*Natalie* This is Natalie. She’s the sort of secretary that ..

*Natalie*
This is Natalie. She’s the sort of secretary that wet dreams are made of. Her vintage 70s dress, complete with a very professional neck bow, features a white skirt through which her garter and stockings are readily visible. You wonder if she’s aware of this and has done it on purpose. If so, she’s careful not to reveal this intent, acting oh-so-innocent when she bends over to pick up the pencil she dropped (and boy does she drop a LOT of pencils, luckily) or leans over your desk beside you to get a closer look at the details you are going over with her on your latest client. You always note that, though the garter and stockings are quite visible you can never detect any panties, despite desperately straining your eyes to see a hint of any.

One day while going over the latest project with her at your desk, she notices your tie has come loose and slowly reaches out to tighten it for you, meeting your gaze as she takes the knot in one hand and pulls gently on one end. You can smell her perfume, tuberose-based, along with something else that stirs up a primal need within you. She raises her skirt a bit, providing a direct view of the tops of those stockings and those sexy garter straps, swings a leg over your lap so she can straddle you while she straightens your tie.

“You know, I think I might prefer you without a tie,” she says as she loosens it again and begins to unbutton your shirt. You can feel the heat between her legs on your crotch, as she shifts on your lap, grinding none-too-subtly against your now rather stiff cock. You slide her skirt up more and can now confirm she was indeed not wearing any panties, her pussy quite wet and moistening the front of your pants. Her bush is a light shade of orange and she has shaved her lips, which are an extremely bright pink thanks to her obvious arousal. She takes one of your hands and puts it between those legs, saying “I’ve imagined you touching me here many times. It feels every bit as good as I knew it would. Do you like how it feels too?” At this point she has led your index finger to the source of her wetness, sliding it in slowly as she lets out a soft moan. You certainly do like how it feels, though she didn’t need to ask considering the way your hard cock is now straining your pants zipper. You watch as she notices this, looking down and then back up, meeting your gaze again as she slowly begins to unzip your pants and then takes your throbbing member in her hand. You take back your hand briefly so you can taste your finger, then direct her to sit on your desk and spread her legs as wide as she can. Her hot pink pussy is dripping down her leg now, framed beautifully by the garter belt and stockings. You admire it a bit as you insert two fingers now, then kneel in front of her and lean in for a taste…