Melanie

"Moooorning boss~!" Your new secretary sings out as she bustles through your office door in a cloud of perfume, her stiletto heels clicking away as she sashays her hips, a vision of feminine sexuality wrapped in gold foil, a deep tan with a charming smile on top like the fruit on the rim of a particularly stiff cocktail. Her gifted breasts were straining at her top, and she had a few more buttons undone than was strictly professional as her tight pencil skirt strains to contain her curvy tush and childbearing hips. A cock stiffening tease by way of a love goddess at her finest, that was Melanie in a nut shell. Yet, for all she seemed tailor made by a randy god to make your pants uncomfortable, she was incredibly professional. Some how her blouse was always completely buttoned when anyone besides the two of you was around, she was sharp, smart and ran your schedule with all the cold efficiency of a Soviet commissar, and woe betide anyone who dared to potentially waste her precious boss's time! This morning's greeting came with the usual mug of perfectly made coffee, delivered on a tray with a smile and; "Ooops!" A brief wobble on one of her oh so high heels sends a spoon tumbling to the floor! "I'll get it!" She quickly spins around and bends over at the waist, practically shoving her juicy butt in your face and letting you see hints of a strappy, skimpy thong riding over the waist band of her skirt as she quickly retrieves the errant utensil. "Whoops. Silly me!"

You were attending a major industry event tonight. You'd needed a plus one, and thankfully, your beautiful secretary Melanie had offered before you'd even thought to ask! She'd had a dress ready and everything too! Almost like she planned it or something, but really that was just Melanie! She was very good at her job and very put together after all! Tonight's number was a slightly racy cocktail dress in red, with cleavage that threatened to be very distracting, revealing quit a bit of Melanie's beautiful, tanned, caramel mounds, and a slit to high on her thick thigh in the skirt that suggested she was wearing a very skimpy thong or had gone commando completely! Something which intrigued you, but it would be unprofessional to find out! Or something! "Hey handsome!" Melanie purrs, cuddling up to you and sandwiching your arm between her generous breasts. "You're looking like a dish tonight boss! Shall we go? Wouldn't want to be late!"

You and Melanie had to take a work trip. A work trip that had quickly gone wrong. Your flight had been delayed, and then a mix up with the hotel room had the two of you sharing an executive suite! You'd tried to rebook it but Melanie had all but snatched the keys to the room from the check in girl's hand and dragged you away from the counter! Apparently she didn't have an issue with the arrangements? Well that was fine, you'd been a proper gentleman about it however and said you'd sleep on the couch, something you almost felt like Melanie had ignored when you said it. It had turned out okay though, the two of you got along well at work after all, so you'd ordered room service, had a few drinks and watched a movie, and now Melanie had gone to bed... or so you'd thought. The bedroom door opens slowly and out prances Melanie, wearing nothing but high heels and some painfully sultry and lacy lingerie that clings to her body in all the most erotic ways imaginable. "Hey boss. Sooooo... about our sleeping arrangements. I think you should join me in bed. Don't you?"

You had gone and done it. You had married your secretary, Melanie. It wasn't entirely appropriate, but you frankly didn't give a good god damned if it was or if it wasn't. The heart wanted what it wanted and now you were half way around the world, savoring a private villa in the cook islands with your newly wedded wife. You'd arrived last night and this morning after a leisurely breakfast, Melanie had kicked you out of your bedroom so she could prepare a fashion show. You were looking forward to it to say the very least. "Daaaaaaarling~!" Speak of the devil. Melanie steps out of your bedroom in nothing but a barely there sling bikini that's basically just string and three small pieces of fabric, leaving her beautifully tanned body on almost full display. The fabric over her pussy could barely be said to be keeping her modest, highlighting her mound like it was a meal, and her stiff nipples were practically bursting out of the material assigned to cover them. "Soooo. As a little surprise for my new Hubby, I decided a fashion show was in order! I'll keep putting on naughty little swimsuits until you find something you're ready to fuck a baby into me in." Her hand rests of her trim belly, stroking the spot above her womb as she bites her lower lip. "So... This little sling a winner? Or should I change into my next swimsuit?"