I was at one of our work off-site team meetings. We were spending a few residential days out of the office in the conference facilities of a plush hotel. About a dozen of us were sitting around the big conference table staring at the big screen up front, being slowly bored brain dead by interminable presentation after presentation.

There was only one presentation I was interested in, the one by our lawyer, Susannah. She was the only woman among us. She’s in her late thirties, my age. She’s a beauty, as elegant as you’d expect a senior lawyer to be, and she’s got a sex-bomb figure too. As Susannah rose from her executive chair and strode confidently to the lectern at the front my eyes followed her every inch of the way.

Her blonde hair tied back in a loose pony tail swung with her strides. Through the back of her thin white blouse my eyes could just make out the straps of a dark coloured bra. My eyes locked onto the curves of her buttocks and the outline of her panties as her tight grey business skirt tightened over each cheek in turn. As she mounted the podium I enjoyed the backs of her sheer black nylon clad legs. She turned to face her audience and my hungry eyes explored her bulging blouse.

She smiled, then her presentation began.

“Good morning everyone. I hope you all enjoyed a good night’s sleep after our time in the bar last night.” Subdued laughter. I certainly had after I’d stroked my hard hungry cock off in bed thinking of what I’d like to do with Susannah. “Now. I’d like to start by summarising the intellectual property position...”

My eyes remained dutifully on Susannah, but my mind was miles from intellectual property...

In my thoughts I was alone with Susannah in the conference room. She was in that same blouse, skirt and nylons squatting on her shiny black high heels on the conference table with her knees together. I was sitting in front of her in my executive chair.

As I watched her she slowly and smoothly swung her legs as wide apart as she could get them to treat me to a full frontal upskirt display. I saw she was in sheer black stockings with lacy tops. Above her stocking tops I could see the naked flesh of the inside of her thighs, and above that the shadow of her cunt bush showing through see through black lace panties.

As I watched she reached down and pulled the front of her panties aside to show me her naked pussy. Spreading her legs had pulled her vagina wide open. Her pink labia glistening with her juices were peeping through her surrounding bush of brown pubic hair. She nudged her hips toward me.

“Kiss me on my pussy.”

I leaned forward to thrust my head between her spread thighs. Her juice-moistened cunt fur brushed my nose, lips and tongue as I ruffled her bush with my tongue then kissed and licked her labia. Susannah gasped and moaned with sexual pleasure and squeezed my face between her thighs.

“Strip for me,” I ordered. “Leave your stockings till last.”

She obeyed. Her skirt came off first. Her panties barely covered her bush. At the back was just a thong strap nestling between ass cheeks that gleamed smoothly under the ceiling lights. Her blouse followed, then her bra. Her big round breasts with deep pink peaking nipples bounced out and swung heavily as she moved in her striptease. They were every bit as delicious as I’d imagined in my masturbation fantasy the night before.

“Swing your tits for me, whore,” I grunted.

Obediently Susannah got on all fours and swung her pendulous breasts.

“Now take your knickers off, real slow.”

She slipped her panties down tantalisingly slowly. She paused to pose with them stretched round her spread thighs erotically underlining her pussy. She slipped her panties off and spread her legs wide to show me her bush of brown cunt hair surrounding her slit, then tossed me her panties. I ran them through my fingers. They were as delicate and brief as my wife’s panties I play with. They were still warm from her body and smelled of an erotic mixture of her juices and her perfume.

Finally, spreading and folding up the long shapely legs I’d ogled so many times she smoothly slipped each stocking off in turn, and she was nude.

“Pose for me, slut, and show me what you’ve got.” I demanded.

Susannah knew what men like to see. Still on the table top she squirmed and arched her naked body into leg-spreading, pussy-thrusting, bottom-wiggling, tit- bouncing and swinging poses every bit as penis-straining erotic and kinky as anything in the porn I’d been ogling. As she posed she stroked and massaged her pussy, moaning softly with the pleasure.