One morning I was delivering a small package to a building in the Downtown area of the city. I had been in the building several times before and knew ...n what floors our regular customers where located. As I came in through the back entrance, I spotted a really handsome, heavyset man coming in the front entrance with two other men. I didn't think he had seen me as I stopped and stared (I hope my mouth didn't hang open). They seemed to be heading for the elevators, so I gauged my walk to arrive. It was then that I wondered how it would feel to wear such a sexy item of lingerie, and my cock started to throb harder and harder as I considered sliding the knickers down to my feet and back up to tuck them snugly between my arse cheeks and over my solid cock. Curiosity and an ache to discover what these gorgeous French knickers felt like drove me to do just that, and I moved the knickers down to my feet and slide them up around my ankles.It was here that I hesitated... will this single act. It was six pages long, with a lot of fine print and legalese."What's this?" Arnie said. "A contract? I thought you'd just have me sign a purchase order." Oh, no," Vera said. "We don't do business that way at Cloven Flour. We make a very special product, and we select our customers very carefully. We have certain legal requirements that are necessary in order to do business." I don't know," Arnie said. "I'm not a lawyer, and that paper looks like a pretty complicated legal document. I could be. " Thanks," I mumbled and we kissed again."Do you want to go out one night?" he asked.I mentally counted to five so as not to appear to eager then I said yes.He picked me up the following night after I spent two hours getting ready. God what was I going to wear? I wanted something sexy but not sluttish, a very thin line. In the end I chose a short black shirt under a white blouse and sexy bra. I left one more button undone that was normal just to add a bit of spice. After a nice meal and a dance.