We’d arranged to take a couple of customers to dinner, and as my flat was just round the corner form the office, Sara, one of the other sales people in our firm, had come back to my place after work with a change of clothes. She went into the spare room to get changed leaving the door slightly ajar and by good luck, the angle of the full length mirror gave me a perfect reflection of Sara from the sitting room. She pulled the zip down the back of her dress and her bare back confirmed what I’d been wondering all day long; that she’d been braless in work. She dropped the dress to the floor and stepped out of it. I saw that she was wearing sheer tights without knickers. She soon removed her tights and was now naked. Her body was almost perfect; firm, teardrop tits, slim hips, long slim thighs and neatly trimmed pubic hair. A wonderful sight. She took a tee shirt from her bag placed it over her head and pulled down over her naked tits, her nipples clearly visible through the thin fabric. I was delighted to see that she made no effort to put any knickers on and wriggled into her jeans, pulling them over her hips and struggling slightly to fasten them. She took a pair of strappy high heeled shoes form her bag and spent a few minutes fastening them. A sort time later she came into the sitting room and we were ready to go. I was forced to carry my jacket in front of me as I had a raging hard on which hardly went way all night because I couldn’t stop thinking that Sara had no underwear on. How easy is it to please us men?