Jack Wilding watched fascinated as his nineteen year old secretary wiggled her nylon clad legs out of his office and back to the jumble of cubicles, desks and almost constantly ringing telephones that was her daily habitat. It was always a pleasure to watch the lower half of Mandy's body. Not that there was anything wrong with the top half, it was just that Jack had always had a thing about legs in general and stockinged legs in particular.
Jack shook his head in a reluctant effort to dispel the images of his secretary from his mind and also from his hardening dick. This would never do, he thought, there was a time and a place! He remembered that he was feeling slightly annoyed at something, something that Mandy had said, something she'd told him. The cancelled appointment, that was it. Now that Havers was not going to show for their 1pm meeting, Jack was at a loose end for the rest of the day. He looked at the clock on the wall: 12:45. A long lunch sounded like a good idea and a long lunch with his young wife sounded even better.
Jack picked up the telephone and was about to speed dial Julia's number when he had another thought. He'd surprise her. Her office was only on the other side of town, a taxi would have him there in less than thirty minutes and then they could both spend a nice leisurely lunch and hopefully find time to slide off home for another hour to make love. The thought of Julia's young, nubile body returned Wilding's penis to it's earlier state of erection and without further delay he grabbed his jacket and was heading out the door.
Jack's mood changed little during the half hour cab journey through town. Fortunately, the driver was one those rare, reticent beings that almost never show up driving taxi's and this allowed him to relax his mind and once again indulge himself in thoughts of his much younger wife. Images of Julia in the lacy black underwear that she habitually wore under her sharp business suit floated around his mind. He imagined his fingers lightly tracing patterns along the silky texture of her stockinged legs. His mind encapsulated her trim thighs and flat belly; the swell of her breasts under the constraints of the push-up bra and the pout of her ruby painted lips that......
"Hagan Building. That's sixteen fifty."
The driver's voice tore Wilding uncomfortably from his pleasurable daydream and dumped him, rather unceremoniously, into the real world. Jack fumbled two twenties from his wallet and passed them over the front seat.
"Keep it!" he mumbled as he alighted onto the pavement.
As the cab pulled away Jack straightened his already perfect silk tie and marched confidently into the marbled reception of his wife's work place. He nodded respectfully to the receptionist. Although he was not a regular visitor, the girl recognised him and waved him towards the bank of elevators on the far side of the vast room.
"Afternoon, Mr. Wilding."
"Hi Kate, just going up to see Julia, okay?"
Kate nodded again and returned to the myriad of flashing and blinking lights on the console in front of her that demanded her immediate and undivided attention.
Stepping out of the elevator put Jack directly in front of Jane's desk. Jane was his wife's long serving assistant and a very attractive woman. Many was the time that Jack had fantasized about this particular woman and today, dressed in a simple one-piece suit that plunged at the neck, she did little more than to fuel Jack's thoughts of lust to even greater heights.
"Hi Jane, long time, yeah?"
"Jack!" the young girl squealed enthusiastically, "we haven't see you for ages! How are you?"
"Great, thanks Jane. You keeping well?"
While the exchange of pleasantries continued for a few minutes, Jack found that he was having trouble keeping his eyes away from Jane's chest. The neckline of her suit billowed as she leaned forward giving the promise of a nice set of breasts if only he could just get a slightly better view, just a different angle.....
"No, I'm not." said Jane suddenly
"Sorry? You're not what?"
"You were trying to see if I was wearing a bra!"
Jack was suddenly very embarrassed. "Oh er..sorry...um...I just...er...."
Jane laughed and tossed her head back letting her long jet black hair cascade around her shoulders. "That's okay, Jack. I don't mind you looking! But no touching, you naughty boy!"
Jack cleared his throat and shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot. He knew that he should try to save some of his tattered dignity and get the conversation back onto a more business like basis.
"Is Julia in? He asked a little too abruptly. He smiled, trying to convey a more friendly persona.
Jane laughed again and returned his smile with a warm friendly grin. "Sorry, Jack. She's taking a meeting in the board room right now. She's been in all morning though, I shouldn't think she'll be much longer. You want to wait?"
"Er, yeah, okay," Jack replied, his hopes of a nice lunch and possibly more fading fast. He looked around for a waiting area.
"Over there," said Jane, pointing "that's the board room. There's a small waiting area just to the side. You'll be okay there. And, er, sorry about the tits thing!"
Jack flashed what he hoped would be a confident smile and suddenly wished that Jane would flash a lot more than that. It seemed that he had had an erection for hours!
Just as her husband's butt sank into the leather upholstery of the waiting room sofa, Julia Wilding's butt was perched on the edge of the boardroom table. She could feel the cool mahogany against her naked skin as her panties hung listlessly around one perfectly turned, nylon clad ankle.
This was, however, not the most stimulating sensation that she was currently experiencing. Kneeling between her spread thighs, the lips of John King, her early meeting, were at that moment locked superbly around her distended clitoris and sending shivers of lust crashing through her entire body. Her arms supported her body as she propped herself up on the table and looked down between her legs. She loved to see herself being eaten, and John was doing a simply wonderful job! The tussled brown mop of hair bobbed up and down contrasting against the pale, milky coloured skin of her thighs.
Her back arched involuntarily and she gasped as another orgasm rocked her. She could feel John's index finger probing gently against the tight ring of her asshole as he laved the wet, swollen lips of her pussy.
"Mmmmmm...oh yes, John....push it in!" she whispered in a ragged voice.