I got your message indicating that your husband was away and it was a good time to stop over. We'd been flirting for weeks at work and I'd become obsessed with you. The office is full of men and older women so when you showed up, curvy and delicious in your fine outfits, I found myself battling erections.
Everything got much more intense at the office party celebrating the big new contract. I'll admit I was nervous and drank a little too much. How else can I explain that I confessed my own love of wearing lingerie to you? I was mortified later but when you continued to flirt with me, even teasing me about what color panties I would wear each day, I was yours.
I broke a few traffic laws driving to your house and parking on the street a little ways down. We'd never really discussed your husband so I didn't know what the deal was. I walked up the sidewalk feeling my garters tug deliciously on my thigh-high stockings. My mesh and satin panties were tight on my ass. My torso was held trim by a black satin bustier that you'd been looking at on your computer during break time a few weeks back. (I'd hunted it down and bought it for myself).
I rang the doorbell before spotting the little note. "Cum on inside". My heart raced more and I could feel my cock getting slick inside my panties. I walked in, calling "hello?" and heard you answer from further inside the house.
Following your voice, I finally found your family room with its big screen television and soft brown leather couch. I nearly fell over the two step step-down as I looked at you reclined and waiting for me.
Firstly, you were more beautiful than even in your office dresses. I could see the rise of your wonderful breasts enhancing your pretty eyes and warm, inviting smile.
"Hi there," I finally got out. You grinned. "Hi there, yourself. You okay if we have a little playtime?"