There is nothing like returning to your desk from an unproductive meeting after 4 pm on a Friday afternoon before a three day weekend. After spending two hours in a conference room with boring accountants, and the only outcome was agreeing to meet next Wednesday to discuss the topic further was exhausting. The small staff that came in had left to get a head start for the extended holiday. I checked my voice-mail for messages. The only message was from Marilyn at the airport, she was boarding the plane in five minutes and told me to check the bottom draw of my desk for a surprise. Marilyn was visiting her family in Florida. I reached down to open the draw and found a pink interoffice envelope. Marilyn is the manager of the finance department, she must have left it there while I was at lunch before my meeting. I stood up from my cubicle to make sure I was the only one on the floor.
I retrieved a note and a puffy red envelope from the pink package. Marilyn apologized for leaving me alone for the weekend, and there was a special present in the red envelope for me. I felt a sensation in my pussy as I fiddled with the puffy red envelope. After a moment of lustful anticipation, I retrieved a pair of Marilyn's soiled panties and a red thong. The red thong was my Christmas present to Marilyn from Frederick's of Hollywood. Marilyn wrote on a post-it note that the garments were fresh from two and a half day of incubation, and she hopes the plane will land safely because she wasn't wearing any panties
I met Marilyn as a management trainee five years ago. My first assignment was working and learning the duties of her department. At the time, Marilyn was in her early-forties and married with a son starting college. She was my unofficial mentor. I admire her tremendously. I was disappointed when my six month assignment was over, and I was sent to another department. Marilyn kept an eye on my progress in the firm, and I sought her guidance frequently. We were never intimate during this period, because I was in my early twenties and was in complete admiration of her.
After three years, my management trainee assignment was over, and I was sent to work in the Accounts Payable Department. I was happy that I would be working near Marilyn, and my assignment with her was the best one of all. I sought Marilyn to share my good news. Marilyn was delighted for me. She was divorced from her husband and was adjusting to single life. Marilyn invited me to her new apartment in the city for the weekend to celebrate, she declined my offer to treat her to dinner. Marilyn confided to me that it's been a rough adjustment after 25 years of marriage. I assured Marilyn that she won't be single for long because over the years some of my male colleagues thought Marilyn was hot. Even now, Marilyn is a well preserve forty-seven year old woman. Marilyn is a petite woman barely over five feet tall and weights about 110 lb.. Our departments didn't allow dress down days, and we were required to dress professionally at all times. Marilyn was exquisite in her attire. She was the classic Mrs. Robinson fantasy for some of my male friends. I've seen secretaries look with envy as Marilyn walks by their desk.
Marilyn's apartment was within walking distance from work. We had gourmet pizza which was delivered by a nearby Italian restaurant. We talked endlessly over a bottle of wine, and by two in the morning we were a little tipsy, and retired to our separate rooms. After about an hour, I went to relieve my bladder. As I turned on the lights in the bathroom, I startled Marilyn as she was peeing. Marilyn and I couldn't stopped laughing until Marilyn blurted out "I forgot you were here, I guess I'm too accustomed to living by myself". I felt a yearning sensation in my heart, as I saw Marilyn's face with embarrassment from my presence.
I walked over to Marilyn and tenderly touched her shoulders reassuringly. I snatched some toilet paper and offer to wipe Marilyn's wet pussy. Marilyn didn't hesitate to rise slowly from the seat as I gently rub the soft tissue against her woolly soft lower lips. I sniffed the sweet aroma of her scent before releasing the tissue into the water. I reached over with my left hand to flush the toilet and cradled Marilyn's waist toward me. I slide myself over slightly to kiss Marilyn wetly as my right hand cupped her crotch. I thrust my middle finger in and out of Marilyn's hairy damp bush, I felt her body shake violently against me from a blazing orgasm. I held her closely until the sensation subsided. I guided Marilyn away from the toilet in order for me to use the toilet because I was about to wet my pants. When I was finished, Marilyn returned the favor and polished my shaven pussy with her right hand. I moved in with Marilyn three months later, but I kept my apartment to avoid suspicion at work. We've been together two years since that weekend, and there are no boundaries in our quest to satisfy our passion and cravings.
I reclined on my chair as I fondled the crotch of Marilyn's panties and thong and savored the sweet aroma of her scent. I reached under my skirt to loosen the pantyhose from my waist. My pantyhose was around my ankles, and I felt so restricted that I kicked it off with my pumps. I was in fear and excited by the idea of being caught, I was in a insatiable lascivious frame of mind. I decided to walk around the office to make sure I was alone, I was getting turned-on by the fabric of my skirt rubbing against my bare ass as my bare feet grazed across the carpet. The coast was cleared as I returned to my cubicle. I gradually put on Marilyn's thongs as I squatted on the seat of my chair. I yanked the thong up my waist to stretch the soft cotton fabric up my crotch. I let out a soft sigh as my clit was pulsating from the stimulation. Marilyn's thong absorbed some of the wetness from my orgasm.
I tried to cover myself as I heard a voice behind me. It was Maddie from the branch office on the main floor. She usually comes up to our office to pick up checks for her manager. Maddie has been with the company eighteen years, since she was seventeen. She likes to point this out in an overly feminine voice to everyone she meets. When we first met, I thought she was a closet lesbian, because of her excessive feminine behavior. I mustered the courage to greet her with an awkward smile. In her breathy voice, Maddie coo "that was a great show - and I just came up the service elevator to return a check for correction". All I could do was whispered softly "thanks".