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I visited a very formal attorneys' offices in the 1980's in Los Angeles. The receptionist was gorgeous. She dropped something behind her desk and bent way over, revealing her average sized breasts all the way to her erect nipples. Caught looking I diverted my eyes. She smiled and said she didn't mind if I looked, she was flattered. She leaned forward and I got another quick look. I thanked her and she said they kept her in a very high paying job meeting very important people and if all it cost her was some glances at her nipples, she was ok. I sat down and waited for my appointment. I had a difficult time not staring at this beautiful girl. When I was leaving, she said she hoped I would be returning soon.....and she whispered with a wink "I don't wear panties either". I never got to return.

My offices are very formal as well and we have clients visit often. In the 1990's we had a professional associate that was very attractive with a great figure. Because of the nature of our work, she never dressed sexy, but away from the offices she wore some attractive, eye-catching outfits. One day, we were expecting a major big client and he was coming to my office to meet my team. We would meet him in a conference room, but this lovely associate came into my office wearing a short sleeved above the knee dress showing some thigh. It was black on top to just below her breasts, and the lower half was white. In the bright sun coming into my office (I sat with my back to the window), I could easily see her black pubic triangle showing through her skirt. I was very obvious. What could I do? This was an important client but I did not want to embarrass this 30 year old professional lady.

I asked her to close the door and I apologized to her but I needed to tell her something embarrassing. I took down a mirror and stood in front of her so the sun was still strong. She looked very quizzical then I told her to please look at her pubic area. She could see it too and she blushed, cowered, put her hands over her hairy triangle, and quickly sat on the loveseat in my office. She looked at me, tears in her eyes, and asked what she could do. I asked if she was wearing a slip and she said no, that she did not have one that would be ok under this dress--they were too long and she thought the dress was lined. I asked if she could borrow something from a friend, keeping in mind our meeting was less than 30 minutes away. She said that would be so embarrassing, and she really did not want to leave my office and show her nakedness to others. She even asked if I had an electric razor, but I didn't.

I had two ideas, one involving white typing paper and the other being toilet paper. I left the office and returned with both, closing the door behind me. I sat in my chair, and she stood in front of me, lifted her skirt and showed me transparent expensive white bikini panties. I was hard as a rock. I laid a piece of paper over her crotch and outlined her pussy. I cut it out and she suggested I make two copies. Once done, I asked if she wanted to slide them under her panties, and she said she would probably tear the paper. After this, she raised her skirt above her waist, pulled her shear pantihose then her panties down to mid-thigh -commenting to me that she doesn't have any secrets from me any more---I gave her the two triangle-like pieces of paper and she held them in front of her sex. I pulled up her panties carefully, with some help from her other hand, and then her pantihose. Looking at her, I thought it still looked dark. I took toilet paper, folded some flat, and slid it down her naked skin and pubic hair (the back of my hand was on her fur) using some to cover her above her pubic hair.

She dropped her dress down and we stared at her in the bright sun and nothing was showing. I stood next to her and she saw my obvious erection, blushed and said "I owe you a big one". That afternoon my imagine went crazy wondering what she meant. I left work early, hoping to catch my wife at home before the kids got home from school. I got her on her hands and knees and pounded her to a huge, memorable cum.

One last thing. A friend works in the building across the street from mine in our large city. On the street one day, he got my attention and asked me to call him the next time I do underwear inspection in my office. He said the sun's reflection kept him from a clear view, but he could see a girl with her skirt lifted up. We just laughed.