On a 10+, Brenda is willing, +1 forward

"Please," Brenda says. "Be my guest." She unclips the trousers of her bright red pantsuit and lets them fall below her knees before shuffling back on her gold wedges to settle back in her leather-covered office chair.

"No panties?" you say.

Brenda laughs. "I took them off as soon as I knew you were on your way," she says. "But if you're collecting senior staff panties, mine are right there in my purse." She waves her hand, and the big diamond on her wedding band sparkles.

You feel a little flush at Brenda's dig at you ending up with Maggie Baxter's panties in your pocket after she had her heart attack while you were going down on her. Fortunately even your small-town hospital is a good place to have a heart attack, so Maggie is back at work and very much on the mend. And back to getting head from your lover Julie while you and Julie are on the outs. Well then.

Today Brenda's purse is a gold-trimmed red clutch that matches her outfit.

And today Brenda's pussy is just how you remember it. A plump mound with dark hair, deep pillowy outer lips covered with the soft, downy tails of her bush. Her inner lips, wet, pink and swollen, gape open for your sight and touch, maybe wetter and more fragrant this time. When you asked Maggie about the signs of two deliveries -- one vaginal, one C-section -- she told you Brenda's story. A teen mother, quickly married and divorced, letting her mom raise her son while she partied her way through college, then starting work with a job organizing promotional events, then fundraising -- her true calling -- where she met her second husband, Tom Box, older and richer and also divorced. Now her son is off at a good college, she has a little girl at home with a nanny, and after her hospital fundraising successes, Brenda has a job that puts her in the path of as much young pussy as she can eat.

"I'm flattered," you say. "For me?" You give Brenda a crooked smile. "I'd think you'd have a flock of nurse trainees swarming you like bees on honey."

"They're candy," Brenda says. "You're cake. Take your clothes off. Everything."

"With your big windows?" you say.

"We're on the top floor," Brenda says. "Nobody can see, especially with the sun on that side."

"I am flattered," you say. You take off your nurse's whites and fold them on a chair to the side. Brenda takes her red plush jacket and lays it down in front of her leather chair.

"Cake," Brenda says. "Eat me, Gloria."

Roll +Hot(+2) (+1 Hot, +1 Forward) to EAT Brenda Box.