Terry stepped back and smoothed her skirt. She wore high heeled pumps and sheer stockings and today she was wearing her first garter belt.
She lifted her skirt and gazed at her almost naked body. Laura had surprised her with the black lace garter belt. Then when Terry had slipped into panties, the blonde had made her take them off.
"You never wear panties with a garter belt, silly," she'd giggled. "The whole point is for a man to be able to get to your cunt."
Terry smiled at her image in the mirror as she thought about Laura. The blonde had taught her so much. They were the same age. But Laura had been around so much more, Terry felt like she was the kid sister and Laura the older, more sophisticated one.
Now she rummaged in her purse for some perfume and sprayed it over her neck and ears. Then on an impulse, she lifted her skirt again and sprayed some fragrance on her inner thighs and pussy-muff.
"Always be ready," Laura giggled when she handed Terry the box containing the garter belt. "You never know what might happen so always be ready for fucking."
Now Terry brushed, some blusher over her high cheek bones and fluffed up her hair. She thought about Greg Hillman and remembered he was waiting for her in the empty office they used for visiting clients.
Better hurry, she thought as she went to one of the cubicles and locked the door. She straddled the toilet and raised one foot to the seat before letting a stream of piss out of her pussy.
God, it felt good to pee! She watched the yellow flow as it hit the sides of the toilet bowl and squeezed out the last few drops. Then she dabbed some toilet tissue over her gash and dropped her skirt.
She left the cubicle and made her way back to the office. The door to the empty visitor's office was closed and she knocked before entering.
"Come on in, Terry," a voice said.
She knew it was Greg Hillman so she turned the doorknob and entered the room. Greg looked up from the desk and smiled warmly.
"Sit down, sit down," he said, his eyes raking over her. "You're the prettiest thing I've seen in an age. I just want to go over these figures and then we'll get to the dictation."
His eyes sparkled as she sat down in the chair across from the desk.
"Of course I'd rather go over your figure," he winked. "If you know what I mean."
She smiled back and crossed her legs. He turned his attention back to the paper in front of him and without looking up asked her where she wanted to have dinner.
"Anyplace," she said. "You decide."
"But what do you like to eat, Terry?" he grinned, finally looking up and meeting her eyes.
She gazed at him pointedly and licked her lips. "I eat everything, Mr. Hillman," she murmured.
He dropped his pencil and threw his head back and roared. "You're smart as a whip as well as being a sexy little thing," he said. "I think we'll skip the dictation and just concentrate on getting acquainted."
They chatted then. He told her all about his dog and his apartment. "It's a bachelor's paradise up on the hill," he said. "You'll love it. We'll go there later after dinner," he said, moving his chair close to hers and taking her hand.
"I'm a cat lover myself," she said. "I just love the little beasts." She gazed up at him with her most innocent expression. "Do you like pussies, Greg?"
He squeezed her hand and turned it palm up. He kissed her palm and ran his tongue over her fingertips. "I love pussies," he said, staring at her tits. "And I must say you've got the greatest knockers I've seen in a long time."
Terry blushed. Her boldness didn't come naturally. She always felt self-conscious when she first met a man and now she crossed and uncrossed her legs as he placed his hands on her thighs.
"I don't think either of us can wait until later!" he hissed as he stroked her thighs through her skirt.
She swallowed hard and cleared her throat. "Why, whatever do you mean?" she said.
"You know damn well what I mean," he said, moving his hands up her skirt and caressing the skin that showed at the top of her stockings. "You're a real tease, but I can handle you. I love girls who can dish it out. I find them exciting."
She noticed his cock swell inside his pants. He wore a three-piece suit and now he slipped his suit coat off and returned his hands to her thighs.
"I think maybe you've noticed that you've got my friend here all hot and bothered," he said.
"Hmmmm, yes, I must admit I noticed," she said.
He leaned closer and kissed her lightly on the lips. She shivered when he dabbed his tongue over her lower lip. God, he was turning her on!
She giggled sexily when he darted his tongue over her ear. "You've got a great laugh, you know?" he said.
He slid his hands over her hips and finally up to her tits. She was wearing a tight turtlenecked sweater and he barely touched his fingertips to her upthrust boobs.
He yanked his tie open and pulled it off his neck. "I can't stand these damn things," he said. "When I'm president of the company, I'll abolish them."
He rose up then and pulled her to her feet. He pressed himself against her and kissed her. This time he kissed her hard, plunging his tongue into her mouth and crushing his chest against her tits.
"Feel my cock," he whispered in her ear as he ran his tongue over her neck. "Feel how hard I am, you sexy cunt!"
"I feel it!" she whimpered, folding her arms around his neck and returning the hot embrace.
Her pussy tingled and she pressed herself against him. His prick felt hard. And big. She wished he'd take it out and fuck her right now. Without any preliminaries. Just push her against the desk and stick it in.
"How do you like it?" he whispered, tonguing her ear and squeezing her ass. "Do you like it slow and easy or hard and fast?"
The feel of his stiff prick, stabbing her belly had turned her knees to jelly. "I love it all," she said.
"But haven't you ever had any wild fantasies?" he said.
"Well, yes, doesn't everybody?"
"But that's what I want to know about. Tell me your wildest fantasy."
Terry felt herself grow warm all over. She pressed and strained against his chest and crotch. She caressed his neck and ears and the back of his hair. The heat in her pussy-jungle made her feel faint and she clung to him as she searched her mind.
"I'll help you out," he said. "Have you ever pretended you were getting it from an animal?"
"Lord, no!" she giggled.
She felt warm thick juice flowing out of her pussy and dribbling down her thighs. She wore no panties so there was nothing to catch the flow. She wondered if he knew how turned-on she was.
Now he squeezed her ass with one hand and her tits with the other. "My fantasy right now," he said, "is to bite your boobie through that fucking sweater."
He leaned over and bit down on a mouthful of her tit flesh. She rested on his shoulders and sighed as he lashed his tongue over the wool of her sweater.
The sensations made by his tongue and teeth and lips on her covered tit were incredible. He continued sucking and in a few minutes her sweater was soaked with his saliva and she stroked his hair as he sucked.
He crouched down as he sucked her tits. He went from one to the other until both nipples were stiff and throbbing and the front of her turtle-neck was totally drenched.
He slipped one hand up her leg and she parted her thighs as his fingers reached her pussy. He explored her cunt, snickering when he discovered her bare pussy. He gently massaged her lust-dampened cuntflaps as he gobbled up her tits.
He rose up then and plastered his lips over hers. He eased his tongue hungrily into her mouth and she eagerly sucked it in. She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and pulled his head down to her.
She sucked hard on his tongue and he hugged her so tightly against him she thought he might break a rib.