This is a story of Selena Gomez. No, not that Selena, the actress and singer, but Selena, the 30-year-old soccer mom of two children. About the only thing the two Selenas have in common is their name and heritage.

This Selena was the typical slightly overweight, Hispanic ‘mamactia’ with large breasts, wide hips, bubble butt, and a slight belly. Her straight black hair hung down past her shoulders. Her infectious full lip smile and large, brown, seductive eyes would always calm the most disgruntled client or employee.

She worked in a small office as a secretary/receptionist for an oilfield equipment testing facility. She was the only female among 10 male coworkers. Most of the people who dropped off and picked up the equipment and the delivery personnel were males, which perfectly suited Selena’s personality. She liked to flirt and show off to the guys she interacted with.

Today, one of her latest flirtation victims pulled into the parking lot and exited a company pickup. He was an older man with gray hair, a white goatee, and a mustache. She unbuttoned the top button of her blouse and fluffed it out, preparing herself. He walked through the door.

“Good morning, Selena. How are you today?” The man asked.

“Good morning to you, Bart,” although the name stencil on his coveralls was Bartholomew. “I am doing fine,” she replied, leaning back in her chair, casually pulling her shoulders back and pushing her breasts out. “Are you dropping one off today?”

As she anticipated, he barely reacted to her antics. “Yes. The hand will be inside to complete the paperwork in a second.” His eyes glanced down appraising her tits before looking back up into her face.

She liked the way he looked at her, not with lust but more like a connoisseur, appraising fine art.

A little while later, the door opened and the other hand walked in. He was a young man, only a year or two younger than her. “Fill this out.” Said Selena as she flipped around a clipboard. Her tits now sat upon the desk and as she leaned forward they were pushed upwards displaying more of her ample cleavage. “Unit number, Crew Number, and a phone number.” Her delicate hand and manicured fingernail pointed to each spot on the paper as she named them.

The hand, Mike stuttered and lost his train of thought as he stared down her blouse. “Uhm...” he fumbled with his phone, trying to look up the information while looking at the vision of flesh in front of him.

Selena pushed back on the desk. The chair she was sitting in rolled backwards. While she had been sitting, her skirt had risen and was bundled just below her crotch. The two men had a perfect view of her bare thighs, and maybe a hint of her blue panties. Oh, how she wished she had been wearing stockings and a garter today.

She stood, allowing the skirt to fall back down naturally. She leaned forward, placing one hand on the desk. This allowed her D-cup breasts to hang and swing freely from her body. Her blouse gaped open more. Giving the flustered young man a look at her lacy baby-blue bra.

“Unit number, Crew Number, and a phone number.” She pointed again making her tits jiggle. Mike’s head was bobbing up and down between the paper and her tits.

She looked up at the smirk on Bart’s face at her antics. “Would either of you like something to drink?” She asked, pointing at a mini-fridge along the wall.

“No thanks, I am ok,” answered Bart.

She turned the clipboard around and leaned over to read what Mike had written. Giving them another look between her bosoms. She removed the form from the clipboard, turned around, placed her knees on her chair, bent over, and laid the form on the filing cabinet behind the chair. Although her skirt was not tight enough to stretch across her ass, her wide hips and protruding butt made a perfect target for the two men to zero their eyes on.

“Thanks, guys, someone will call and let you know when it is ready,” she said, plopping down onto her seat. The quick movement lifted her skirt and flashed her baby-blue panties to her audience.

“Thanks! We’ll see you again later,” said Bart. “Let’s leave the lady alone and get back to work.” He said to his enthralled coworker as he turned and headed out the door.

She listened to the outside intercom as they went out the door.

“Did you see those tits and ass?”

“Yes, I did, but I didn’t drool and cum in my pants like a 14-year-old pervert.” She could not hear what else was said as they moved farther from the intercom.

Selena could not wait to get home and ravish her husband, while telling him about her day.