I'm a junior in a small firm of high street solicitors. At just under thirty I'm the youngest guy in the office. Late one night I was walking past our office on my way back to my flat after a night out with my mates when I saw a light on upstairs. It was long after office hours and no one should have been there. It seemed to be wasting electricity and also there had been some burglaries in the street so I decided to take a look and I quietly let myself in. I saw the alarm had been deactivated. I made my way carefully upstairs. I saw the light was on in the office of the senior partner, Fiona, and her office door was ajar. When I peeped through the gap I could hardly believe what I saw.
Fiona was squatting on the top of her big old wooden desk with her knees spread as wide as she could get them. Fiona's an attractive woman aged around forty. She's always as elegant as you'd expect a woman in her position to be, with perfectly styled dark hair down just to her shoulders. She was in her customary office outfit of a tight white blouse, a charcoal grey knee length skirt, sheer black nylons and black high heels.
Fiona's around ten years older than me. There's plenty of younger eye candy in our office. But there's something about Fiona's sophisticated elegance, how her skirt tightens over her bottom to hint at the outline of her underwear, the swing of her hips, the click-clack of her high heels that drives me wild. Its usually Fiona's naked body I'm imagining when I ogle porn, and Fiona who performs for me in my night-time masturbation fantasies.
From where I was watching I could see right up Fiona's skirt between her spread legs. I'd been lucky enough to get a peep up her skirt a few times in the office and I'd seen she normally wore tights. Squatting wide-legged like that had pulled her skirt high up her thighs. This time I saw she was wearing black stockings with light coloured garter straps crossing her bare thighs above her stocking tops, and light coloured panties.
More than that, Fiona wasn't alone. With her was a man. I recognised him as her husband, whom I'd met once at a social occasion. He was a guy about her age, slim, fit and muscular with dark hair and he was holding a big expensive looking camera.
As I watched he pointed his camera at Fiona and took several full frontal upskirt shots. Then, still squatting wide legged, Fiona reached down between her legs and pulled her panties aside to expose her pussy. I could see her dark bush of pubic hair. Her husband took a few snaps, zooming in on her pussy before he lowered his camera. He reached between Fiona's spread legs to play with her stocking tops and bare thighs. She nuzzled her hips toward him and he slid his hand down inside her panties. As he fondled her pussy their lips touched in a brief kiss.
I was shocked at first. But I figured that after all Fiona was the senior partner and a majority shareholder in the firm. If she wanted to use the place after hours for a raunchy photo session with her husband what business was that of mine?
Still perched on her desk Fiona did a slow striptease. Her skirt came off first, then her blouse, leaving her in her underwear and stockings. I saw she was in a matching light grey bra, panty and garter belt set. The cups of her thin-strapped bra looked only just big enough to sling her big breasts. Her very brief panties were even briefer at the back; just a thong gusset nestling deep in the valley between her nicely rounded bum cheeks.
Her husband took lots of pictures of her sprawling on her desk in her underwear, spreading her legs, pulling aside the tiny triangle of cloth at the front of her panties and that thong gusset at the back for his camera. He didn't just enjoy her with his eyes and camera. His hands were all over her, stroking her nylon-clad legs and her bare thighs above and of course her panty-clad bottom and cunt. He was constantly running his fingers along the thin gusset of her panties down her valley, under her between her legs, stroking her pussy through the thin cloth and slipping his hand down inside her panties. The way she squirmed and moaned made it obvious he was getting her wild.
Even just in her bra, panties and stockings it was obvious Fiona's body was all I'd dreamed of in my masturbation fantasies. She had big breasts, sensuous curves, and man's dream legs. As I hungrily waited to see her bra and panties come off my penis strained hard erect and I tried by sheer will power to get her to strip more quickly. But her slow strip told me she knew just how to tease men wild.
Fiona was kneeling wide legged on her desk unclipping her bra when her husband laughed.
"That boy in the office who you told me who's always looking up your skirt. Have you shown him those knickers?"
I felt my face turn red as I recognised myself. Fiona laughed too, a deep throated lewd laugh.
"The poor boy. I know he fancies me. I drive him wild. I let him see up my skirt again last week. I showed him those sexy black lacy ones you like." She laughed again. "He went straight to the toilet. I'm sure he went and jerked one off thinking of me."
They both laughed.
I remembered the occasion. Fiona had crouched down to get something from a bottom drawer of a filing cabinet. She seemed to have momentarily lost her balance and in steadying herself her legs had swung wide. Before her legs demurely closed again, I'd seen she was wearing open crotch tights and very brief black lace-edged panties. It had all looked so accidental at the time.
She was also right about me jerking one off. With the memory of that upskirt panty peep fresh in my mind I'd locked myself in a toilet cubicle and dropped my trousers and briefs. I'd propped my tablet on the tank showing a porn picture of a sexy secretary sprawling nude on her desk. Then, imagining Fiona like that, and with my cock hard in my hand I'd added a fresh semen stain to the many I'd splashed onto the cubicle wall before.
