She reaches for her belt buckle...

and begins to undo the straps at her waist. Without a single word or further question, Monique slid her skirt off, sitting back down in her chair, with the black fabric bunched at her feet. Then, looking me straight in the eye, the young, elegant woman, who had never given any sign of sexual interest, began to remove her sensible blouse. Underneath was not a bra, but instead a thin fabric undershirt.

A complete vision from heaven sat in front of me now. She pulled her hair out of it's barrette and shook her head gently, allowing her black mane to tousle out over her shoulders. Her stockings went only partially above the knee. The white shirt did little to hide anything, and barely supported her gorgeous breasts at all. The fabric was loosing the battle to keep her nubs and breasts a secret, as her nipples pressed out against the fabric.

Monique leaned forward to let her magnificent orbs fall forward even more. It was then that I noticed her panties. They were black, barely, as they were also almost completely lace and crotchless. "Fortunately," she said, never breaking her piercing gaze, "you caught me on a good day. Now, what position do you want to start in?"

In just a few minutes, this shy and demure single mother had gone to complete slut. The power of the green was showing it's evil face, and I was loving it.