Hello guys! This is my 3rd story here. Hope u would enjoy it. Sarah moaned softly, an expression of pleasure etched on her pretty young nineteen year old face, as she leant back in her swivel chair. Her business skirt was pulled up round her waist and her right hand was thrust deep down the inside of her skimpy panties, her fingers rhythmically massaging her pussy. She still had all her clothes on and was still wearing her blouse, her sexy patterned stockings and her knee length boots. Her shapely legs were wide apart. Her right leg was dangling helplessly over the right arm rest, while her left leg was raised high, the heel of her left boot resting against the edge of the desk in front of her. She moaned again as she continued to stroke her pussy with one hand, while caressing up and down the material of her stockings of her left thigh with the other. She was so absorbed in her act of self love, that she didn’t notice me when I first entered the room. It was only when I shut the door loudly a few moments later that she looked up and saw me standing there.
At first she looked startled, but relaxed when she realized it was me. “How long have you been there, Marie, you perverted bitch?” Snapped Sarah, removing her hand from her panties and taking her left leg off the desk. She turned towards me her legs wide open, giving me a delightful and unrestricted view of her moist pussy lips protruding through the material of her damp tight panties. I looked her up and down licking my lips, letting my gaze flit from her panties, to her shapely legs, to her breasts, and finally to her pretty nineteen year old face. God she was horny and I could already feel my clit going hard and moist in my own panties. “Enough to know that you are a filthy little slut.” I replied smiling and walked towards her, swaying my hips.
“What took you so long?” Sarah asked, looking at me up and down with her lustful eyes as I swayed towards her. Like her I was wearing a blouse, a short business skirt, stockings and knee length boots.
“John was chatting me up. We have arranged to meet up later.” I replied, knowing that would annoy her. She didn’t like me going out with our male colleagues.
“It looks like you will be tired out again, when you eventually get home to your dear husband.” Said the little bitch, sneering. I kept smiling, although I vowed to get my own back. I really did despise the little slut. But she was so horny and would be a good appetizer before a good nights fucking from john and before going back home to my dreary husband. I changed the subject. “I see you started without me.” I pouted, now standing directly in front of her.
“Are you going to show me what I was missing?” She asked huskily, gazing at the sexy stockings on my well shaped thighs and the tight fitting skirt covering my shapely hips. I was more than happy to oblige. “Couldn’t wait for this?” I smiled and pulled up my skirt right in front of her face.
“Mmmm!” Sighed Sarah licking her lips. She eagerly leaned forward on the chair and started caressing the length of my thighs as she gazed frowning in lust at my panties. For some reason, Sarah is obsessed with seeing my panties. During the work day, she and always tries to position her to get a glimpse of them up my skirt. Naturally, I often position my legs discretely so she gets a good view without the others in the office realizing. I just love seeing that glazed look on her face as she stares between my legs.
Given this tendency, it wasn’t long before she was pulling the material of my panties in all directions with a lustful scowl on her face. I sighed contentedly as she played around with both the front and the back of the thin fabric. Every so often, I gasped as she sometimes pulled the material roughly up the crack between my buttocks or my pussy lips. Then with her hands still caressing me all over, she started nuzzling my pussy though my panties with her nose and lips, grotesquely sniffing my rich pussy juices. But she wasn’t the only woman here with a panty fetish, and I was desperate to satisfy my own. I pushed her back on the chair and she sat back smiling, spreading her legs wide like the good little slut she was. She grinned as I knelt down and caressed the material of her boots and stockings, slowly moving up to the bare skin of her inner thighs. God, I love feeling up another woman in kinky boots and sexy stockings. I gazed at her tight panties, matted and transparent against her moist pussy lips. I purred and caressed her pussy through her panties.
“Oh, suck it, Mrs. Smith!” She gasped, using my married surname. “Oh, suck it, please!”
I eagerly obliged, pulling the material of her panties to one side and flicking her clit with my tongue. She moaned scowling down at me, as I lapped her teenage juices from that rock hard clit. Given her earlier activities, she was already highly sexed up and it wasn’t long before she was arching her back and moaning out loud in ecstasy. I looked up and saw with satisfaction as her sweet young face contorted into a mask of ecstatic joy, my tongue still rapidly flicking her swollen clit. Mail me your comments to .
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