Bored stiff at the office that night. My boss, Mrs. Merie, strict as hell, no fun. Made me finish a dull report. Colleagues gone hours ago. Dusk falling outside. Peek around. Alone. Mouse hovers over Internet Explorer. Click. Search bar glows. Type ‘lingerie.’ Hit enter. Boom. 62,500 hits. Random click. Girls in thongs, garters, corsets. Shaved pussies spread wide. Flesh teasing through lace. Cock twitches hard.
Don’t hear her. ‘What are you looking at, Mr. LeBlanc?’ Mrs. Merie. Hated boss. Right behind. Face burns red. Kid caught stealing. Can’t close tabs. Screen blasts close-up: pussy lips parted by a naughty finger shoving aside tiny thong string.
The Contact
‘Tsk tsk,’ she mocks. ‘Not gay after all?’ Stammer no. Her hand on my shoulder. Warm. ‘Joking.’ Fingers slide up. Undo collar buttons. Hand slips under shirt. Caresses my smooth chest. Heart pounds. Freeze.
She spins my chair. Face her. Standing tall. Gray suit, white silk blouse. Grabs my hand. Slides it under skirt. Between thighs. Nylon smooth. She guides fingers higher. Push. Explore.
Head to her chest. She strokes my hair. Hand climbs thigh. Hits stocking top. Garters snap soft. Never dreamed this prude wore my porn fantasies. Naked skin patch above stockings to panty edge. Finger under elastic. Shaved smooth. Middle finger traces slit. Up to clit.
Skirt hikes up. Exploration lifts it. She bucks hips faint. Likes it. Yank skirt to belly. Spread pink panty aside. Lips dive in. Taste musky. Wet already. Drink her juice. Tongue laps folds.
Floor creaks under chair. Light filters under door. Janitor? Hold breath. She sighs soft. Muffled.
Sit her on desk. Facing me. Slide skirt off. Fuck, she’s hot. Pink panty matches garter belt. Pearl-gray stockings hug long thighs. Dive back. Lick pussy deep. She unbuttons blouse. Frees pear-shaped tits from bra. Heavy. Pinches nipples. Twists. Rolls.
Pussy soaked in spit and cream. Tongue flicks clit. Finger trails ass crack. Brushes hole. She jolts. Likes. Wet finger from pussy dips anus. Hips grind fast. Moans low. Finger fucks deeper. Hole stretches. Three knuckles in. Ass dances wild.
The Indiscretion
She stands. Takes charge. Unzips me. Pants, boxers to ankles. Cock throbs huge. Mouth engulfs. Tongue swirls head. Hand pumps shaft. Groan escapes. Her mouth full. Expert suck. Slurps quiet. Finger sneaks my ass. Mirrors me. Prostate tease.
Knows I’m close. Stops. Kisses me. Tastes my pre-cum.
Bend her over desk. Ass up. Round cheeks. Slide pink panty down. Off. Panties in her slit. Stuff deep. Pull out soaked. Suck flavor. Cock slides pussy. Slow thrusts. Thumb in ass. She rocks back hard.
Pulls me out. Wants ass. Hole ready. Cock sinks in. Pounds. She cums shaking. Pull out. Blast ropes on cheeks.
Exhausted. She demands tongue clean ass. Then kiss. Tongues swap cum. Night full dark. Light sliver under door flickers. Close call.
Wipe her. Panties back on, soaked. Skirt up. Fix me. Pants zipped. Sneak out. Hall empty. Stairs creak soft. Heart hammers. No one sees.
Dinner spot nearby. She orders. I stare. Never see her same. Fantasize pink panties dripping her love juice. Secret ours.