I used my workplace Secret Santa as an opportunity to show my colleague my boobs

Okay, so I have a colleague. He’s 23, for context, I’m 37. Whether it’s at work or the few occasions we’ve trained with each other in the gym, we’ve got this thing going of picking out our favourite hotties.

I work somewhere with a crew of people that’ve been there forever, we know each other’s lives inside out (sex lives included) and the boundaries are low. You could say unprofessional, I’d opt for fucking loose and mega fun instead.

So, the Christmas Secret Santa is a fun one each year. 8 of us did it this year and I drew him. From working with him in the Summer, I learned how much of a boob man he was. I have DDs but keep them covered at work with a jumper or baggy t-shirt. No bra season was a big turning point as I’d tease him about seeing braless customers at the counter.

My plan was simple – I wanted him to see my tits. I also want to sleep with him.

Anyway, how could I do it? Since I was away this year and couldn’t make the Christmas meal, I considered several options.

I’d teased him on his birthday in September that I was going to show him my tits as a present, but chickened out.

The easiest option would be to print a photo and put it in a frame myself.

The most seductive option I wanted wasn’t the easiest, but I went with it, and I’m really glad I did.

I walked past the independent gadget shop several times. I firstly saw a woman working solo, in her late 40s, and was too reserved to go in. After that, I kept seeing the same guy in his 20s. I waited, walking past there every day, and when I saw the woman again, I went in.

I simply asked if she could print a picture from my phone and put it onto a coffee mug. One of those ones that shows the photo when it gets hot.

Bingo. YES!

I told her that woman to woman, I wanted to surprise a guy I liked. I said I do have a photo, howeverrrrrr, it’s of my…

She immediately looked shell shocked and giggled.

“It’s been a few months since one of these. I suppose we’re in 2025.” She joked.

Those words reassured me. I openly said it’s a photo of my boobs, this is a HUGE long shot, and I really don’t mean to be rude, although is there anything you can do?

I airdropped her a photo and she kept her words minimal. Laughing to herself, she insisted I told her how he received the gift, and I promised I would.

Anyway, I got the job done and on this huge white coffee mug, I had a photo of my tits from the chin down, visible with hot water inside of it.

I returned later that afternoon to pick it up, kind of sweating buckets while chatting to her.

I had my gift. I messaged my colleague, saying, spoiler alert – need to give you something!

He didn’t draw my name for the Secret Santa. I told him I needed him to open mine and to not share it with anybody else as this was by far pushing the boundaries the most.

I watched as he opened it in a private space and I smiled, saying, “you can decide whether it’s from Google or not.” I meant Google Images, e.g. random tits, where he probably thought I meant bought randomly. It didn’t click.

The mug didn’t have any visible photo as there was no hot drink inside of it. The “don’t tell anybody” was met with confusion.

I gave him a hug, wishing him Merry Christmas and several days later, I received a message.

“OMFG I know what you mean now! Is that you? Come on, be honest.”

I merely responded with a wink, adding, “told you to decide whether it’s from Google or not.”

He didn’t confess if he masturbated to it. I hope he would’ve done.

Until yesterday, I messaged, “not from Google, btw.”

The end of his reply said he couldn’t look at me the same, despite loving his gift.

Followed by, an hour later, “you have really nice tits. I mean, there are some great pictures of tits on Google!”