I’m a junior in a small firm of high street solicitors. At just under thirty I’m the youngest guy in the office. Late one night I was walking past our office on my way back to my flat after a night out with my mates when I saw a light on upstairs. It was long after office hours and no one should have been there. It seemed to be wasting electricity and also there had been some burglaries in the street so I decided to take a look and I quietly let myself in. I saw the alarm had been deactivated. I made my way carefully upstairs. I saw the light was on in the office of the senior partner, Fiona, and her office door was ajar. When I peeped through the gap, I could hardly believe what I saw.
Fiona was squatting on the top of her big old wooden desk with her knees spread as wide as she could get them. Fiona’s an attractive woman aged around forty. She’s always as elegant as you’d expect a woman in her position to be, with perfectly styled dark hair down just to her shoulders. She was in her customary office outfit of a tight white blouse, a charcoal grey knee length skirt, sheer black nylons and black high heels.
Fiona’s around ten years older than me. There’s plenty of younger eye candy in our office. But there’s something about Fiona’s sophisticated elegance, how her skirt tightens over her bottom to hint at the outline of her underwear, the swing of her hips, the click-clack of her high heels that drives me wild. Its usually Fiona’s naked body I’m imagining when I ogle porn, and Fiona, who performs for me in my night-time masturbation fantasies.
From where I was watching, I could see right up Fiona’s skirt between her spread legs. I’d been lucky enough to get a peep up her skirt a few times in the office and I’d seen she normally wore tights. Squatting wide-legged like that had pulled her skirt high up her thighs. This time I saw she was wearing black stockings with light coloured garter straps crossing her bare thighs above her stocking tops, and light coloured panties.
More than that, Fiona wasn’t alone. With her was a man. I recognised him as her husband, whom I’d met once at a social occasion. He was a guy about her age, slim, fit and muscular with dark hair and he was holding a big, expensive-looking camera.
As I watched, he pointed his camera at Fiona and took several full frontal upskirt shots. Then, still squatting wide legged, Fiona reached down between her legs and pulled her panties aside to expose her pussy. I could see her dark bush of pubic hair. Her husband took a few snaps, zooming in on her pussy before he lowered his camera. He reached between Fiona’s spread legs to play with her stocking tops and bare thighs. She nuzzled her hips toward him and he slid his hand down inside her panties. As he fondled her pussy their lips touched in a brief kiss.
I was shocked at first. But I figured that after all Fiona was the senior partner and a majority shareholder in the firm. If she wanted to use the place after hours for a raunchy photo session with her husband, what business was that of mine?
Still perched on her desk, Fiona did a slow striptease. Her skirt came off first, then her blouse, leaving her in her underwear and stockings. I saw she was in a matching light grey bra, panty and garter belt set. The cups of her thin-strapped bra looked only just big enough to sling her big breasts. Her very brief panties were even briefer at the back; just a thong gusset nestling deep in the valley between her nicely rounded bum cheeks.
Her husband took lots of pictures of her sprawling on her desk in her underwear, spreading her legs, pulling aside the tiny triangle of cloth at the front of her panties and that thong gusset at the back for his camera. He didn’t just enjoy her with his eyes and camera. His hands were all over her, stroking her nylon-clad legs and her bare thighs above and of course her panty-clad bottom and cunt. He was constantly running his fingers along the thin gusset of her panties down her valley, under her between her legs, stroking her pussy through the thin cloth and slipping his hand down inside her panties. The way she squirmed and moaned made it obvious he was getting her wild.
Even just in her bra, panties and stockings, it was obvious Fiona’s body was all I’d dreamed of in my masturbation fantasies. She had big breasts, sensuous curves, and man’s dream legs. As I hungrily waited to see her bra and panties come off my penis strained hard, erect, and I tried by sheer willpower to get her to strip more quickly. But her slow strip told me she knew just how to tease men wild.
Fiona was kneeling wide legged on her desk unclipping her bra when her husband laughed.
“That boy in the office who you told me who’s always looking up your skirt. Have you shown him those knickers?”
I felt my face turn red as I recognised myself. Fiona laughed too, a deep throated lewd laugh.
“The poor boy. I know he fancies me. I drive him wild. I let him see up my skirt again last week. I showed him those sexy black lacy ones you like.” She laughed again. “He went straight to the toilet. I’m sure he went and jerked one off thinking of me.”
They both laughed.
I remembered the occasion. Fiona had crouched down to get something from a bottom drawer of a filing cabinet. She seemed to have momentarily lost her balance and in steadying herself, her legs had swung wide. Before her legs demurely closed again, I’d seen she was wearing open crotch tights and very brief black lace-edged panties. It had all looked so accidental at the time.
She was also right about me jerking one off. With the memory of that upskirt panty peep fresh in my mind, I’d locked myself in a toilet cubicle and dropped my trousers and briefs. I’d propped my tablet on the tank showing a porn picture of a sexy secretary sprawling nude on her desk. Then, imagining Fiona like that, and with my cock hard in my hand, I’d added a fresh semen stain to the many I’d splashed onto the cubicle wall before.
“You dirty whore! You should leave your knickers in his desk for him to wank over.”
Fiona laughed that lewd laugh again.
“Don’t give me ideas!”
They both laughed. Then her husband picked up his camera.
“Come on slut. Get your bra and knickers off for me and lets see your tits and cunt.”
Still kneeling wide legged on her desk, Fiona reached behind her. Her bra fell and her breasts swung out. They were every bit as luscious as I’d imagined when I’d dreamed of them swinging and bouncing above me as in my masturbation fantasies she’d knelt astride me riding my rod. I could see her deep red nipples were peaking with arousal like corks from big pink areoles. As soon as her bra fell and her tits were out her husband’s hands were on them first, then his lips and tongue were kissing and licking them.
His hand went down inside her panties again. From where I was watching, I could see he’d got his fingers in her vagina slit and he was pleasuring her. She moaned and quivered, thrust her breasts against his face and nuzzled her pussy against his hand. They kissed as he slowly removed her garter belt then tossed it aside. Now just in her panties and nylons Fiona posed, thrusting and swinging her naked breasts for her husband’s camera and his constantly exploring hands,.
Then the moment I’d hungrily waited for arrived. She slid off the desk and stood just in panties, stockings and high heels, bending over her desk with her back to her husband. She thrust up her bottom for him. Of course his hand was instantly on her bottom, her thighs and that thong gusset that obviously fascinated him. As he ran his fingers down the thin gusset strap Fiona spread her legs wide for his hand. He stroked her pussy through her panties, this time rhythmically and for a long time sending her gasping, squealing and squirming with rising arousal.
He stepped back from Fiona as she stayed bending over her desk. From behind her he pulled her panties down just below her stocking tops. Her naked bum cheeks gleamed smoothly under the ceiling lights. She spread her legs as wide as her panties stretched round her thighs would allow. Her husband positioned her panties rakishly round her thighs for his camera in ways that obviously gave him a kinky fetish thrill.
I was so frantic to see her cunt I was grunting under my breath:
“Come on! Drop your knickers for me!”
Then finally she let her panties fall, kicked them aside and turned. There at last was Fiona’s cunt on display, a delicious neat strip of dark pubic hair lining her love slit. She leaned back against her desk so her breasts swung up and out, and spread her legs as wide as she could. Before he took his pictures of her whole body and close ups of her cunt her husband’s hand was on her pussy, cupped over her mound, ruffling her cunt hair, and teasing her vagina lips.
By then, watching Fiona’s striptease, seeing her tits and cunt, and nude all but for stocking and high heels, nude and her husband getting his hands all over her my hungry penis felt like a steel bar between my legs. In my mind I could all but feel her soft smooth flesh, the sheer nylon taut over her legs, her sensuously rounded breasts and bottom and her pubic hair against my hands. I was red hot for a wank and couldn’t wait.
I quietly unzipped, dropped my trousers down my thighs. I was wearing a very skimpy male thong in the hope of scoring with a girl. I pulled what little there was of my thong down below my balls. Then I began to finger my straining penis in readiness for a wank at an appropriate moment in the performance. When I masturbate, I often get carried away, grunting quite loudly and usually gasping some girl’s name. I was hoping to manage a wank without the movement of my pumping hand or my orgasm grunts catching their attention.
Fiona left her stockings till last. Laying back on her desk, she lifted and spread her legs wide to slowly peel her stockings down her long shapely legs. But before he started taking pictures, her husband’s face was down between her legs, buried in her bush of dark cunt hair. He got Fiona giggling, squealing and kicking her legs as his lips and tongue teased her already aroused pussy. Something about watching women taking their stockings off has always turned me on. As I finger pleasured my penis to rock hard stiffness, my eyes hungrily devoured every millimetre of Fiona’s hands, slowly slipping her nylons down and off her legs. Finally Fiona was nude!
Perched on her desk Fiona slipped her high heels back on. Then she spread her legs, thrust her pussy, swung her tits pendulously and wiggled her bottom as she arched her naked body into poses every bit as penis-straining erotic as anything I’d ever seen in porn. She was even agile enough to do the splits nude on her desk, spreading her legs so wide they were pointing in opposite directions while leaning back on her hands so her breasts really stuck out. As before, in between pictures, her husband’s hands, lips and tongue were all over his wife’s naked body, and constantly between her legs.
I guessed that like many couples, he was taking pictures for their own “private album.” My father had such an album and as a sex-mad eighteen-year-old, I’d discovered it. Until then I’d been masturbating over the tame by comparison pictures in my mother’s lingerie catalogues. After finding his album, I stroked my hungry young cock red raw over my mother in underwear and nude poses I could hardly believe. In fact, I suspect my father meant me to find his album.
But from snippets of Fiona and her husband’s conversation I overheard, I picked up that they belonged to some kind of sex group where men showed each other erotic pictures of their wives and partners and where the wives and partners stripped and posed nude for the men to masturbate over their naked bodies. Boy would I have liked to jerk one over Fiona as I watched her pose!
Fiona had been on all fours with her legs wide and her big breasts hanging pendulously and swinging over her desk top. They’d paused from photographing, and with his hand between her legs from behind her husband had stroked and massaged her pussy for ages. I’d taken enough girls to orgasm to tell from Fiona’s whimpering and cries and the look on her face that she was hot and aroused and wanted more than just her husband’s fingers between her legs.
Suddenly she cried out and flopped onto her back on her desk. Still in her high heels she spread and folded her legs up, in just the right position for a man to mount her on top and get his cock in. She gave a long deep half moan, half sigh and her hand slid down her belly and through her cunt bush. She paused for her husband to pick up his camera, then she began to masturbate.
Her hand methodically and rhythmically stroked and massaged her pussy. Her breasts wobbled with the rhythm of her hand and she gasped, whimpered, grunted, squirmed and thrust her hips with her rising pleasure. I could tell her husband had switched his camera to a video mode. He videoed her every movement, moving around her to catch her bobbing breasts, her face twisting in her ecstatic sexual pleasure, and of course zooming in on her hand between her legs.
Suddenly Fiona cried out really loudly. There’s no mistaking a woman’s orgasm cry. Her back arched as her hips thrust upward and her hand went really fast between her legs. Then in what was obviously an explosive climax her body juddered and one of her high heels flew off as she kicked her legs in the pulses of an orgasm that went on and on much longer than most of the girls I’d taken to orgasm. Her husband caught the whole lot on video and only put his camera down when Fiona flopped back on her desktop with her eyes closed, panting and with her hand between her legs cupped over her pussy.
I had decided to masturbate at watching all that when things moved on. Her husband put his hand on Fiona’s thigh, moved it up to cup his palm over her pussy and whispered something to her. In response and without a word Fiona rose, turned and sat on the edge of the desk top, facing me full frontal.
Her husband collected two chairs and placed them in front of the desk. Fiona spread her legs wide, resting her feet on the chairs, and arched her back a bit to thrust her cunt forward and swing her breasts up. Her thighs were as wide as she could get them, spectacularly displaying her hairy pussy with her pink vagina lips peeping through her bush. She fingered her pussy and looked at her husband Even from where I was watching I could see the hungry look in her eyes. Her husband took a last few shots of her. I wondered how he managed to hold the camera still with a sight like that in front of him.
Fiona excitedly fingered her pussy as he stripped naked from his casual shirt and jeans with tiny light blue briefs underneath. From the way he fumbled, I could tell he was as frantic to get up her as I was. Hardly surprising, his penis was bending up hard erect from a full bush of cock fur to a big round mushroom head. I’m not turned on by well hung guys but that at least eight inches of hard muscle ready to fuck a woman, swinging stiffly in front of him with his movements looked so erotic.
He crouched down in front of Fiona and began kissing the insides of her thighs, his lips and tongue working their way to her pussy. In her excitement, Fiona squealed and squeezed his head between her thighs. He slowly rose, kissing her up her body, up over her breasts and up till he was standing between Fiona’s spread thighs and their lips met. I’d been enjoying seeing Fiona full frontal nude. But as her husband stood between her legs to fuck her he was in front of her and her body was hidden by his back and his muscular, very masculine bum.
I could see how he grabbed her hips, how her hands held his shoulders, how his bum cheeks clenched and thrust forward as he slid his cock into her and of course I heard his deep throated animal-like growl of satisfaction as he entered her. Then I watched his bum rhythmically thrusting backwards and forwards, setting Fiona’s body bobbing with the force of his powerful thrusts. His action was accompanied by his animal-like grunts of pleasure and Fiona’s excited cries and squeals.
With the pair of them totally preoccupied with each other’s bodies, that’s when I decided to masturbate. Like that time in the toilet, I spread my legs, thrust my hips forward, wrapped my hand round my iron-hard shaft and began the exquisite stroking and tugging. In my mind I was standing between Fiona’s legs, holding her thighs, feeling her breasts against my chest and her belly against mine. It was Fiona’s smooth, warm vagina tight around my straining hard penis, not my hand. With my eyes locked on her husband’s bum, I tried to synchronise my pumping hand with his methodical thrusts.
After ages of him fucking her Fiona suddenly cried out. I saw her hands dig into his shoulders as she pulled him against her. Her legs folded up around his back. Letting out a long half sob, half moan she juddered and her legs wrapped round him kicked as his pumping cock gave her another orgasm. Then his turn came. He grunted loudly, I saw his fingers fig into her hips, his bum began thrusting frantically. He let out a loud grunt and in his orgasm thrust as he filled her he pushed her back across the desk.
I was still masturbating when her husband shot his load. As they fucked, I was edging, holding my penis on the agonising brink, waiting for them to climax. I couldn’t hold back any more and I stroked my penis to an exquisite cum spurt. Somehow, as I splashed my semen over the door frame, I managed to stifle my orgasm grunt.
Fiona’s husband stayed standing between her legs for a long time. He held her hips, and she had her arms and legs wrapped round him with her head resting on his shoulder. Finally they disentangled themselves and he staggered back from her. His cock was still mostly erect, poking out just above horizontal and dangling a long strand of semen. He reached down, wrapped his finger and thumb round his shaft and wanked a last spurt of semen out over Fiona’s pussy.
I decided it was the time to leave them to it. I carefully put my cock away and quietly crept out again, hoping they wouldn’t notice my semen splash on the door frame and where it had trickled down to the carpet, and that it would dry off by morning.
But that wasn’t quite the end. The next morning I was back in the office. Fiona, as always, had arrived long before me. I opened my desk drawer and there was a pair of women’s panties. I knew instantly they were the panties Fiona had worn the night before. They were light grey with a little white flower pattern, very brief, and expensive looking. Where they would have covered the wearer’s vagina, there was a slight yellow stain. They smelled of a heady mixture of a woman’s perfume and her juices. As I ran the smooth satin through my fingers, I saw a strand of dark pubic hair was caught in the stitching.
But that wasn’t all. Stuck to the panties was a yellow post-it note. On it was written:
“We hope you enjoyed the show last night. When you are ready, bring these to my office and we’ll have a follow-up of yesterday’s meeting. Fi.”
I felt my face go red. I’d been spotted. But that follow-up meeting can be another story.
