Hello, all who decided to read. This is my first attempt at an erotic story, I am a long-time listener and first-time caller if you like. I hope you enjoy what I have to offer, constructive critique is very welcome, and hopefully plenty more to come on these subjects and others too.
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Clare shifted in her seat uncomfortably, she normally dressed very conservatively, favoring loose pants and a a turtle neck jumper with a smart blazer over the top. But today she had gone to the exciting end of her wardrobe, well exciting for her anyway.
Today she was wearing a cream blouse that didn't have buttons where the top two should be that exposed the smallest amount of cleavage in the world, paired with a loose black skirt that clung to her hips and waist and sat loose over her thighs before stopping above the knee. Under it, she had black hold-up stockings. But it was her lace thong that was causing her to shift in her seat.
Usually wearing all cotton 'granny panties', Clare had broken out her naughtiest set, her only set really. Consisting of a red lace thong and matching balcony bra, that made her chest feel like a floating shelf. The set was a gift she had stupidly bought for her ex-boyfriend, she intended for her to be the gift and wear them to keep her increasingly distant lover interested. Much to her heart he simply laughed and confessed he had been cheating on her with a girl from work.
That experience broke Clare, she went way out of her comfort zone to keep a man, only to be ridiculed and embarrassed. From that day it was granny panties, turtle necks and comfort bras going forward.
Until today.
Today was different, today was the day she was going to attract a man. Not just any man, but Dave, a manager from work. A kind man, a handsome man, who looked great in a shirt and she burned to see what he looked like out of it. But her desire started 3 weeks earlier...
Clare's experience had further-reaching consequences than just losing a man she was besotted with. She met him at work, and when he left her for her colleague, she had no choice but to quit her job. For the last 3 years, she has been put on temporary contracts, moving from company to company every few months as and when needed. This time it was a year-long maternity cover contract.
The company was large but the staff had a close-knit, almost family vibe about it. She liked the vibe but decided to stay as the 'outsider', she would only be there a year and move on. That was until...
"Clare this is David our retail manager."
Clare lifted her head from her desk when her boss introduced him, she saw him in front of her as he extended his hand and she took it,
"Hi, David."
"Dave is fine. Nice to meet you, Clare."
He replied. His handshake was firm, but tender. His hands are soft but have been well worked.
"You'll be doing the buying for half of my stock file, so we will get to see each other plenty over the next year" he added with a smile as their eyes met.
Clare was struck by his eyes, deep blue, kind and soulful. He wasn't boyband handsome, but he had a certain something about him, a boy next door pretty if you will. With his soft, gentle face and well-groomed stubble. He looked younger than his age and had the start of a 'dad bod' that came from his recent switch to a desk job.
Clare felt a pang in her loins as they broke their handshake. She may have been of men, but she still had desire, her lady still ached to be satisfied, having to take matters into her own fingers most nights. Clare always had a high sex drive, even when in a relationship she would masturbate several times a week.
That night. After her first day. Clare slid into her double bed alone, wearing her full-length pj bottoms and a hoody, she turned on her bedroom TV, with no intention of watching it.
She knew exactly what she was going to do, and who she would think about as she did it.
She slid her hand into her pj bottoms, and straight into her large cotton panties, she gently combed her thick bush with her fingernails and let out a soft moan as her pussy moistened. Squeezing her c-cup breast through her hoody she allowed herself another moan as her fingertips grazed her hardening clit.
Clare traced the length of her moist slit, from her anus to her clit. Slowly, teasingly, wantingly. A sharp intake of breath followed as she parted her hairy lips, her juices ran from her hungry opening as she teased herself with her fingertips before tightly squeezing her breast as she plunged her index finger into her wetness, right up to her knuckle.
"Ohhh fuck," she whispered.
Moving her hand beneath her hoody, taking her nipple between her fingers and squeezing tightly. She slides her finger in and out of her slick pussy, before moving up to her aching clit, using her own moisture to rub her throbbing nub in fast circles. Her ample pubic hair matted and twisted under her frantic rubbing.
Clare curled her toes as she felt her orgasm build in her feet and travel up her shapely legs, she pinched her nipple harder and rubbed her clit faster up and down, left to right, panting hard, her eyes rolled back in her head as her orgasm built between her thighs, softly she moaned
"Oh Dave," as her hips lifted and bucked wildly against her mattress and she came, hard.
Clare drifted off in a post-orgasmic bliss and fell asleep with her hand in her granny panties and her nipple still hard in her fingers.
This carried on for weeks. Dave and Clare grew closer and closer. Clare laughed at his jokes and Dave complimented her on her choice of turtleneck for the day and how her hair looked.
Every time he spoke her pussy tingled. She had started bringing a spare pair of big cotton panties to work to change at lunchtime, after relieving herself in the bathroom.
Clare sat watching TV on a Sunday night when she just decided to go run a bath, as it filled she took a pair of kitchen scissors to her unkempt bush, for 3 years she had let it grow wild and untamed. She slid her slim but curvaceous frame into the bath and set about shaving her legs, and her armpits before turning her attention to her newly trimmed bush, using her bathroom mirror to get into all the nooks of her pussy lips, shaving herself bare and smooth. It had been 3 years since she shaved her love nest. But Dave would be worth it.
After drying herself off and moisturising she skipped to her wardrobe and picked out her outfit for Monday morning. Her most revealing blouse, her shortest skirt, her new holdup stockings and her only set of sexy underwear, last used on the last night of her previous relationship. Her red lace thong and matching lace balcony bra. Her last boyfriend didn't enjoy them, but she and her aching pussy hoped Dave would.
Clare got in early and took her seat at her desk, eagerly awaiting Dave's arrival.
Clare shifted in her seat uncomfortably, her red lace thong was biting into her freshly shaved beaver. As she moved her thigh, the feeling of the nylon hold-ups sliding together ran a shiver up her core, she saw the light in Dave's office blink on and her blood started to pump faster and get drawn below her waist.
She waited as long as she could before opening the company's messaging software and clicking on Dave's smiling face before typing:
'Morning Dave, I know it's first thing but are you free to go over some new lines I've found?'
The 3 dots popped up immediately to indicate he was typing:
'Morning Clare. yeah sounds good, come on in when you are free, my morning is mostly clear'
Clare could feel her heart thumping in her ears as she stood up and walked to his office. Her thong buried between her puffy lips and grazed her swelling clit.
She lightly rapped his door.
"Come in," came the reply.
Clare took a deep breath and opened the door, closing it gently behind her.
"Morning Dave!" she purred shakily.
