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It was summer, and it was hot. I was working in an office in a busy city centre; a bit of a cube farm, with desks in lines just separated by low partitions. Unusually, in my line of work, there were a fair few women working along side me, and one, sat right opposite, was quite young, and very pretty.
Long auburn hair, full figure, and beautiful grey-green eyes. She often wore very tight, very short skirts that showed off her nylon clad legs to perfection. On top she would most often wear a business-like white blouse with buttons popping across her amazing, large breasts. Occasionally, she would wear very tight vest tops with either no bra or a sports bra underneath.
We didn't really speak much, just a nod and a smile of a morning or when coming back from grabbing a coffee in the kitchenette. Her smile was electric though; straight, white teeth and genuine warmth. I fantasised a lot about Georgie. I had more than one wank in the company toilets with thoughts of her hard nipples poking through that tight vest top, or the hint of lacey bra through the opening in her blouse. And, yes, I thought of her sometimes while I was fucking my wife (which was few and far between if I'm honest).
What happened that summer started small. I dropped my pencil one day. I swore under my breath and reached down. No luck. All I managed to do was knock if further under the desk. I pushed my chair back, huffed a little then got on my hands and knees and crawled under the desk to retrieve that stupid tube of wood.
As I poked about I noticed, not more than three feet away, a nylon clad foot. No shoe, just a nicely shaped foot covered in dark nylon. Not so thick that I couldn't see the skin beneath, nor yet so sheer that there wasn't some mystery to the barrier. My gaze ran up the shapely curve of the calf, across the tightly bent knee and then stopped. Transfixed. Georgie was sat back on her chair, but pushed tight under the table, her knees quite wide apart. Her tights were those gusset-less kind, and I had a very clear view of the small triangle of white fabric that made up her panties. Stretched tight across her mound, pulling slightly into the slit beneath.
My cock twitched to life in my trousers, making a slightly too noticeable bulge, but I was transfixed. Her knees swayed together and apart slowly as she worked.
I pulled myself together and returned to my seat, pencil too obviously in hand, and worked some more.
For the next few days all I could think about was that view. Her shapely legs clad in nylon, framing the hidden secret at their root.
I tried not to make it obvious, but I had to see some more. In an overly theatrical display I dropped my pencil again. And huffing unconvincingly under the table I went.
On this day, her skirt was ridden up her thighs a little, and her black tights were much more sheer. Her panties, lacey and small, barely covered the triangle of her sex. Through the nylon and lace I was almost sure I could see the auburn curls of her pubic hair, some even peeping over the top. As I moved, I banged my head on the table, and had to make a quick return to the surface. I stood rubbing my head.
"You alright, Dan?" Georgie asked.
I looked across the partition. She was sat in a tight vest top, no bra, nipples poking through. She had a pencil resting on her lower lip. She sucked it gently into her mouth as out eyes met.
"Fine," I said with a sheepish smile. I waved the pencil. "Dropped it under the desk."
"Oh." She said, and flashed one of those hot smiles.
Later in the day I bumped into her in the kitchenette. Literally. I went through the door, moved toward the coffee jug, and she stopped suddenly in front of me. Before I could stop I was close up against her, my groin pressing against the hot round cheeks of her bottom through the tight, short skirt. My hands, without thinking, went to her hips.
I stepped back quickly. "I'm so sorry!" I gasped.
She turned, looking me in the eye, "It wasn't THAT bad was it?" she said with a naughty grin. As she walked past me to with her coffee, her other hand trailed to the side, brushing against the front of my trousers.
Back at the desks, work dragged on. Then there was a sudden movement from the opposite side of the partition. "Bugger." it was Georgie's voice. Her head peeped over the partition. "Dan, be a love, dropped my pen and it's rolled under your desk." she smiled. "I know how much you love it under there."
I looked at her beautiful face, and just nodded. She smiled, and sat back down.
Under the table I went. Sure enough there was the pen. I reached for it, then saw the motion under Geogie's desk. Her legs were very far apart, and as I looked higher I was transfixed. The sheer fabric of her nylons was stretched tight across her pubic area, as before, but the skirt was all the wall up to the top of her thighs. And there were no panties.
No mistaking the curls of auburn pubic hair this time, nor the peachy softness of the mound that surrounded her slit. Her pussy lips protruded slightly, glistening in the uneven light reaching under the desk. He hand, resting on one thigh, moved slowly back and forth, then reached between her legs. Pushing the fabric of her tights into her hot pussy. The fabric was getting damp too, and the smell of her sex wafted to me under the desk, making my cock go rigid.
I moved a little closer drinking in the sights and smells, then reached out a hand and touched her thigh. I wasn't sure what to expect, but she just reached down and placed her hand over mine, pulling it higher toward her glistening crotch.
My hand found her slit, rubbing the nylon tights across her clit and pushing at her entrance. She reached down with both hands, grabbed the fabric of her tights and pulled. It parted, and I had an unobscured view of her tight, wet pussy. I traced the line of her slit with my forefinger, swirling around her clit. She parted her lips with a hand either side, and I slid my finger into her sopping hole.
I thrust it back and forth for a bit, then pulled it out and rubbed her clit. Then I smiled to myself. Her pen was in my other hand, and now I brought it up and pushed it into her pussy. Twisting it around in a spiral movement, as well as in and out. Her milky pussy juice coated the hard plastic of the pen. Then, suddenly, she pushed my hands away, clenched her legs together and shooed me back.
I stood from under my desk. Her boss, and elderly man in grey suit, stood beside her talking about work. He looked at me quizzically.
"Your pen?" I said to Georgie.
She smiled. "That's Ok, you keep it." she said "I have plenty more."
She was out of the office for the next few days, but when she returned I found a post-it note on my desk. It just said 'My turn!! xx'
Not sure what that meant I just got on with my work, and made excuses to stand and peep at her lovely face, and awesome cleavage. Then I heard her mutter. "Dropped my pen."
"I can get it for you." I said, perhaps a little too eagerly.
"Your fine, Dan", she said. "I'll get it."
My heart sank. Had I upset her. Was that a once in a lifetime thing?
The I felt a hand against each knee, pushing them apart. I looked side to side. No one paying attention. I lowered my seat a little, to look down at the grinning face of Georgie. She put a finger to her lips and shushed me, then unzipped my fly. She felt around inside, then pulled my cock out into the open air under the desk. She looked at it, gripping it expertly and pulling the foreskin down. She moved in, her tongue darting out and licking the head of my cock, swirling all around, then flickering on the under side. Harder and harder got my cock, and she pulled the foreskin tight back, before sliding her hot, ruby lips over my head and going down. All the way down. Her nose buried in my trousers. I could feel the back of her throat around my helmet, and she somehow squeezed it with that delectable throat.
Up again she came, plopping my cock out of her mouth, taking a breath, then back to licking, but this time wanking the shaft tight, hard and fast.
I could feel the cum building in my balls. I tried to warn her, but she just kept going. I exploded. Cum shot from the end of my cock, splashing against her cheek and mouth. She quickly enclosed my head in her mouth, and sucked hard as the next jets of cum erupted. She swallowed it all, then crept back under the desk to her side, leaving me to get my cock back into my trousers.
She stood up. "Great!" she said. "Got just what I needed!" and she smiled at me as she pushed a blob of cum up her chin and into her mouth.
She was transferred to another office shortly after that, but I did see her again. Just once. At the company Christmas Party … but that's another story. Or will be.
Long auburn hair, full figure, and beautiful grey-green eyes. She often wore very tight, very short skirts that showed off her nylon clad legs to perfection. On top she would most often wear a business-like white blouse with buttons popping across her amazing, large breasts. Occasionally, she would wear very tight vest tops with either no bra or a sports bra underneath.
We didn't really speak much, just a nod and a smile of a morning or when coming back from grabbing a coffee in the kitchenette. Her smile was electric though; straight, white teeth and genuine warmth. I fantasised a lot about Georgie. I had more than one wank in the company toilets with thoughts of her hard nipples poking through that tight vest top, or the hint of lacey bra through the opening in her blouse. And, yes, I thought of her sometimes while I was fucking my wife (which was few and far between if I'm honest).
What happened that summer started small. I dropped my pencil one day. I swore under my breath and reached down. No luck. All I managed to do was knock if further under the desk. I pushed my chair back, huffed a little then got on my hands and knees and crawled under the desk to retrieve that stupid tube of wood.
As I poked about I noticed, not more than three feet away, a nylon clad foot. No shoe, just a nicely shaped foot covered in dark nylon. Not so thick that I couldn't see the skin beneath, nor yet so sheer that there wasn't some mystery to the barrier. My gaze ran up the shapely curve of the calf, across the tightly bent knee and then stopped. Transfixed. Georgie was sat back on her chair, but pushed tight under the table, her knees quite wide apart. Her tights were those gusset-less kind, and I had a very clear view of the small triangle of white fabric that made up her panties. Stretched tight across her mound, pulling slightly into the slit beneath.
My cock twitched to life in my trousers, making a slightly too noticeable bulge, but I was transfixed. Her knees swayed together and apart slowly as she worked.
I pulled myself together and returned to my seat, pencil too obviously in hand, and worked some more.
For the next few days all I could think about was that view. Her shapely legs clad in nylon, framing the hidden secret at their root.
I tried not to make it obvious, but I had to see some more. In an overly theatrical display I dropped my pencil again. And huffing unconvincingly under the table I went.
On this day, her skirt was ridden up her thighs a little, and her black tights were much more sheer. Her panties, lacey and small, barely covered the triangle of her sex. Through the nylon and lace I was almost sure I could see the auburn curls of her pubic hair, some even peeping over the top. As I moved, I banged my head on the table, and had to make a quick return to the surface. I stood rubbing my head.
"You alright, Dan?" Georgie asked.
I looked across the partition. She was sat in a tight vest top, no bra, nipples poking through. She had a pencil resting on her lower lip. She sucked it gently into her mouth as out eyes met.
"Fine," I said with a sheepish smile. I waved the pencil. "Dropped it under the desk."
"Oh." She said, and flashed one of those hot smiles.
Later in the day I bumped into her in the kitchenette. Literally. I went through the door, moved toward the coffee jug, and she stopped suddenly in front of me. Before I could stop I was close up against her, my groin pressing against the hot round cheeks of her bottom through the tight, short skirt. My hands, without thinking, went to her hips.
I stepped back quickly. "I'm so sorry!" I gasped.
She turned, looking me in the eye, "It wasn't THAT bad was it?" she said with a naughty grin. As she walked past me to with her coffee, her other hand trailed to the side, brushing against the front of my trousers.
Back at the desks, work dragged on. Then there was a sudden movement from the opposite side of the partition. "Bugger." it was Georgie's voice. Her head peeped over the partition. "Dan, be a love, dropped my pen and it's rolled under your desk." she smiled. "I know how much you love it under there."
I looked at her beautiful face, and just nodded. She smiled, and sat back down.
Under the table I went. Sure enough there was the pen. I reached for it, then saw the motion under Geogie's desk. Her legs were very far apart, and as I looked higher I was transfixed. The sheer fabric of her nylons was stretched tight across her pubic area, as before, but the skirt was all the wall up to the top of her thighs. And there were no panties.
No mistaking the curls of auburn pubic hair this time, nor the peachy softness of the mound that surrounded her slit. Her pussy lips protruded slightly, glistening in the uneven light reaching under the desk. He hand, resting on one thigh, moved slowly back and forth, then reached between her legs. Pushing the fabric of her tights into her hot pussy. The fabric was getting damp too, and the smell of her sex wafted to me under the desk, making my cock go rigid.
I moved a little closer drinking in the sights and smells, then reached out a hand and touched her thigh. I wasn't sure what to expect, but she just reached down and placed her hand over mine, pulling it higher toward her glistening crotch.
My hand found her slit, rubbing the nylon tights across her clit and pushing at her entrance. She reached down with both hands, grabbed the fabric of her tights and pulled. It parted, and I had an unobscured view of her tight, wet pussy. I traced the line of her slit with my forefinger, swirling around her clit. She parted her lips with a hand either side, and I slid my finger into her sopping hole.
I thrust it back and forth for a bit, then pulled it out and rubbed her clit. Then I smiled to myself. Her pen was in my other hand, and now I brought it up and pushed it into her pussy. Twisting it around in a spiral movement, as well as in and out. Her milky pussy juice coated the hard plastic of the pen. Then, suddenly, she pushed my hands away, clenched her legs together and shooed me back.
I stood from under my desk. Her boss, and elderly man in grey suit, stood beside her talking about work. He looked at me quizzically.
"Your pen?" I said to Georgie.
She smiled. "That's Ok, you keep it." she said "I have plenty more."
She was out of the office for the next few days, but when she returned I found a post-it note on my desk. It just said 'My turn!! xx'
Not sure what that meant I just got on with my work, and made excuses to stand and peep at her lovely face, and awesome cleavage. Then I heard her mutter. "Dropped my pen."
"I can get it for you." I said, perhaps a little too eagerly.
"Your fine, Dan", she said. "I'll get it."
My heart sank. Had I upset her. Was that a once in a lifetime thing?
The I felt a hand against each knee, pushing them apart. I looked side to side. No one paying attention. I lowered my seat a little, to look down at the grinning face of Georgie. She put a finger to her lips and shushed me, then unzipped my fly. She felt around inside, then pulled my cock out into the open air under the desk. She looked at it, gripping it expertly and pulling the foreskin down. She moved in, her tongue darting out and licking the head of my cock, swirling all around, then flickering on the under side. Harder and harder got my cock, and she pulled the foreskin tight back, before sliding her hot, ruby lips over my head and going down. All the way down. Her nose buried in my trousers. I could feel the back of her throat around my helmet, and she somehow squeezed it with that delectable throat.
Up again she came, plopping my cock out of her mouth, taking a breath, then back to licking, but this time wanking the shaft tight, hard and fast.
I could feel the cum building in my balls. I tried to warn her, but she just kept going. I exploded. Cum shot from the end of my cock, splashing against her cheek and mouth. She quickly enclosed my head in her mouth, and sucked hard as the next jets of cum erupted. She swallowed it all, then crept back under the desk to her side, leaving me to get my cock back into my trousers.
She stood up. "Great!" she said. "Got just what I needed!" and she smiled at me as she pushed a blob of cum up her chin and into her mouth.
She was transferred to another office shortly after that, but I did see her again. Just once. At the company Christmas Party … but that's another story. Or will be.
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