Later that day John was having difficulty sleeping, he opened an eye to look at the clock, 3am shone brightly from the illuminated display. John’s mind was awash with what had happened that day with Claire. It kept going round and round in his mind. John had found the experience quite mind blowing and was restless and a long way from being able to sleep. Knowing he needed to get to sleep soon, John figured there was only one way to relieve the pressure he was feeling inside.
John allowed his mind to wander, his hand slipped below the thin summer duvet. Quietly he stroked, as his mind opened…
The office was busy, everyone was in, and it was a normal day like many others. Claire had come in late, as usual, but John didn’t care about that. As she breezed into the office in little denim shorts that showed off her nicely tanned legs, and a tight top that showed every contour of her chest, John looked up. “Oh fuck, she looks hot today,” John thought. In his head he was immediately thrown back to the image of Claire, naked, straddling his lap, both of them recovering from their intense orgasms. The feeling of Claire’s body against his, and her breath on his neck as they embraced. John shook his head to bring himself back into the room. How long had his mind wandered, surely only a moment as Claire was only just sitting at her desk.
Claire had chosen carefully what she wore that morning, her thoughts had been filled with the antics of the day before. She was still feeling extremely turned on, and wanted to give John a little excitement by showing off her legs. As she walked into the office she saw John look up and by the look on his face he liked what he saw. His eyes had seemed to glaze over, and Claire expected she knew what he was thinking. Not wanting to draw attention from the others Claire neatly slipped into her chair and started work for the day.
The morning was fairly normal, plenty of work to be done, but still in John’s mind, Claire’s naked form filled his thoughts. For Claire her thoughts were focused on the job at hand, she was strong minded and found it a lot easier to control her thoughts. Though she did allow the memories of the day before to creep in at points. The excitement of it and the closeness that she felt with John ignited feelings she hadn’t felt for some time.
Lunch time drew nearer, and John left the office at around one, he needed to get some fresh air and was feeling pumped inside. A walk would ease that so he headed down to the river which was close to the office. It was a sunny day again, and as he meandered along the sea wall John looked out across the river. A container ship slipped quietly through the water on the way to the dock, and some seagulls were padding through the mud on the shoreline. John often walked by the river, it gave him head space and it was peaceful there, and not to mention the odd pub that he could pop into.
Claire had brought lunch in, she sat at her desk eating a bowl of pasta, she didn’t really notice it as she ate, as her mind was now filled with thoughts of what could happen next. She wanted more, a lot more. Claire finished her lunch and took another sip of her water. “Only 15 minutes left before I have to get back to things,” she mused. Claire stood up and headed for the door, she headed down the stairs heading for the toilet. As she started on the second flight down the front door opened and John walked back in. She paused as he started climbing the stairs.
John walked up the stairs, his head down so he didn’t see Claire at first. Claire’s feet came into his line of sight. John felt his heart jump as he raised his head. Claire was just three steps above him, and as his eyes travelled up her legs a broad smile spread across John’s face.
“Fuck… your legs,” John blurted out.
“Oi naughty,” giggled Claire. John’s eyes hadn’t got above Claire’s waist. “Er… I am here, Cheeky,” Claire said as she stretched out her hand and placed it on John’s cheek, lifting his face up to meet hers.
“Christ Claire, I was only checking out your legs,” John said with a very cheeky glint in his eye. John took another step up so his face was level with Claire’s.
Claire could feel John’s breath on her face, it was sweet with a hint of mint. Claire felt a stir and realised that John being this close was getting to her. She felt warm between her legs and could feel a wetness growing. Claire smiled at John, her eyes twinkled and scanned John’s face. His stubble was a little long, and a touch scruffy, but his eyes, oh his eyes were deep blue. She could swim in his eyes if he would let her. She felt John’s hands on her hips. His hands felt strong but warm and comforting. She could feel herself being drawn into him.
As John held Claire’s hips his heart began to pump harder. Claire’s scent filled his nostrils and her lips looked full and moist. John had to kiss Claire, there was something deep inside him that yearned for the touch of her lips on his. Looking intensely into Claire’s eyes he leant forward.
Claire’s heart began to race, the feelings from yesterday were there. She wanted John. Claire wanted John to kiss her. As John moved forward she could see a spark in his eyes that she knew was wholly for her. Leaning into John, her lips merely a centimetre from his she inhaled deeply and felt a wave of pleasure build inside.
As their lips touched something happened, both of them felt it. An aura of warmth and sensuality spread through them. Lightly they kissed at first, but both felt an urge, and the kiss grew more intense. John sucked Claire’s bottom lip into his warm mouth, and ran his tongue along it, before letting it slide back out between his lips. Their tongues swirled around each other, playing a game of catch and be caught.
Claire ached for more, and reached for John’s hand. She took it in hers and moved it down her body, where she pressed his hand between her legs. Kissing John harder she motioned back and forth with her hips, rubbing her excited pussy on John’s hand.
The door to the second floor landing creaked opened. Fortunately for Claire and John, it had always been really loud and could do with some oil. John and Claire almost jumped apart. They both looked at each other, giggled, and with a last peck on the lips John continued up the stairs and Claire headed for the toilet.
Claire got into the toilet, flustered, excited and with adrenalin surging through her veins. Her chest rising and falling quickly from the pace of her breath. Undoing her shorts, Claire pulled them down along with her knickers, but the need to pee had gone… instead there was something else she had to release, and fast. Claire leant back on the toilet seat and spread her legs. Her hand slipped between her legs and found her sweet spot. As she pleasured herself her mind focused on John and his touch, the way he made her feel and how good it felt to be in his big strong arms.
As her pace quickened her thoughts became more erotic and intense and she fantasised on having more intimate experiences with John. She focused on how good it felt to have John inside her, and how her orgasm had been a body shuddering climax. Claire let her head fall back and she closed her eyes as her orgasm approached. Claire was breathing hard and had her legs stretched out as she brought herself to her climax, she held her breath as her body shuddered, a stifled moan escaped her lips as the waves of pleasure took hold. “Oh God,” she whispered as her body and mind were bathed in her climax.
As Claire was getting herself back together, an idea popped into her mind. Could she do that? “Yes, he will love that,” she thought. Without second thought Claire reached for her panties that were laying on the floor. She pressed them between her legs, and gently rubbed them into her wet and creamy pussy. Then she looked around the toilet and saw a stack of toilet rolls in the corner. She moved them aside and hid her wet knickers behind them. “I’ll email John and tell him they are here,” she thought and she giggled at how rude she was being.
Back at her desk, Claire sent a short, but to the point email to John. “I’ve left you a gift behind the loo rolls in the ladies. Go and get it, then tell me what happens next!”
John had been on the phone to a client when Claire’s email popped up in his inbox. He opened it whilst speaking to the client and promptly forgot what he was talking about. Not the first time that’s happened, so he laughed it off with the client but then excused himself from the call saying something urgent had come up. What the fuck had Claire left him he wondered. He knew she had a filthy mind. Could it be something rude or perhaps she had left a little note. He had to see.
John almost ran down the stairs, he felt like a child at Christmas. Quietly he opened the door to the toilet and snuck in. He moved the toilet rolls at the front. The stack went flying. “Fuck sake,” he swore, then he looked further and there he found Claire’s panties. “The saucy little fucker,” he chuckled out loud. Quickly John picked them up and stuffed them in his pocket.
John’s cock had hardened as soon as he picked up Claire’s panties. It was rock hard and very obvious in John’s jeans. There was no way he could walk through the office like that so headed straight for the gents.
Once inside, he pulled the underwear from his pocket, mmm another pair of hipster briefs, but this time a light pink instead of white. He looked at them, then realised they were wet. “That’s Claire’s pussy right there,” he thought as he raised them to his face. He held them over his mouth and nose and inhaled deeply. The scent of Claire’s fresh cum swirled around his senses. The heady smell of her pussy sent John’s heart racing for more than the second time that day. As he inhaled, John tore open his jeans and began stroking his rigid cock. John pulled hard and fast on his cock. He had been massively aroused all day and the naughtiness of what Claire had given him made for a very frantic urge to cum.
As he started to get close to orgasm, John took Claire’s panties from his face and wrapped them around his cock, taking care to line the gusset of the panties along the length of his shaft. He stroked quickly. He wanted to cum all over the panties, especially in the place where Claire’s wet pussy had been. John’s legs started to spasm and as he got to the point of no return, he looked down to look at those lovely pink panties slipping up and down his length. With a low grunt and moan John’s orgasm surged through him. Waves of pleasure washed through him as ribbons of his hot cum covered Claire’s panties. He continued to pull on his cock until the last drops of cum had been milked, his cock still twitching inside the now even wetter panties.
Composing himself, John thought it was only fair to give something back to Claire, so he took his phone out of his pocket and opened the camera app. Unwrapping the panties from around himself, but keeping his cock and the panties very close together he angled a picture. He wanted Claire to see his hard cock, glistening with his cum, and the large puddles of cum in her panties. “Click” went the camera. John then cleaned himself up with some tissue, stuffed Claire’s panties back in his pocket, and sent the pic to Claire with the caption, “You are not getting these back yet!”
John opened his eyes, he hoped that he hadn’t woken his wife next to him. He had tried to keep very quiet, and she seemed to be still sleeping soundly. “Shit that was fucking lovely,” John thought as he reached for a tissue to wipe away the sticky cum that was across his stomach. “I wonder if Claire will ever give me her panties,” he mused as he slipped into a very satisfied, and deep sleep.
