plunging cleavages then why not me ?
I noticed that my female collegues found every reason to have me come over to their desk and noticed their eyes drift down to my crotch as I sorted out their problems. Obediently, my cock would engorge a little to enhance the view, giving them a little hint of what would confront them if the weapon nestling behind the denim was ever unleashed. Their eyes would instinctively widen as, no doubt, their cunts flooded with juice.
All day I would find excuses to make sure each and every one off them got an eyeful of my magnificent cock, packed tightly into my painted on jeans, loving every longing look at my manhood, every licked and moistened lip.
My favourtite was my boss, a pampered tanned blonde whose skin tight grey dress suits set off beautifully her aerobically honed physique, topped off with thin seamed stockings and long red stillettos. She laughed breathlessly and nervously at my lame jokes, crossing and uncrossing her legs absentmindley and letting her hand drift towards her aching cunt.
Time ticked by and until it was time for my end of contract meeting and I retired with my boss to the ready room.......
It was my leaving do that day as well and the mood in the office was even more frisky than usual, which is pretty frisky. The office work to targets and with the monthly figures bouyant everyone was all pretty relaxed. Even so it wasn't until I checked myself in the mens toilet mirror that I saw why the girls were so flirty round me - my jeans sculpted my balls into the most enticing set of jean clad nuts you could want to see.
I'd dressed half asleep so I tried rearranging my attire to make my manhood less obvious but gave up. So I thought - fuck it - might as well flaunt it. I made sure the effect was as amplified as possible - if its good enough for the girls with their plunging cleavages then why not me ?
I noticed that my female collegues found every reason to have me come over to their desk and noticed their eyes drift down to my crotch as I sorted out their problems. Obediently, my cock would engorge a little to enhance the view, giving them a little hint of what would confront them if the weapon nestling behind the denim was ever unleashed. Their eyes would instinctively widen as, no doubt, their cunts flooded with juice.
All day I would find excuses to make sure each and every one off them got an eyeful of my magnificent cock, packed tightly into my painted on jeans, loving every longing look at my manhood, every licked and moistened lip.
My favourtite was my boss, a pampered tanned blonde whose skin tight grey dress suits set off beautifully her aerobically honed physique, topped off with thin seamed stockings and long red stillettos. She laughed breathlessly and nervously at my lame jokes, crossing and uncrossing her legs absentmindley and letting her hand drift towards her aching cunt.
Time ticked by and until it was time for my end of contract meeting and I retired with my boss to the ready room.......