I love women's bodies; I have always loved the female form in all its elegance and beauty. I love to look at it, to touch it, to make love to it and to worship its celestial majesty. A lesbian friend of mine once described her feelings for the female anatomy in that way, and so from that point of view I guess I'm a lesbian too.... Just for clarification, I am an alpha male of the species and 100% heterosexual. I love watching women. All the different, shapes, sizes and forms provide me with unlimited sexual stimulation. The slightest glimpses of the hidden aspects of women are the ultimate turn on. To see an exposed thigh, cleavage, panties, back lit legs, etc., are a constant quest. This is what I like, and this story is fiction (based on some fact) and depicts scenes that turn me on.
I work in a corporate environment. It is the early 1980's and this is a major commercial transportation company that employs approximately 300 people in the corporate office. I work in the Marketing Department. I am mostly involved in training; sales, marketing, product, finance, corporate history, product positioning and application. The training sessions that I develop and deliver are primarily directed at our dealership personnel, but often may include internal employee orientation and training in these same areas. It's a pretty good job, lots of travel, and contact with virtually all of our company divisions. This is sort of a start up company as one manufacturer bought the chapter 11 assets of another and is in the process of developing a new corporation; products, identity and sales and marketing network. No lack of things to do. We were newly established in our corporate headquarters building in a medium sized town in North Carolina. We had an enormous task ahead of us. It was almost overwhelming at times. Needless to say, no lack of work to do, just not enough time to get it all completed.
I was currently developing presentations that were part of an overall plan for our dealer groups to orient them to the company, our new product line and proposed markets. I needed to contact several other divisions within the company to gather the information and take necessary photos to support the presentations that I was developing.
Occupying the cubicle next to me was Wanda, an advertising administrative assistant. She had a short somewhat rotund chubby shaped body that she felt necessary to stuff into the tightest shortest skirts available. She wasn't too bad looking, almost pretty, but just falling short of that. She had a great set of tits though and showed more than an ample amount of cleavage. Bets around the office among the guys were that she didn't have any nipples or they were inverted as none of us had ever seen any sign of them.
Wanda was one of those types of women who really piss me off, in that she used her sexuality to get her male coworkers to do things for her and to further her advancement. She couldn't just ask you to help her, but flirted and showed you her cleavage to get you to do things for her. And if it should turn out wrong, she would throw you under the bus in a heartbeat. You get the picture, a corporate climbing bitch.
Believe me, I watched my back around her. Once she asked me to review some advertising copy and photos for her, to check it for technical product correctness and proper product positioning. I did this and found several major inaccuracies. You couldn't blame the errors on the ad agency, as they were new and just learning our product line. It was really Wanda's job to provide the correct info to them and then review what they developed for technical accuracy and correct product positioning. Her attitude was that she didn't need to know that stuff as she could get other people to check that for her. Yea, like dumb ass me.
It was later that afternoon that I was sitting in on an advertising meeting at my boss's request that Wanda presented the copy that I had reviewed to our marketing and advertising management. She took full credit for personally identifying all the changes the Ad agency needed to correct and she did this in my presence. So much for any future help she was going to get from me.
As far as I was concerned her only saving grace was that every time and I mean every time she left her seat at her desk or returned she flashed me a giant view of her crotch. I don't think she did it on purpose, I think she didn't care what I saw as I was like dirt on the floor to her. Anyway I took advantage of the situation. There really wasn't all that much to see as she usually wore some type of panties under her panty hose. It wasn't so much what you saw, but rather you were seeing something that wasn't supposed to be visible. So, I looked at Wanda's crotch whenever she presented it. One day was especially good. She had gone to lunch with some outside vendors and when she came back from her two hour working lunch and took her seat at her desk, she didn't have on the panty hose or her underwear. Must have been some kind of good lunch. The rest of the afternoon, every time she got up or returned to her seat she flashed me an enormous shot of dark brown bush.
I had to go down to the Accounting Department one day to straighten out some question about my expense reports. They were holding up about $2000 of reimbursement checks and I needed to cover my credit card charges. I was directed to Miriam. She was a nice looking lady in her late thirties; she was pretty, but not a knock out. She was dressed in a white cotton business suit. Tailored jacket, white blouse and fitted white skirt. I sat down in the chair by her desk while she went over by the windows to the file cabinets to retrieve my file. As she stood shuffling through the file folders looking for mine I noticed that she was perfectly backlit by the light coming through the windows. She evidently wasn't wearing a slip under her skirt because the light shown right through and outlined everything under her skirt in graphic detail. Her thighs, her sex between her legs, everything I was really enjoying this sight. It seemed like it took her a long time to find my file, but I wasn't complaining. When she found it she returned to her desk chair and turned the folder toward me and began pointing out the corrections I needed to make in order to get reimbursed. As she did this she sat directly facing me and I noticed that her skirt started to ride up. I could see at least half way up her thighs. She had very nice legs. I was having trouble focusing on what she was telling me. My focus was elsewhere. I told her that I thought I understood and would make the corrections and return them to her.
I went back to my desk, back to work. About a half an hour before quitting time Miriam called to see if I had the expense reports ready. I confessed that I didn't. She said ok, bring them down when I finished work and she would help me so I could get the checks. I thanked her and told her I would be down shortly. I got the expense report file and headed downstairs to Miriam's office. It was after quitting time and her department was empty except for her. I noticed immediately that she had the largest doe brown eyes I had ever seen. She directed me to sit and she took the folder and began working on it. She was leaning back in her chair as she was studying one file and I could almost see all the way up her thighs. I noticed immediately that she was not wearing panty hose, but instead a garter belt and thigh high hose, which were clearly visible. Damn, this was hot. She quickly made the corrections and gave them to me to initial the changes. I signed them and gave them back to her, thanking her for her help. I told her that I now understood what was needed and would not make the same omissions in the future. She said that that was too bad, because she wouldn't have an excuse to get me down to her office to see me. This seemed to be going in a good direction. She noticed me looking at her thighs; She looked into my eyes, put her hands on her skirt on her thighs and raised her skirt higher. There was a mischievous grin on her face as she did this.
"So you like what you see? Would you like to see more?" she asked with a giggle in her voice.
All I could do was stare and nod my head. She raised her skirt higher and I could see her garter belt and the moist spot over her pussy on her panties. She moved one hand down and rubbed her pussy through her panties. I sat there, eyes fixated on her and my hardon raging inside my pants. She stood, scanned the office to make sure we were alone and hiked her skirt to her waist and straddled me on the chair. She put her arms around my neck and kissed me passionately. She had the softest lips. They seemed to caress my very core. We kissed for a few moments as she rubbed her panty clad pussy against my hard on. Soon she stood, reached down and undid my belt and zipper. I raised my hips to allow her to slide my trousers down to my ankles and she repositioned herself astraddle me. We resumed kissing me as she rubbed her panty-clad pussy against my bare hard cock. She moaned softly as I felt her breasts and nipples through her blouse. I could feel her nipples hardening and wished her blouse and bra were not in the way so that I could suck her nipples. She reach down and pulled her panties aside and positioned my erect shaft at the entrance of her wet vagina. She rubbed the head against her wet lips a few times and then directed it into her entrance. I felt my cock slide easily into her. She had the softest pussy lips that I had ever felt. It's difficult to describe the sensation. It wasn't tight nor was it loose, just soft, smooth and supple. She rocked back and forth on my cock until I felt her achieve a small but distinct climax. She let out a soft groan as she orgasmed and I released into her. Not earth shattering, but very good. We sat there staring into each other's eyes. She kissed me again with those soft lips.
"Nice, very nice my dear, please come down again if you need more help with your expense reports. I'll give you good service." She told me.
