Becky, a nice looking young black woman, was walking past Dave's office, her boss. She knew he always stared at her and she strutted her stuff. Looking toward him she said, "Hi Dave," in a tantalizing sweet voice. She enjoyed teasing a white man with her black beauty. Becky was wearing a tight thin dress that showed her immaculate chocolate thin figure and her panty lines.
Dave spoke up, "Hi Becky. Hey can you come in for a minute?" Dave was sitting at his desk and motioned for her to sit on the table top opposite from him. As she slid onto the table top, her legs spread a little and Dave got a nice upskirt eye shot of her legs and panties.
Dave got up and closed the door for privacy, nonchalantly locking it. He crossed in front of her, "You have a performance review coming up soon." As he walked past her he purposely nudged her knee to further spread her legs.
Becky started to close her knees but Dave accidently bumped against them again and kind of stood there for a minute. Becky got the message and kept them open as showing off her stuff. After all, all he could really see was her panties, just clothing and legs. A man can see more than that on a beach. For that matter she didn't care if he actually saw her pussy if he wanted to see it.
Dave went back around his desk to enjoy the view. "You have a good sense of humor and seem to get along with everyone. That is a good quality and I just wanted to let you know that I have noticed. You also stay well groomed and dress well."
Becky said, "Thank you."
Dave went on, "Speaking of dressing well, you have a nice dress on today. Hey why don't you stand up for a minute and show it off to me. That's it, now turn around once. I overheard some of you ladies talking about white meat the other day."
Becky giggled, "Yeah and don't you talk about dark meat?"
"I have to see some first." Dave replied quickly looking to escalate the conversation.
"It will cost you," she replied.
"Well now we are talking, why don't you sit on that table again, but lift your dress up so you are sitting on your panties."
Becky lifted her dress waist high showing her form fit light colored panties, wiggled her hips, arched her back, and then upturned her crotch before turning around to sit and let the dress down around her hips. The hem rode high and exposed her pussy crotch as she spread her knees back out.
Dave looked at her eyes for a second and then directly at her pussy. "You have a nice figure."
He traced his finger up her arm, "You have nice smooth skin," as he traced her arm toward her shoulder his outer forearm brushed against her nipple through her blouse as if by mistake. "Let me see the other one," making as if an awkward shift of position he drew his hand up her other arm, but this time his inner forearm pressed and lifted against her other breast coming across her other nipple as the weight of her breast was against his arm. "Very nice."
"Those light colored cotton print panties contrast well with your skin tone. Looks good."
"Thank you," Becky said. Her nipples were hard now and she was beginning to feel warm.
"They look soft, can I feel?"
Becky nodded, not knowing what to say and feeling flush in the face.
Dave reached down and gently traced the band of her panties down her crotch and across at the asshole to the other side and back up, and then across her clit mound, then up and down the sides of her vulva. Lightly he traced the pussy crack until he could feel her lips swelling, and kept teasing them, and her clit. "Feel good?"
"I ought to charge you for that." Becky was getting wet.
"How would you like to earn ten dollars?" Dave was already slipping his hand in her panties.
"For what?"