Some years ago I worked at a small engineering firm. One of the typists there was called Barbara, and she did most of the typing for me. I was about 25 at the time and she was coming up to retirement. She was a small lady, and had put a bit of weight on round the middle. She had quite a large bust which she didn't try to hide, and usually wore a skirt and blouse. One day we were doing stocktaking and we were in the production office. There was the usual girly calendar on the wall (not allowed nowadays!) which I had a glance at. Barbara came over to me.
"Do you like that," she said, pointing at the photo, which was a secretary bent over her desk, with her skirt lifted up, showing her stocking tops. She was turning to the camera and her blouse was open exposing her quite large tits, encased in a black bra. I did like it, and I told her so. I was also getting a stiffy, looking at the photo with Barbara being next to me.
"I can see you in that pose," I said, feeling as though it was safe to flirt a bit. "You've certainly got the figure for it." I looked down at her blouse, which was showing a fair bit of cleavage. "Do you ever wear black stockings," I asked her. She chuckled sexily, but before she could answer, someone came into the office, so we had to continue with our work, and nothing more was said that day.
The calendar incident was not mentioned again, but from that day, Barbara and I developed a 'relationship' in the office, which certainly made it worth while going to work every day. She was a real tease, but never did any more than that. I used to stand by her desk, pretending to check her work, but it was just an excuse to touch her up, which she encouraged, and I'd often feel her tits or press my cock against her. It became a bit of an obsession and I was always popping to the toilet to have a quick wank. Sometimes I used to bring girly mags to work and when it was quiet in the office I'd show them to her. It really turned me on to be able to discuss the models with her. She would delight in passing detailed comment on their 'assets'. I once showed her a magazine with a picture of Chesty Morgan and she gasped at the size of her tits, wondering how heavy they were. As she said it I came round behind her and cupped both tits in my hands and 'weighed' them. I whispered to her "Chesty Barbara", and she laughed and called me a dirty sod. I often thought about getting my cock out by her desk, but never went for it.
Later that year Barbara retired and left the company and I didn't see her again till about a year later. She was in town, with her husband, and she invited me to pop up to her house, anytime, for a coffee. About 6 months later I was made redundant and having time on my hands decided to pay Barbara a call. I'd been thinking about her quite a bit and fantasising about what might happen. I decided to take a mucky mag with me, but this time a lot stronger. It had this one set of photos which reminded me of Barbara. There was this oldish woman with a dark suit and blouse etc at the theatre with her chap and she progressively lost her clothes as all these blokes around them were watching. The final set had her being fucked by one bloke and wanked over by four others while her 'husband' watched, and the last photo showed her face covered in spunk and it was dribbling out of her mouth. My fantasy was for her to wank me off while we looked at these pictures together.
I'd phoned her a couple of times before and she was still teasing me. She had a very sexy, husky sort of voice. The second time I phoned her I had my cock out and was wanking. She commented that my voice sounded a bit strange but I didn't tell her what I was doing. Anyway we had arranged a time for me to visit and I arrived at her house at about 2-o-clock. She answered the door and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek, before showing me through to the lounge. She looked very smart, with a dark green jacket and skirt, and an olive-green, silk, high-necked, blouse. I suppose it was a bit old fashioned, but for 61 she looked quiet trim. I commented how smart she looked and asked her if she was going out.
"No, Clive said I ought to dress up for you. Do you like it?" She did a twirl for me. I noticed she was wearing very smart brown court shoes, with a highish heel. I wondered if she was wearing stockings and felt myself getting stiff.
You look great, I said, and then, thinking - go for it - said, "Do your undies match?"
She did the sexy chuckle again and said "Still a randy little sod then? Are you still looking at those dirty mags?"
"Yes," I said and produced the mag from my jacket.
She took it out of my hand and had a quick flick through. She paused for a moment, looking at a picture of a naked woman lying on a couch. Her head was laid back over the arm and she was sucking the bloke's cock who was stood behind her. Between her legs on the couch a second bloke was nudging his prick into her cunt. My throat was dry and my own cock was straining against my pants.
"What do you think of this set?" I asked. "She reminds of you dressed up for the office." I showed her the photos in the theatre and held up the page with the woman's face covered in spunk.
"I'm surprised at you," she said, putting the magazine onto the nearby table. Oh shit, I thought. I've blown it. "You get an invite from an attractive housewife and then want to start looking at magazines. Wouldn't you prefer the real thing?"
Before I could answer, she moved away from the table and standing by the fire, she removed her jacket. Her blouse was tight and showed off her still ample breasts. I went over by the fire and took my jacket off. I stood next to her and whispered into her ear.
"You know I've always fancied you. All those times, touching you, feeling your tits. You must have known how I felt"
"Yes, I've felt that a few times". She said, looking down at me and laughing. Then she took hold of my hand and placed it on her right breast. "Go on have a feel. Enjoy it. Now we're alone."
I ran my hands over her tits, revelling in the sensation.
"Why don't you try and guess what I'm wearing?" She pulled my hands down to her waist, and I felt the straps and further down her stocking tops.
"Oh, Barbara. It's a corset, and you're wearing stockings as well". I pulled her backside towards me and she kissed me full on the lips. We stayed like that for some time. I could taste the cigarettes that she had been smoking before I got here.
She pulled away and looked at me.
"It's a basque actually. And it does match. What would your wife say if she could see you now?" She leant forward and traced the outline of my cock with her fingers.
"What would Clive say," I countered, holding her hand against my cock, rubbing it slowly against her.
Barbara laughed out loud. "He'd probably like to watch. He's a bit of a dirty bugger, just like you." She pulled away from me again. "I think we both need to cool down for a minute. Shall we have a drink or shall I show you around the house first?"
Without waiting for an answer she ushered me around the downstairs rooms and then out into the corridor.
"I'll show you upstairs - in case you need the bathroom," and proceeded to walk up the carpeted steps. I followed behind her, my eyes in line with her legs.
"I like your shoes Barbara, are they new?"
