This is she," Beth replied, forcing calmness into her tone as she thought: how timely could one get?"Stan... Stan Wilson, Beth," he went on, his smoot... voice gaining confidence. "I just received a shipment of sandals... some beautiful styles, and... and I thought you might like to stop by and have a look at them... when you get time, or are down this way." Why, Stan how thoughtful of you to call me!" Beth exclaimed, her elation quite sincere, but the sandals had little to do with it. "I'd love. It was chilly and raining outside so decided it would be better if she wore her fishnet stockings underneath her work pants. It was a grey suit today and her stockings were bright red. Not wearing underwear to work always turned her on and made her feel real good. Horny and sexy knowing that her pussy may well be rubbing on the inside of her thigh when she crossed her legs. It was a busy day at the office and she hardly had a chance to drink her coffee let alone take a five minute fag break. . " No!", you blurt out, but it is too late. I have already bent over to retrieve your soaked hanky.I am confused at first, and then I become aware of the moisture on the handkerchief. I look at you, nonplussed, smiling."It's not... I mean, I didn't...” you fumble, not sure of what to say. Was it worse to let me think that I was handling a hanky you'd blown your nose in or should you tell me what was really drenching it. Seeing as we were there for sex, had discussed sex in many letters and. " I couldn't stop the words coming from my mouth. I felt embarrassed and as I looked at her her cheeks reddened."Thank you," she said. "If I'd known the gift shop worker was such a sweet and cute girl I would've come down sooner." She winked at me. "I'm Monica Milian, if you finish early let's go horseback riding and get to know each other better," she said the last bit in a seductive tone. She leaned in forward and my eyes lowered down to her bosoms bursting out of the top. I tried not to let.