He nodded for her to proceed.

Jackie unzipped her short, tight skirt at the side and squirmed out of it. She wore red bikini pants, the crotch-band of which was already wet. She wiggled around a bit, letting him admire her, then hooked her fingers under the elastic band and drew the panties down.

Foley looked with approval at her cunt. She was a true blonde and her pubic bush was a heavy mound of golden curls, slightly darker than her hair.

She opened her lush thighs slightly. He could see the top of her slit, a moist pink gash that split her bush delicately. Her clit was rigid and beginning to tingle. She lifted her arms and posed. She spun gracefully around in a full circle so that he could admire her from all angles.

"Mmmmmm, beautiful," said Foley, his cock lurching.

"Want me to undress you?" Jackie asked, quite willing to do such things in the line of duty.

"No, later, Jackie, there won't be time to undress me."

She could see that this was true. The head of his cock was rampaging on the end of its thick shaft. The cleft was parted and already a drop of glistening fluid had oozed out from the split and was trickling down the knob.

He motioned her back to the desk. Jackie backed up until her ass bumped into the big executive desk and then slid onto the surface, her ass braced on the very edge. She opened her thighs. Her cunt was flooded and unfurled, the lips peeled back, revealing the dark inner flesh, streaked with cunt juice.

Foley advanced on her with his cock jutting out before him.

Jackie placed her hands on the desk behind her and arched her slender back. She thrust her belly out and her smooth, shapely thighs parted wider. Her cunt was trembling, as she watched the head of his pecker draw nearer. His cock needed no guidance. It dipped its head until it was on a line with her crotch, a pointer directing itself towards that creamy delta. As she waited, her cunt creamed more, turning her golden, sunlit forest into a flooded swamp. The head of his dick bounced against the inside of her thigh, just above the knee, and skidded down that sleek, open track. The tip nestled into her sodden slot.