It has been a number of weeks that we have been having sex with each other. We even went on a few dates outside of the office. But even though the sex was good, we agreed that it seemed to be missing something.
You love the feeling of almost getting caught. The knowledge that you are doing something that you shouldn’t be, in a place and time that you shouldn’t. As good as it is going over to each other’s place and “enjoying the evening”, it still seems like it is missing something. So, we agreed to not date.
We still have sex but we agreed that we should try to “keep it fun and special”.
There was real thrill having lunch-time sex in an open conference room. The emergency stairwell is also exciting, but you want something that is a bit more comfortable. As exciting as early morning sex in the office is, there are severe limitations, as to how, where, and who enjoys who.
You are thinking about all of this as you are getting ready for work. You look at the weather report as you layout clothing.
“Today will be cool and clear, with a wind out of the North West…..”.
As you hear that, you go to your closet and grab a pair of slacks, but next to it is a thick, long plaid skirt. You grab the skirt instead. "It is thick and long enough to cover whatever I am wearing underneath." You think slyly. You go to dresser and pull out your garter belt, dark stockings, and a matching bra. You reach for a matching pair of panties, but instead grab your crotchless ones. You also pull out the solid crotch panties and set them aside to put in your purse. "If the wind is too cold, I might need these." You think. You look at yourself in the mirror as you put on the bra, then put on the garter belt. "I love how this looks."
You sit down and slowly slide on your stockings. The texture of the smooth fabric feels so good on your legs. "I should wear these more often."
You pull on your crotchless panties last. "If my mom saw me dressing like this, she would ask “What porn movie are you shooting? Only porn stars and sluts wear panties over their stockings.”’
You look at yourself in the mirror again. "I love the look and feel of this." you think as you pull on a dark cotton blouse and button it up, then the thick skirt. Another check in the mirror. "Perfect for a day when the weather is cool, and I have a sexy surprise concealed underneath." You smile wickedly.
The last thing, "Boots or “fuck me pumps”?" You look at your closet again. Your calf high boots will go better with the outfit.
After a last quick check in the mirror, you put the spare panties in your purse, grab a cup of coffee, and your cell phone. You quickly text me, "I hope you were a good boy last night; I might have a treat for you today."
As you are driving, a message pops up on your phone, “I was good. Can I have a sneak peek? Or do I have to wait?”
Using voice to text you reply, "Special treats are only for good boys who wait."
“Ok. See you in the office.”
You pull into the parking lot, arriving before me. "Good".
The wind is cold as you step out of the car. "Good thing this skirt is thick", you think as blows hard against you.
Once you are inside the building, you use the ladies’ room and you check your outfit and makeup. Then you stop and open the handicapped stall. Looking at the grab bars, raised toilet, larger stall walls, you smile to yourself and then go to your desk.
As you set down your purse, you hear a low wolf whistle. I walk up behind you. “That looks so sexy on you. I love the boots and skirt.” I lower my voice some more, “Is that my treat?”
You whisper back "You will have to wait and see." You sit down and log into your computer and start focusing on emails. Luckily today, most of what you are dealing with is routine. A chat window from me pops up from time to time. “When do I get my treat?”
‘If you can’t wait, you will ruin the surprise.’ You respond.
I grab a stack of papers and walk up to your desk. “Are you sure you don’t need my help with anything right now?” I ask. "No, I'm good. Maybe as we get closer to lunchtime, I might need a hand with something. Maybe I might have an idea of something tasty that you'll want to eat?" you say in a low and seductive.
I let out a groan of frustration.
You glance down at my lap and see the outline of my cock. Then you stand and whisper in my ear, as your hand brushes my crotch. "Aawww, are you getting frustrated? Maybe you will have to wait even longer?"
You kiss my cheek and sit down.
I walk back to my desk, and you look around. You notice that Joan, whose desk isn’t far from yours, looks at you with a wicked smile. She shakes her head and focuses on her work.
You get a little turned on, knowing that you are getting me hard, and that Joan might have noticed. Just the thought of almost getting caught, even though you weren’t doing anything, makes your nipples harden a bit, and you flush at the fact that you are wearing your crotchless panties around everyone.
You remember the day that I sat under my desk and ate your pussy as others were arriving. "Mmmmm it is a wonderful thought, but he can’t do that right now." you think.
Later on, you look at the clock. It’s 10:30, too early for lunch, but good enough for a coffee break. You make a last check of emails to make sure there aren’t any client requests.
Nothing in the queue.
You open a chat window. "I am going to get some coffee. Wait 5 minutes and then see me over by the Ladies’ room on the first floor."
You stand up, grab your coffee cup and walk out of the area. There is a snack bar on the first floor not far from the Ladies’ room, so you go there, and refill your cup.
You then check the Ladies’ room to ensure it is empty.
A few minutes later, I walk over to you. “Should I get a coffee…”
You grab my shirt and pull me in. You lead me all the way to the handicapped stall and latch it. You kiss me passionately. My warm lips pressed against yours.
You release me, and hold your finger to your lips in a "keep quiet" motion.
I silently nod. You raise up your thick skirt and show me your sexy underwear.
“Oh my. Is that for me?” I whisper. You nod and motion for me to get on my knees. Grabbing one of the support bars, you press against one of the stall walls.
I slide my hands up your stocking clad legs and softly kiss the bare part of your right inner thigh just above the top of the stocking. You spread your legs a bit wider and feel my breath on your exposed pussy as I slowly kiss closer to it. You close your eyes and anticipate my tongue on your pussy lips.
My hands grab your ass cheeks as I slowly lick up and down. You feel the tip of my tongue slowly going between and around your sweet, damp pussy. You inhale sharply as I thrust my tongue hungrily into you.
We hear the door to the ladies’ room open and someone goes into the first stall. You grab my hair and hold my head still, as you slowly sit down on the toilet seat, your legs still spread.
I look up at you from under your skirt. You make the "Shhh" motion with your other hand. I silently nod as you continue to hold my hair.
We hear the other person using the toilet unaware of us. I slowly lick around your clit. I make quick flicking motions with just the tip. A small moan escapes your lips. You clasp your hand over your mouth. We hear the other person wiping and then flushing. With the noise of the water, I clamp my mouth on your clit and suck firmly. You moan again through your closed mouth.
We hear her leave, and you pull my head from between your legs. "I want you to fuck me now." You whisper. We stand up. You turn around and lean over the toilet, grabbing both safety bars. Your heart is beating harder. You try to steady your breathing, as you feel me raise your skirt over your ass, then the tip of my hard cock slowly rubbing your wet open pussy.
I am enjoying this too. I grab your hips and thrust deeply. You inhale sharply again. I work my cock in and out. You love how it feels as I take you from behind. You grab the bars more firmly as I fuck you harder. You bite your lower lip to keep from making noise. "God, this feels so good."
My cock feels so thick and hard inside of you. You release one grab bar, reach down, and rub your clit. You're going to cum so hard. The thought of someone walking in just as you cum fills your mind and you feel even more excited. You rub your clit faster as you feel my cock thrust and hold it inside of you.
"No, don’t cum inside of me. I want it in my mouth." you say in a hushed tone. I pull out, and stand there. My cock coated with your juices and twitching.
You turn around and grab it. You stroke me hard and fast, with your mouth open at the tip. I grab the walls of the stall as I cum. My moan is audible, as my cum shoots into your open mouth. You then suck the tip, tasting both your flavors and mine. I stand there as you take me fully in your mouth. The familiar flavor of my cum fills your mouth, as you suck me clean.
You stand up and kiss me passionately sharing our flavors. Then you use some toilet paper to wipe your freshly used pussy, and flush.
We slowly open the stall door to ensure the room is empty. After quickly washing your hands, and checking in the mirror that your clothing is straight, you check the hallway to see if anyone will notice both of us leaving.
I grab your coffee cup which you left on the small shelf in the stall.
Once we are in the hallway, I hand you your cup. “I think your cup needs topped off. I will get a cup too.”
We go back upstairs to the office. After checking emails, a message pops up from me. “Did you finish? If not, do you want to try again this afternoon?” You type back. "I was close, but got what I wanted. Let’s see how the day goes. I might need your help later."
"I like these panties on a day like today." you think as you smile to yourself.
No comments:
Post a Comment