I really DO fancy John! I know it's wrong; what with me being a young married woman; but there is something about him that makes my pulse race whenever he is around! And that is quite a lot because we work together in a building society office, and in the tight confines of the areas behind the serving counter, there are many times when our bodies brush up against each other; sometimes accidentally, sometimes deliberately!
I married at 18 and I love my husband dearly, but he is the only lover I have ever had, and after 4 years of marriage, I occasionally got to thinking that I wished I had got to experience sex with others before I got married so young. And John was doing nothing to get those kinds of thought out of my head!
Sex with my husband Dave was a regular thing – he was a considerate lover and was highly sexed and liked me to wear stockings and suspenders all the time – even at work! He said that wearing them all the time would make me feel sexy and be ready for sex when I got home, but just recently I was fantasising that one night I might get home having been already well and truly fucked!
When Dave and I had sex, I would often close my eyes and fantasise that it was John's tongue licking my pussy, or his hard cock ploughing in and out of my tight pussy. But that was dangerous as I was worried that I might just call out John's name in the heat of passion, and that would NOT be a good thing at all!
John was a bit of a womaniser; he had a succession of girlfriends and lovers and was always flirting with me and the other young girl in the office. He was 3 years older than me and regularly worked out at the gym to keep himself fit. Just recently, he broke up with his girlfriend and seemed to be flirting even more than usual with me. And he was getting more and more outrageous with the things he said, and the things he did!
One lunch time, we were eating our lunch in the basement that was used as a storage room/rest room. It had several large storage cabinets and filing cabinets and a table and chairs and a few easy chairs and a sofa for relaxing during our breaks. Two others left to go back to work but John and I still had 30 minutes of our break left. Suddenly the discussion went from polite chit-chat to sexual innuendo and he blurted out that he could see the tell-tale lumps of my suspender belt through my black skirt.
"Do you always wear black stockings and suspenders?" He asked? "I am sure I have seen the outline of them before and you are definitely wearing them today!"
"That's none of your business" I replied, trying to sound indignant and shocked, but I couldn't help the cheeky smile on my face!
"And you wear thong panties all the while" he added "I can see the outline of those too when you bend over!"
"You shouldn't be looking!" I retorted, still unable to suppress a smile.
"Well you shouldn't be bending over with hot blooded males around – especially when you have such a nice tight little bottom, and it is so obviously decorated with sexy underwear!"
"When PERVERTS are around you mean!" I replied
Suddenly I felt uncomfortable and fidgety sitting down and had to get up and move around. I got up and walked towards the coffee making area. John was already standing and he moved across the room and grabbed the kettle before I could.
"Do you fancy something hot and wet?" he asked?
"Yes, so long as it is in a cup and tastes of coffee" I replied
"Can I ask a favour?" said John
"What is it?"
"Can I stroke the bumps of your suspenders? I think they are so erotic and it will make my day!"
"Why should I allow you to do that? I am a happily married woman!"
"Oh go on, it will be our little secret and it will give me something to think about later when I go home alone!"
I didn't reply immediately because I was digesting what John had just said and also what he MEANT by that last sentence! What he was effectively saying was that he wanted to think about touching me up, whilst jerking off! I glazed over momentarily whilst I suddenly had a mental image of him with trousers around his ankles, eyes closed, whilst furiously wanking his hard cock to orgasm!
John obviously took my silence and staring as a sign of agreement! Because I jumped as I felt his hand brush the front of my thigh! I flinched and pulled back instinctively but that only brought my arse into contact with his other hand which quickly closed on my butt and squeezed my firm bum cheek.
"Do you mind?" I said in a hushed shouting manner, only too aware that I didn't want to arouse the suspicions of the colleagues above.
"I don't mind at all!" John said, beaming from ear to ear, you have SUCH a nice arse and I have been dying to get my hands on it for months! "Definitely every bit as good as I imagined!"
My mind was in a turmoil, my legs felt like jelly and I didn't know whether to run upstairs and start work early, or sit down and finish my coffee – either option involved walking and I was not sure that my legs would carry me without giving way! I remained standing at the coffee area, and John remained standing beside me. I could feel his eyes burning into my flesh as he looked at my face and down the contours of my body to my arse and legs. I could also feel his breath against my neck, he seemed to be breathing faster than normal, and then I realised that I was breathing heavily too! It was as if we had both climbed the stairs quickly, but both of us had only walked 6 feet!
I adjusted my feet nervously and transferred my weight from one leg to the other, it was then that I realised that my pussy was WET! I could feel it with just that small movement, and the more I thought about it, the wetter I became! Oh my god! – this can't be happening!
"You are one sexy little minx" John whispered in a very sultry voice, "not only do you have a beautiful, sexy body, with a great ass, perfect tits, flat stomach, pretty face, and legs that are just about perfect! But when you accentuate all that by wearing black stockings, a thong and heels, well you damn near need to wear a sign that says BEWARE! Danger of coming in your pants by just looking at me!"
I then burst out laughing! Partly because what he said was very funny, but partly because I was so wound up like a coiled spring that if I didn't laugh then I would have probably cried or screamed! In that moment, I spun around and went around the filing cabinets to the stairs and up and through the door to the office above and immediately to the ladies room at the back where I peeled off my soaked thong and did my best so mop up my juices with toilet paper.
I felt as horny as hell and I had to fight the urge to stroke my pussy and bring myself to orgasm – I knew it would not have taken much, but I did not want to give John the satisfaction of seeing me with a post-orgasmic glow.
For the rest of the afternoon we were very busy and that meant there was no opportunity for continuing what had been started. At the end of the day I got out as soon as possible and rushed home. I usually got home before Dave and I quickly ran upstairs and changed my still damp thong for a clean one and went down to start preparing dinner. Dave came in about half an hour later and came into the kitchen and wrapped his arms around me and kissed my neck as we exchanged pleasantries about our working day. Sometimes, he would be horny when he came home and start groping me, and other times, he would go and get changed and we would eat and then make love after we had gone to bed. Either way, it would usually be Dave who initiated sex but I would usually be a very willing partner.
Tonight was one of those occasions when it seemed that sex would be postponed until later because apart from kissing my neck and rubbing his hands on my stomach, Dave was showing no signs of taking things further. But I was still feeling very horny and needed to relieve the itch that had been building up in my pussy since midday so I decided to help things along a little by pushing my ass back into Dave's groin.
"Is that a pistol in your pocket or are you just pleased to see me?" I asked
Dave needed little encouragement and I immediately felt a stirring in his trousers that was not there a moment before! I turned my head and pouted my lips and as he leant forward I opened my mouth and my tongue was already poised to start playing tonsil tennis. We pecked at each other's lips before locking our mouths in a long lingering and very wet kiss that had us both breathing heavily.
His hands were now roaming from my flat stomach, up to my breasts and then down again to my thighs where he toyed with my suspender clips as John had done earlier. Only this time, the hands went slowly down to the hem of my skirt and then started pushing the material up my legs until his hand made contact with my silky stockings and then onto the warm, bare flesh at the top of my thighs.
Our tongues were still mashing together as his hands moved onto my groin and cupped my pussy mound and I knew that he could feel the heat emanating from my crotch.
"I don't know what has got you feeling so hot but whatever it was, I like it!" breathed Dave.
"Just shut up and fuck me, right here, right now – pull my thong to one side and shove your cock into me from behind – just fuck me!"
So fuck me he did, he bent me over the worktop and pulled my skirt over my waist, he pulled my wet thong to one side and quickly unzipped his trousers and pulled out his hard cock. With one firm forward movement, he was buried balls deep in my wet welcoming pussy. He grabbed hold up my hips and thrust into me like a dog on heat, and I pushed back with every thrust to make sure I got every millimetre rammed into my hot hole.
I reached down underneath and stroked his balls as they swung and bounced against my clit, then I couldn't hold back any longer, I rubbed my fingertips on my so sensitive clit and started coming almost immediately! My pussy clenched and convulsed and wave after wave pulsed through my stomach, into my nipples and centred on my clit and deep in my pussy. Dave was still pumping away and on one of those very rare occasions, I had come so quickly that he was surprised I wasn't shouting at him to wait for me. But my violent pussy convulsions had brought him close very quickly and now he roared as he thrust so deep that I was sure he was trying to get his whole body inside me! As his orgasm started, I could feel his cock swell and pulse and start to spurt his love juice deep into my pussy and that triggered another orgasm in me that left me twitching and writhing on the worktop like a fish out of water.
Suddenly, Dave slumped down over me and bit my earlobe and neck and once again we kissed deeply.
"Oh my god, that was fantastic! Can we start every evening like that?"
