"You must be kidding Susan, a babe like you can't hook up in a place like this?"

"You must be kidding Susan, a babe like you can't hook up in a place like this?" you ask her, meaning every word of it. She is far too beautiful for you to believe any of that nonsense. She is one of the most beautiful women you've ever seen.

"It's not just that..." Susan says, blushing a little. "I mean, I'm a little shy, and all the guests, they don't think to ask for me. Except for you." She blushes even harder and looks away.

"I find it hard to believe you're that shy, Susan," you say, approaching her and looking deep into her green eyes. Your fingers find the front of her blouse, helping her with the rest of the buttons. Her own hands drop lightly down to your waist, and she leans up to kiss you. Your lips meet and there is an electric connection, you're surprised how passionate and full of fire she is.

"Wait," she says, pulling away. "Let me undress for you." She steps over to one side of the room, and reluctantly you tear yourself away, falling into the couch on the far side of the office, your eyes riveted to her lithe movements.

She slips off her blouse and shakes her long hair out over one shoulder, smiling at you, before reaching behind her and unclasping her bra. For a moment her creamy white breasts are in view, their nipples quite visible even from the far side of the room, but she coyly turns away, her back to you.

Now she's kicking off her heels and wriggling out of her skirt, a short black number that drops to the floor. You're surprised that she's not wearing any panties, just a pair of sleek black pantyhose, and as she turns around again, you can see she's shaven quite bare in the front. She smiles at you playfully, running her hands up and down her body, over her breasts and along the sheer fabric.