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Mondays were never much fun, until Gary moved into the building. I had been with the company for six years and that was the first time that I'd been nervous at work. All these feelings came alive when I met him.
I'd been married to Steve for nearly twenty years. Yes, I know what you're thinking but there was nothing to tell Steve. I had never talked to this man, Gary, before, but I wanted that to change.
Steve was a kinky man and for the past few years he had loved talking about kinky things. At first, I was upset and confused. Did he not love me? Then over time I noticed a theme that Steve always talked about me with other men. That is when I really warmed up to the idea.
When Steve started talking about other men, I thought he wanted to be with another woman. So my self-esteem took a hit. Over time, Steve never once talked about another woman. Finally, one night I went with it. I started talking about being a famous actress and having to do a love scene. Only in this shoot, my co-star "accidentally" slipped into me. How I had forgotten to wear my thong panties for that scene and, in front of all these people, my famous actor actually did me!
What can I tell you about myself other than that I was your typical conservative middle age woman that never really had any wild times as I was always a good girl. Sure, I'd had my fantasies, but never lived one out. That day, I dressed for myself and had on my CFM Victoria secret ribbed knit dress. Shoes, oh my! I had the perfect heels for that dress. Just loved how it fitted me, smooth and tight like a glove. Steve, on the other hand, wore his usual jeans and tee shirt to work.
One day, this man asked me a question in the parking lot. I knew who he was, all the girls did. And he started to talk with me. Then, he asked me to go into his office! I didn't say a thing, I just went with him! Next think I knew, we were in his office. He offered me some coffee or something. There I was in his office, this man, this very attractive man who had this air about him. He was strong, confident, and was checking me out. All those feelings raced through my mind and body. I was nervous, aroused, excited, scared, and aroused.(** aroused twice?) This man talked to me, was talking to me, and wanted to know more about me. I felt something that I had never felt before, I would do anything for this man and wanted him to take me! Whatever he asked I would do!
We talked for ten minutes or so and then he just said, "Lift up your skirt."
"Pardon me?" Had he just said that? He couldn't have.
He looked up at me and, with a firm, confident voice, he arrogantly repeated, "I told you to lift up your skirt."
Immediately my eyes went to the floor, and I whispered, "I'm a married woman." No one had ever spoken to me that way and no one had ever asked me to do something so naughty. I don't know why my hands went to my skirt and started to lift. I was in shock, but my body responded to him as my mind started to warm up and submit to him.
He didn't even look as I lifted up my skirt. So I lifted it even higher. Why wouldn't he look at me?
Finally he looked up at me, saying, "Come over here." He pushed his chair back, indicating that he wanted me between himself and the desk.
Slowly, I moved to him. Once I reached him, I leaned back against his desk. My skirt rose up a little more. Immediately, his eyes went to my legs. Bingo! I had his attention. What was I doing? I was in this man's office, leaning against his desk knowing full well that he wanted me, and would take me.
Gary reached out, his hands found my knees. His fingers felt strong, confident, and he didn't hold back. His hands moved up and down my thighs. I had to fight with myself. Part of me wanted to scream and part of me wanted to jump him.
My fingers clenched and dug into his desk. It was all I could do to hold back. I didn't know what to do. What was I doing? I should stop him, why couldn't I stop him?
He started to lift up my skirt. Slowly he exposed my legs to him. I loved watching him expose my legs. The look he had was just that, I was his gift and he enjoyed taking his time.
The Jones dress that I was wearing was pretty short, as I was reminded when I looked down and could see myself. Gary had a big smile on his face, he could see me, and I just hoped he didn't notice my scent. My body was on fire with lust! He was staring at my pussy. I wanted to feel his face on me! If only I could get my fingers to move, I would rip a hole in the crotch of my pantyhose so that he could taste me! I wanted him to taste me.
What was I doing? This man was looking at me. How could I allow that? I was married after all. Why was I doing it? I had to stop or he would take me. Oh, but I wanted him to take me!
"You're a beautiful woman and I see that you're all woman." He reached up and felt my breasts. He took and touched me just as he wanted as he pushed me back on the desk. My legs were now dangling between him.(** eh?? between him and...) Gary's fingers worked back down to my inner thighs. He placed me legs on his chair, and enjoyed the view. This man looked so confident and sexy between my legs.
His fingers teased me, lightly moving up and down my thighs. A smirk came on his face. I was sure the crotch of my hose displayed to him my arousal. I'd never done anything like this before, nor had any man ever tried to. It never occurred to me to ask him to stop; I didn't want him to stop. How, how could I want this?
Except for my doctor, it had been twenty years since any man other than Steve had seen me nude. I couldn't even remember the last time a man had looked at my body. Now, I was in this man's office, this man who had taken control of me. All I wanted to do was submit to this stud.
Next, Gary shocked me. He reached up; his fingers dug into the crotch of my pantyhose and ripped a hole. Without asking or saying a thing, I felt his fingers touch my lips, my wet lips. First, one finger entered me, then a second. Deep, his two fingers penetrated my most private, personal womanhood. He felt good. I'd never felt so dominated before, with no resistance, and no bonds. Gary owned me and I just fully submitted. I knew it, and more importantly, he knew it.
Just as fast as he touched me, he withdrew his fingers. My eyes were glued on him. I watched as he moved his fingers to my lips. I tasted myself, so delicate. What was this man making me do? I had never! Then he did it again, only that time he pushed three fingers into me. I felt a little stretched by him.
Oh wow! the flood gates opened. He pushed hard and fast, started to fuck me hard with his fingers. Then he tasted me. Gary looked so sexy and manly as he tasted me on his fingers. Never before did I watch a man, lick his fingers of me. I loved it! It was so erotic! This man tasted me, on his fingers!
Gary stood up before me. What was he going to do? He was going to take me; more importantly, I wanted him to take me. He unzipped his pants, taking his time. He didn't rush the moment, nor did he push. Never before had I experienced anything so erotic, so kinky.
I watched this man harden right before me. Gary's cock grew and grew until it was impressively hard. He moved closer until I felt him touch me. That was it, as I felt his hard cock on my thigh.
