Time passed quickly and before I knew it, I was getting up to prepare for my meeting with Bob and his partner, Amos Jones. Since I would be getting naked, I decided to dress conservatively on the exterior, but underneath my business suit I wore a shelf bra. My tits looked good hanging over the shelf. I put on black nylons and heels but left my pussy bare.
As I approached Bob’s office, I noticed the blinds were up and closed. When I stepped inside, the entire office had been re-furnished. Against the wall opposite of Bob’s desk was a new sofa with a chaise lounge and two arm chairs facing it, separated from the sofa by a narrow coffee table. In the far corner was a bamboo room divider. Nice touch, I thought. I can undress in private. Bob was at his desk and Amos was sitting on the sofa. They both rose when I entered the room and greeted me, mustering up what professionalism they could, while their cocks pulsed the moment I walk through the door. Bob locked the office door. Amos held my hand. “I am happy about this, Sandra.” He pointed to the bamboo divider. “Please,” he said, looking toward the corner. There are hangers for your clothes, a full-length mirror and velvet parlour chair.”
I was nervous. I was about to do with them what until now I had only done with my son in the privacy of my home. I was expanding my growing fondness for showing my body off to a work place. This wasn’t something casual or light. Millions of dollars were at stake and these two businessmen wanted to do business with me, but they wanted me naked. I wondered if I was going too far the first time out in the business world by agreeing to be exposed to two men, two powerful men who had me in a locked room and who in five minutes will be staring at my pussy and my magnificent tits. They will want to fuck me, see my on my knees sucking one cock and then the other.
They knew I wouldn’t scream if they decided to take me, but we all knew they wouldn’t. If they did, these would be the last time they got to be with me. They wanted this to last, go on month after month. I was no fool. The longer they abided by my rules, the better the chance of them being withdrawn.
The mirror was a nice perk. My breasts were hanging in display over the shelf bra, and the nylons and garter belt framed the view of my pussy and when I turned, I saw how well two straps and the band of the nylons presented by firm, substantive ass. I slipped back into my hi-heels, took a deep breath, and walked out of the corner and stood at the end of the coffee table. Amos got up and welcomed me to the sofa and then sat across from me to my left. Bob was seated to my left.
I sat on the edge of the sofa, spread my legs wide, smiled first at Bob and then at Amos and I said, “Gentlemen, thank you for the opportunity to demonstrate the many benefits of serving your fine company.”
The men looked at each other. These two experienced, savvy businessmen did not have a plan. That had not even considered what they might say to ensure I would feel safe and appreciated. Their entire focus had been on seeing my wet pussy.