Danielle at the Office

After a few minutes of sitting in the car and trembling from the nervousness and the winter chill, he saw Shawn emerge from the building and gesture for Daniel to follow.

Once inside the lobby, Shawn locked the large glass door and pointed the way to his office.

"You can change in here," he said, excusing himself to the restroom.

In a matter of minutes, Danielle checked herself out in Shawn's small mirror behind the office door. She was dressed very sexily in a short red satin nightie, matching panties, rust-colored thigh highs and white 5-inch high heel sandals. The panties were a bit small as her hardening clitty made her aware of her arousal. Also adding to her excitement was the fact that she was so nervous because this was the first time she truly dressed somewhere outside her house. Sure, she'd gone for a ride with Shawn a few months back and even fooled around in a darkened park. But this was an office building. If any of the workers or Shawn's boss returned, she wouldn't know what to do.

A knock on the door took her away from such worrisome thoughts. She opened the door and Shawn came in, closing the door behind him. He approached Danielle and slipped his hands around her waist and drew her to him. She reached up and put her arms around his shoulders. They drew close, Shawn rubbing the front of his pants on a silky, nylon-covered thigh. She leaned forward and brushed her lips against his. For many minutes Shawn rubbed as Danielle gave him soft, wispy kisses.

Feeling the need to do more, Danielle broke the embrace and led Shawn to the high-backed chair behind his desk. Sitting him down, she perched herself on the edge of his desk, taking the posture of a hot-to-trot secretary. He reached forward and began caressing her thighs, occasionally brushing his fingers against the front of her panties. He alternated from one thigh to the other, rubbing, caressing, and inhaling her sweet scent that emanated from her thigh highs.

"You smell incredibly sexy," he groaned huskily.