It had been a lousy year. My wife of nearly twenty years had walked out on me. The only good things had been that the settlement had left me enough to buy my own place and that I'd moved to a better job in a big multinational. After months of only occasional and very vanilla sex now I was getting no sex at all except what porn and my ever faithful right hand could give me. Then I encountered Patricia.
Patricia was a woman in my office. She was about my age, early forties. She had curly dark hair and she'd kept her looks. She'd also kept a figure and legs a woman ten years younger would envy, which she displayed in boob-clinging white blouses, skirts tight over her bottom, sheer black or tan nylons, and shiny black high heels.
There was plenty of mini-skirted young eye candy in my office. But there was something about Patricia, perhaps because she was about my age, that excited me. Every time I saw her I felt that familiar stirring down below and my eyes locked onto her well-filled blouse, her sensuously swinging hips and her nylon-clad legs. Even more erotically exciting I began to notice that Patricia's eyes started to regularly linger on me. I thought she would just be a masturbation fantasy but one day it happened.
Most of my colleagues were away at a team meeting and I was almost alone sitting at my station in our open plan area. I saw Patricia approaching as if to pass by my station then a moment later she sat down on the chair next to mine demurely crossing her black nylon clad legs. She looked around as if to check all was clear. Then she smoothly swung her legs apart in a movement that pulled her skirt high up her spread thighs. As any man would, my eyes almost involuntarily went down to see if I could look up her skirt. At what I saw I almost fell off my chair.
I saw Patricia was wearing sheer black stockings with bare thigh above. Above that I saw her naked pussy with her pink vagina lips peeping through her bush of dark cunt hair. I was speechless. Then Patricia spoke.
"I recognise a lonely frustrated boy when I see one" she began. "And I know what lonely frustrated boys want. I provide a service that might go some way to meeting their needs." She laughed softly. "I also do the things that men want their wives to do but daren't ask them."
I was fast getting the message. I'd encountered the office whore. Before I could say anything Patricia continued.
"This is what's on offer."
From a cardboard folder Patricia took out a photograph and handed it to me. It showed a naked woman on all fours on a bed with her breasts hanging pendulously and her legs wide. The view was from behind showing her bottom with her hairy pussy peeping out just below her bum cheeks. Her face wasn't visible but the hair colour and style was Patricia's.
From the folder she next pulled out a pair of panties. They were simple thin white cotton with lacy embroidered hems and very brief. They were still warm and smelled of a mixture of her perfume and her juices. She handed them to me.
"One of my cunt hairs is caught in the stitching if you're interested."
I ran her panties hungrily through my fingers. Something about the feel of women's panties drives me wild, especially with that strand of dark pubic hair caught in a hem.
"I charge for my services of course."
You make yourself sound like a prostitute" I replied. I'd recovered my voice.
Patricia laughed.
"You could think of me like that. I see it as providing a personal service. Depends what you want. A theatre ticket, a bottle of wine, good wine mind you." Someone was approaching and she crossed her legs demurely again. She stood and adjusted her skirt. "Do keep our little secret between the two of us. Think about it. You know where to find me."
With that Patricia turned, and with my eyes locked on the backs of her stocking-clad legs and her swinging bottom through her tight skirt she left me.
After that encounter there was only one thing I could do. With the photograph and her white cotton panties in my hand and with the memory of her spread thighs fresh in my mind I went to the men's restroom and locked myself in a toilet stall. Fortunately the walls and door went right down to the floor giving me all the privacy I could want.
I propped the picture on the tank. I dropped my trousers and briefs. My penis bounced out already mostly erect. Gazing at Patricia's naked thighs and bottom and that glimpse of her pussy I fingered my penis to the peak of erection stiffness and pleasure sensitivity. I spread my legs and thrust my hips forward. I brushed Patricia's panties over my iron hard penis shaft and over its big soft lust- and erection- swollen and sensitised cock head. I ran her panties between my spread legs across my balls and anus and up and down my ass crack.
Then with my eyes locked on Patricia's gleaming smooth bottom and spread thighs I wrapped my hand round my straining penis shaft and masturbated. On the walls of the stall were stains from where I and other guys had spurted our semen before. This time my cum had a different target. As I wanked I held Patricia's panties just in front of my penis brushing my cock head with a light touch just like a woman's lips, tongue or gentle fingers.
With my eyes locked on the picture, in my mind my hand was Patricia's tight vagina squeezing and pumping my cock. I imagined the feel of those smooth spread thighs against my hungry hands. It had been so long since I'd enjoyed a woman's thighs. I held back and edged, prolonging the exquisite masturbation pleasure. When I came Patricia's panties twitched with the impact of my powerful spurts of semen. "Patricia!" I grunted as her naked body filled my mind. Finally I stood there with Patricia's semen-soaked panties in my hand and my still half erect penis dripping a strand of semen onto the floor for the next guy to find.
I guess I have a panty fetish. I'd been masturbating over the panties my wife had left behind. Over the next days in my lonely bed I spurted what felt like bucket loads over Patricia's panties. But more than just her panties I wanted Patricia! After months of abstinence a woman was available. I picked up a bit more about Patricia. She'd been through a messy divorce like me, though she still wore her wedding ring. The craving grew and grew but I guess I was shy and of course as with every office encounter there was the fear of being discovered propositioning her or being caught in the act.
Then my chance came.
I'd gone to our office photocopier/printer. Because of the noise it made it was in a room down a corridor from the main open plan area. There was a fire door part way along so anyone approaching could be heard coming. I entered the room and there was Patricia. She was using the photocopier and had her back to me. She was in a white blouse showing the outline of bra straps, a tight grey skirt and black nylons. She glanced over her shoulder and saw it was me.
She instantly bent over with her bottom toward me. She spread her legs as wide as her tight skirt would allow and wiggled her bottom sensuously at me. She looked at me over her shoulder and smiled. I saw hunger in her eyes. I couldn't resist.
My hand was instantly on her bottom exploring her smooth round curves and following the outline of her panties through the thin taut cloth of her skirt. It had been ages since I'd so much as touched a woman. I wanted more.
"You've got the sexiest backside in the department Patricia" I grunted. I love talking dirty to a woman. "I bet it looks even sexier when you're just in those sexy little panties you gave me and I've covered with cum thinking of you."
"Play with the knickers I'm wearing now if you want" Patricia said softly.
I lifted Patricia's skirt high above her bottom. Her panties were smooth black satin with a little white petal pattern. At the back they were just a thin thong gusset nestling deep in the valley between rounded bum cheeks that gleamed smoothly under the lights just like that picture. As before Patricia was in stockings, sheer black this time.
Released from the constraint of her skirt Patricia spread her legs wide. I slid my fingers down along the gusset of her panties and under her between her spread legs. As the sides of my hands brushed her inside thigh tops she moaned, quivered and strained her legs even wider. My exploring fingers found the bulge of her sex mound, then the outline of her love slit through the thin smooth cloth. I caressed her bottom and thighs with my other hand while I let my fingers smoothly stroking her vagina lips through the thin satin tell her I knew how a woman wants to be touched. As I finger-pleasured her I felt her panties moisten with her arousal juice.
My hands reluctantly slipped off her as she stood and turned. She stepped her high-heeled foot up onto a chair that happened to be there, and smoothly lifted her skirt up her stockinged thigh to treat me to a full view of her panties. She nudged her hips toward me. I pulled the front of her panties down. Her naked cunt looked every bit as delicious as when she'd first shown it to me. I ran my fingers through her moist bush, explored the insides of her thighs and ran my hand right under her between her legs.
Then I couldn't restrain myself. I guess like most men I'd fantasised about exposing my penis to a woman at work. I stepped back from her and unzipped and unclasped my trousers. My lust-swollen cock head was already poking out above the waistband of my skimpy briefs. I pulled the front of my briefs down and let my erection bounce out and swing stiffly sticking out in front of me. I thrust my erect penis toward Patricia.
