It had been a tough few years for Amber. Growing up on a farm in a rural community was not suited to her aspirations. It wasn't what she wanted. She aspired to a high flying career and life in the big city, or a large town at least. Her father dominated the household and his attitude to anything remotely intellectual didn't help. His stock response was "Education don't get the pigs 'n chickens fed!"
Amber had applied for a job she saw advertised for a "Post Clerk" with a national property company in a large town 100 miles away. Her sharp wit and character won her the position and her professional approach to everything saw her promoted to "Junior Administrator" in short time.
It was lowly paid, and whilst her grandparent's small endowment helped, it was not enough. Amber knew though that she had other skills and part time work outside the office, particularly weekends, more than made ends meet. It funded her private study of business and accounting. These in turn fuelled her desire to climb the corporate ladder in any way she could, and using everything she had at her disposal. She was starting to get noticed; she hoped for her professionalism but knowing her other charms might be part of it.
I have noted how prim, proper, and professional Amber is around the office. She is generally dressed in a pressed white shirt and figure hugging, navy blue, knee length skirt, nude hose and court shoes. That is exactly as it should be for a junior administrator. I wonder though if that image is entirely representative of her character. Having discussed this with someone who knows her better I have my suspicions so will use my seniority to find out.
"Amber, I need you to come to my office at 20.00 as we have some late night work to do!"
"Yes Sir!"
"Thank you for being prompt. I will just close the door while you hang your coat on the hook here; your briefcase can go on my desk. Whilst there is an image that you present in the office I have it on good authority that in your private life you are far from prim and proper. My work this evening, with which you will assist, is to test this. Please stand over here in front of me whilst I sit on the desk."
Amber stands before me holding my gaze with an almost lustful look in her eyes daring me to do something. Slowly her fingers move and unfasten the top button of her shirt before moving to the next.
"I take it, Sir, that I am not here to take dictation am I?"
"How very perceptive of you, but no, you are not and I am quite capable of dealing with those buttons myself thank you!"
My hands are on the open neck of Amber's shirt teasing buttons open and lifting it over her shoulders so it now rests open at the elbows. Apart from flinching slightly she stays there holding my gaze still daring me. Nodding and looking down at her skirt is further encouragement for me. It is a simple matter for me to pull down the side zip and lever it over tight, firm, buttocks so it falls to the floor.
Amber is now standing in a paper thin white see thru bra and matching panties with lace garter belt and lace topped stockings. Her hazel nut-brown nipples and aureola are clearly visible through the thin material, as is a neatly trimmed pussy. There is no embarrassment on her face, merely an acceptance and anticipation of what might follow.
"My informant was correct, your outward appearance betrays your true character as evidenced by your choice of underwear. Please remove and fold your shirt and pick up your skirt. Place them in your briefcase. When you have done so, please come over to the sofa where I will watch while you strip for me. Something else I have been told you are rather good at. Please carry on".
I walk over to the leather chesterfield sofa and relax back against the arm awaiting Amber's performance.........
Taking off her shirt and collecting the skirt Amber walks seductively to my desk where, facing away from me, she carefully folds each garment. In doing so she is standing with feet together bending forward at the waist to fold. Her ass sways slightly holding my vision as I focus on the thin panties now disappearing between those lovey cheeks. After carefully placing both items in the briefcase it is closed with a "click".
Turning around, Amber leans back slightly on the desk ensuring she has my full attention before slowly walking back to the sofa as if on a catwalk, hips swaying. Standing in front of me she holds my gaze. Her hands go behind her back to the clasps of the bra unhooking them but keeping the tension on full breasts.They now come forward holding each cup in place as if modesty has prevailed. It has not, as she shimmies so the straps fall from smooth shoulders. Relaxing the grip, and allowing her arms to lie by her sides, the flimsy garment falls to the floor.
Amber's firm, young, breasts are magnificent! Placing delicate hands on her belly she shrugs forcing them forward. I cannot take my eyes off them, "You seem to be enjoying the show" Amber tells me!
Her hands now moving to her hips she tucks thumbs under the strings at the side of her panties and turns around. Rotating her hips and bending accentuates her pussy. Forcing the strings down the panties are squeezed over Amber's ass, then she bends pressing on until they reach her knees. This reveals swollen lips to me before the flimsy material falls to her ankles. Stepping out of her panties, Amber turns to face me. Legs slightly apart, a hand goes down between her legs rubbing and collecting dew before her fingers are popped into her mouth and sucked.
"I hope I have proved your informant correct.....I do know how to strip for a gentleman. What next do you have in mind for me .....Sir? Doubtless you have been told I love to fuck...either sex. Where is it to be, on the desk or bent over the sofa?" Amber says with one hand on a breast and the other between her thighs.
I bend down and collect the panties lying before me.
