“I’ll just be in the kitchen making fresh coffee. I know you are like your mom. She couldn’t stand stale coffee. I on the other hand adore it.�...Make the fresh coffee,” She agreed. She was also walking through the door to the bedroom, as she pulled the scrub top from her suit bottoms. It left her with a much too fancy bra to wear under scrubs. I noted it, but promised myself not to ask.I went through the door to the kitchen to make her some fresh coffee. While I was in the kitchen, I glanced back. She had never wanted to cause pain and she still didn't, did she?The train arrived, on time for a change, at Cannon Street and she embarked on the last short stage of her daily journey to work. The security guard gave her his usual cheery greeting, spontaneous and one hundred per cent genuine in her case, unlike for some of the stuffed shirts who worked there! She went into the lift lobby, getting into Lift No 4 with a handful of others, including Madge.Arriving at the eighth floor she made her. She admired me for while and removed her own shirt.After she removed her skirt and shoes, she reached to pull her socks off."No, keep those on. You look so fucking sexy like that."Her hair fell into her face again, but this time I definitely found it attractive instead of annoying. She looked up at me with her huge brown eyes and laid down on my bed. I crawled over her as I swept over her smooth body with my eyes. First her tan legs, then her black cotton panties, her flat belly, and lastly her. I’ve wanted to since I first saw you walk in the office. But, I don’t want to seem easy and besides, I love sexy talk. Can you manage?”“I’ll give it my best shot.”“go for it…big guy”“Show me your tits Natalie.”Natalie glanced at Jack’s offering. The brown thumper that he rested on the counter of the office’s reception area window and wondered where he had put that thing in the past. He surely gave it heartily to some.