Sandi's Erotic Adventures

A semi-autobiographical account of my sexual encounters over many years.

Chapter Three. 1986.

(February). Tim, thirty-three.

It was a Thursday, and detailed to stay behind after work and wait for a late courier delivering important papers, I spent the time finishing off my study notes. Once I'd completed them and the cleaners had gone I wandered in desultory fashion about the premises and even ventured inside the senior partner's office, experiencing a feeling of trepidation even though he had been long gone. The senior partner, Sir DB was a grim and commanding person, obsessive about everything being just so. Should the cleaners leave anything out of place he would spot the mistake immediately and the hapless culprit would be hauled over the coals.

There was still no sign of the courier so I decided to occupy myself by tidying the shelving in the main office, from where I would be able to hear the door bell.

I was standing on the top but one step of the office step ladder, hoping the courier wouldn't be much longer, when a guys voice broke into my thoughts.

"My, what a nice sight to greet a weary traveller."

It had been necessary to pull my tight fitting skirt quite high when mounting the stepladder and the smiling courier was eyeing my legs.

"Pity you're not wearing stockings though, much bigger turn on for a randy courier," he said, approaching the step ladder.

Carrying a crash helmet the tousled haired courier was a guy of about thirty-three or four, and decidedly good looking. On impulse I asked him to steady the step ladder while I mounted the top step to finish tidying the shelves.

"Good job you arrived when you did as I wouldn't have dared climb to the top without support," I told him as he seized the step ladder.

"That's OK, the view's even better from close up," he said cheekily, staring unashamedly up my skirt.

Moving about while dusting I contrived to part my legs farther and farther, hearing a sharp intake of breath from the courier.

"Hold still I'm coming down."

Descending the step ladder I felt the courier's hands sliding up my thighs and on reaching the floor turned to face him. The hands were on my tights and panties clad bottom then, squeezing and stroking as he kissed me. The fierce kisses continued while I felt my tights being tugged downwards. Down to the knees they went, panties with them, and when he slipped a hand between my thighs the courier remarked how wet I felt. Fingering me, the kisses continuing, I clung to the leather clad guy.

Eventually he broke free and began pulling his leathers off. Telling me his name was Tim the courier stripped down to just vest and socks, revealing a very erect penis surrounded by curly ginger hair.

Sinking to my knees I went to work on his penis and balls, Tim running his fingers through my hair while gasping how good it felt. I licked, nibbled and sucked his balls, fingers stroking his buttocks, before taking the penis fully into my mouth.

I've no idea how long that part lasted but eventually Tim pulled me upright and kissed me.

"You're a bloody good cock sucker for one so young," he told me.

I undressed then, Tim leaning against my desk and slowly rubbing his penis while watching. By the time I was naked I'd had an exciting idea.

"Do it to me on the senior partner's desk!"

Tim laughed and said, "Lead on then."

Taking him by the hand I led Tim to Sir DB's office and very carefully moving the things from his desk placed them in an identical order on the carpet. As I've already said he was a very fussy and meticulous man so I wanted to make sure I replaced everything correctly.

Sitting on the end of the desk I spread my legs and Tim dropped to his knees on the deep pile carpet. I put my legs over his shoulders to flaunt my sex at the rampant courier. He proved to be excellent at cunnilingus, taking me to the heights of pleasure time and time again, my body convulsing when the orgasms washed over me.

"Turn around, I'll fuck you bent over the desk."

I eagerly adopted the position, soon yelling my joy when the Tim's penis drove into me. I may have experienced a momentary pang of regret at being unfaithful to Pravin, who was due tomorrow for his usual weekend stay, but the excitement of doing it on the senior partner's desk swept the thought from my mind.

It had been several weeks since Pravin's last visit which may have accounted for my pent up sexual feelings, frustration even, and perhaps the reason I succumbed to the courier so easily?

Hands sliding up down my outer thighs and hips, the courier told me how good I felt, "The way your cunt clings to my cock I mean."

He began fucking me, gripping my hips as he drove his penis in and out. I gripped the edges of the desk tightly, almost desperately at times, as the force of Tim's thrusts sent my body surging forward.

"Lift up a bit, I want your tits," he gasped.

I complied and he took my breasts in his hands, squeezing them as he continued fucking me. His hands back to my hips then, Tim's thrusts increased and I knew he was approaching climax. I achieved my own orgasm seconds before he did, erupting into my depths.

It was over and once the courier had left I dressed and started putting the office back to rights. First though, I had to raid the cleaner's cupboard for furniture polish and dusters to erase all signs of my sweaty body from the senior partner's desk, thinking that next time I must put something over the desk to cover it. Next time! What was I thinking, late couriers weren't that usual after all.

I replaced his bits and pieces, the photo of wife and children, a brass plaque on a stand which was some sort of award, and all the other things. It would be the cleaners who would be admonished if anything was out of place and I didn't want that.

* * *

(Late-May). Liam, forty-two.

Approximately three months after my adventure with Tim there was another late courier due and as before I was the one instructed to wait for him. Unlike the first time though I didn't experience feelings of resentment about being told to stay late as I had high hopes the courier would be Tim. However, it wasn't guaranteed. A number of couriers deliver to the office, mostly during the day of course, and as Tim came more than anyone else I had grounds for feeling confident that it would be he. He usually gave me a wink while making deliveries so I took it for granted he'd be interested in a repeat performance of our first encounter.

Such was my confidence that it would Tim with the late delivery that I left the office at lunchtime to buy some sexier underwear, stockings and suspender belt with matching pale green panties fitting the bill perfectly. When he arrived Tim would find me perched on the step ladder as before but this time with stocking tops on show instead of tights. That should get him going I thought, having convinced myself by now that Tim would be the courier.

Anyway, I changed into the sexier underwear directly the cleaners had left and moved the stepladder into position. Then I waited. Hearing the click of the front door opening I quickly climbed to the very top of the stepladder and pretended to be reaching for something.

"Ah, will you look at that now!"

Knowing instantly that it wasn't Tim's voice I turned and saw a guy of about forty, crash helmet under his arm and holding a sealed package, staring at me intently.

"Well don't just stand there. I can't quite reach the box file I need, steady the steps for me."

I spoke impulsively but was pleased at the speed with which he dropped his helmet and package to seize the stepladder.

"Thanks," I said, stretching for the box file.

"For sure the pleasures all mine," the courier said. "The finest sight I've seen all day."

"Well hold the ladder still. I'm coming down with my hands full."

Must remember to put the box files back later I thought to myself as I reached the floor, only to feel the couriers hands up my skirt and tugging at my panties.

"Your hands being full suits me just fine," he leered, starting to pull my panties down.

"Stop it!" I said. "You shouldn't take advantage of a girl when she's in a vulnerable position."

"Rubbish. You knew I was coming and perched up there with your sexy knickers on show deliberately; being from the old country green's my favourite colour."

I felt myself blushing to think my ploy, though intended for Tim, had been so obvious but there was no time for recriminations, the guy having pulled my panties down thrust a hand between my thighs and laughed.

"For sure I guessed right girl, your cunt is soaking wet. You were up on your perch intending to seduce the poor old courier and my big fat cock's itching to get inside it."

Despite feeling embarrassed that he'd seen through my ploy so easily the guy's words excited me and putting the box files down on the step ladder I flung my arms round the couriers neck and asked his name.

"Liam," he replied, fingering me forcefully enough to make me gasp.

"Put on a show for all the couriers do you?"

"Of course not, the very idea!"

"So why seduce this old courier, or would any cock do?"

"I've had a stressful day and find sex helps me relax," I replied.

It was the first thing that came to mind, but true as it happens.

"Well I'm happy to take full advantage," he leered, his fingers continuing to pump forcefully in and out of me. "Take your knickers right off and climb back up the steps."

Removing his fingers Liam grabbed the box files and put them down on a nearby desk while I removed my panties before climbing up the step ladder.

"For sure, now that's a really arousing view!"

Liam was staring up my skirt while I stood on the very top step.

"Turn slightly and spread your legs more," he commanded.

I did as Liam instructed, excited to see the affect I was having on him. The guy unzipped and pushed jeans and underpants down to begin masturbating his erect penis. Not for long though.

"Sit on the top step," he commanded and I again did as he said, feeling a little excited by Liam's domineering manner.

Pulling my skirt high I sat with legs spread, excited by Liam's sharp intake of breath when my cunt was fully revealed to his gaze.

He didn't look for long though. Gripping the uprights of the stepladder Liam leaned forward until his face was between my thighs.

"Your luscious cunt is mine for the taking and I'm having it," he grunted, words which excited me.

Despite the precarious nature of my position, the step ladder wobbling as he licked my cunt, I was loving it. With his tongue boring inside me I grabbed the back of Liam's head to pull and hold him there, aware of the approaching orgasm as he worked on my clitoris.

Having brought me to orgasm Liam straightened up to remove his lower garments completely, muttering, "Now I'm going to have you."

"You'll need to help me down first."

After doing so Liam stripped the rest of my clothes off and took my breasts in his hands. He was sucking a nipple when my searching hand found his lovely hard penis.

"I want you to do it to me on my boss's desk," I whispered in Liam's ear, one hand playing with his balls, the other stroking his penis.

"Sounds good to me," he replied, straightening up.

I led the way, Liam telling me, "You've a nice arse and very sexy walk girl."

Clearing the senior partner's desk took a while as I refused to let Liam help, wanting to make sure everything was placed on the carpet in an exact copy of the layout on the desk. Damn, forgot to sort something out ready to cover the desk I thought as sitting on it Liam urged, "Give head girl."

Oh well I wasn't going to interrupt our fun and games any longer so kneeling on the luxurious carpet I set to work on Liam's penis and balls. With me sucking, kissing and licking his genitals Liam was growing more and more excited until he shouted, "Enough! Your turn on the desk, I need to fuck you now and fuck you good."

He slipped from the desk and I eagerly took his place. With my bottom perched on the edge of the desk Liam lifted my legs up at right angles. Holding them up by each ankle he urged me to put his penis in.

"Gladly!"

Seizing his penis I lodged it between my labia lips and Liam lunged forward. I cried out at the sudden and deep entry of his penis and then grabbed the edges of the desk as he began fucking me. Holding my ankles up and apart Liam watched his penis driving in and out of me, seeming to grow more and more excited. At one point he paused, penis fully embedded inside me, and wriggled his hips to prompt squeals of delight to break from my lips.

Liam resumed his thrusts and without thinking I began stimulating my nipples while revelling in the feel of his penis driving steadily in and out of me, continuing to do so until he came.

Liam dressed hurriedly once it was over, saying he had to get home to Kilburn. I suspect to a waiting wife although he didn't say as much.

When he'd gone I carried out the same routine as I had after Tim, polishing the desk before carefully replacing all the bits and pieces.

* * *

(September). Kishor, a widower of forty.

It was early evening on a Friday and expecting Pravin any minute I dressed the way he likes to find me, in just tan stockings and suspender belt with a matching bra and panties set in white. As with most of my clothes, particularly underwear, the ensemble were presents from Pravin who had a preference for tan or white stockings over black.

The ringing of the doorbell surprised me because Pravin possessed his own key. Putting my eye to the spyhole I saw the back of a guys head, the short jet black curls unmistakable Pravin's.

Opening the door I said, "Forgot your key?" the words freezing on my lips when I realised the guy standing there wasn't Pravin but a complete stranger.

Grabbing my short towelling robe I quickly slipped it on, though felt reassured when the guy introduced himself as Pravin's brother Kishor.

"Pravin asked me to call and apologise on his behalf. He has some sort of family crisis and won't be able to join you this weekend."

Disappointment welling up I thanked Kishor for taking the trouble to let me know and asked if he wanted a drink.

"Pravin told me you're an attractive girl but it's an understatement. You are beautiful, absolutely stunning, particularly in your underwear," he said, ignoring my offer of a drink. "Your body is much too nice to conceal under that fluffy robe, which anyway must be rather hot. You don't really need it, do you?"

He was right about the heat so I slipped the robe off again, reassured now I knew his identity.

Kishor was running his eyes over my body and feeling a little embarrassed I repeated my offer of a drink. Again ignoring the offer Kishor reached round my body and saying, "May I?" unclipped and removed my bra. It happened so quickly I was caught by surprised but impressed by his dexterity.

"Ah lovely," he said feasting his eyes on my breasts. "You looked disappointed when I told you my brother couldn't make it."

"Yes, well it will upset my plans for the weekend. For one thing I haven't any food in you see, because Pravin always takes me out for meals."

"I'm at a loose end myself this weekend so can easily do that. In fact it would be a pleasure."

"Thank you, that would be nice."

Kishor kissed me briefly on the mouth and both nipples before asking if Pravin did it before or after our evening meal.

"Sorry?"

I looked at him quizzically and Kishor went on, "Sex. Do you and Pravin have it before or after the meal?"

"Both usually," I replied.

A laughing Kishor said it sounded like a good arrangement.

He was easing my panties down then and feeling confused I simply stood there and let him. Kneeling, Kishor removed the flimsy panties from my ankles as I raised each foot obediently.

"Let me look at your cunt. Sit down and open your legs wide."

Again I obeyed without thinking and kneeling, Kishor stared between my thighs.

"What a lovely sight!" he exclaimed, adding, "and my brother has been enjoying it for over a year. I'm really envious."

He kissed my cunt lips and I murmured, "You can too if you want," possibly surprising myself more than Kishor.

Looking at me speculatively he said, "If I give you a good time this weekend will you be mine as well as Pravin's?"

I didn't take long to tell him "yes". Kishor's tongue on my cunt had felt delightful.

For several days I'd been looking forward to my weekend of sex with Pravin and really wanted, nay needed it, after a particularly stressful week.

Kishor brought his face between my thighs again and began to lick me. He was brilliant at cunnilingus and in my post-orgasmic delirium I told him so, gasping that such expertise at oral sex must run in the family.

The smiling Kishor lowered me to the carpet then and slid on top. I hadn't been aware of him undoing and pushing his trousers down but sighed happily when his penis drove into me.

Kissing me, his penis fully embedded, Kishor said, "Pravin and I could share you. I live in London so could visit in the evenings while you continue to enjoy weekends with my brother."

"I think I'd like that," I told him, really enjoying the feel of Kishor's penis moving slowly in and out; though would blush with shame later.

After we'd enjoyed intercourse Kishor took me for a meal at a restaurant I hadn't been with Pravin, more expensive by the look of it.

It was getting late by the time we arrived back at the flat and I assumed Kishor would be going home. Not a bit of it! As impatient and randy as his brother, Kishor stripped me naked directly we were inside before carrying me giggling to the bedroom. The sex, a very leisurely affair after his initial impatience, was phenomenal and delirious with joy I babbled that he would be welcome to visit the flat any time.

"Pravin told me you'd be up for it. Willing to be shared between us that is," a smiling Kishor replied.

"So his absence is a set up then!" I exclaimed.

"Not entirely. Pravin is genuinely tied up this weekend but he gave me carte blanche to try it on, and have you if you seemed willing."

I feigned annoyance at their duplicity but was really rather pleased; Pravin's visit were far too infrequent.

"Pravin told me you're a very randy girl who likes a lot of cock and an incredibly good fuck. He was right on both counts, you're fantastic."

Feeling flattered by his words I took Kishor's penis into my mouth again, quickly prompting the return of an erection. I moved onto him smiling down happily at Kishor as I lowered my body onto his lovely penis. It was great to feel it inside again. Reaching back I stroked Kishor's balls while slowly riding his penis, the guy murmuring about how good it felt. His hands stroking my thighs, then up to my breasts, fingers rolling and rubbing my nipples while I began to ride his penis in earnest. Kishor was responding now, thrusting upwards lustily as I joyfully rode his bucking penis. This, the third time we'd fucked in a matter of hours, lasted an age and I was a very happy and satisfied girl by the time I rolled off to lay beside Kishor.

We must have both drifted off to sleep then. Waking around four in the morning in need of the loo I was delighted to find the sleeping Kishor by my side and after visiting the toilet snuggled up to him. Next time I woke it was nearly ten and I found Kishor propped up on one elbow looking at me while slowly stroking his penis.

"Oh lovely!" I cooed, pulling Kishor on top of myself.

Pausing only to scoop my legs up and double them back to my shoulders he entered me.

"Oh yes, yes!" I cried as he began fucking me.

"My brother told me this is one of your favourite positions, as is the one from last night with you on top."

"It is," I agreed, clinging happily to Kishor as he fucked me steadily.