I have a new man in my life and he is … amazing. His name is Will. He has this southern accent that just makes me weak in the knees. I just melt whenever I hear it. He's the CEO of several companies. He's had me – and I've had him – in hotel rooms and mansions and limos for weeks now. But it's been a secret. In all our time together, I've never been to his office. Never seen him in that world … … until now. Just a few days ago, I scheduled an appointment with him – at his office. He told me later that his assistant – who is a beautiful woman, too, – was kind of confused. She didn't know my name, didn't know who I was … but he told her, yes, make the appointment, and schedule it for late in the day, right around five pm. And have it set for his private office, not for the conference room where he usually meets people. Well, she's a good little secretary. She did exactly as she was told. Anyway … I show up right on time, right around five o'clock. I walk in wearing a tight, tight black skirt, a snowy white satin blouse with tiny little buttons all down the front, black boost stockings and four-inch patent leather heels that give me that imposing look. Will likes that. I'm also wearing a matching black bra and panties set underneath, but he can't see that – not yet. He meets me in his outer office. His hand wraps around mine, dry and warm and just a little...insistent. He tells his assistant she can go home for the day, and he walks me into his inner office. It is huge and cool and the view of the city at sunset outside his huge windows is just … amazing. He offers me some wine I am glad to take it. And I tell him I actually have a real presentation to give him. He is pleased. I love his smile. I was very very serious. I laid out my charts and graphs and handed him a nice thick stack of papers to follow along. Our hands brushed against each other, but only for a moment – no more. Not yet. “I'm ready to begin,” I told him … but then I told him the room seemed so warm … would it be alright if I took off my jacket before we got started? I could see the pupils of his dark, beautiful eyes expanding as he said 'yes,' and I took my time peeling off my pretty little black jacket, turning away to drape it over a chair, giving him a long, leisurely view of my sweet ass under that tight, tight skirt. Then I turned to the whiteboard at one end of his huge office and started writing. I could feel his eyes on me as he watched from his desk, feet propped up. I turned to look, to make sure he was paying attention … and I saw him notice for the first time that one of the buttons on my blouse had come open. But he only got a quick look. Then I turned back to the white board, and I kept writing as I spoke – very serious. Very deliberate. It was a very good presentation. When I turned around again, another button was unbuttoned. A minute later, a third one was open – halfway down my blouse now, so he could clearly see my black bra and my swelling tits underneath the smooth white satin. In fact, as I got to the best part of the presentation, my blouse came all the way out and draped over my skirt, so he could see my wonderful tan tummy, and my flesh where my black leather belt bit into me. It was almost like a strip tease now, like a corporate