Hello.
I am a very shy and quiet person. Most people think butter wouldn't melt in my mouth, but I've had my naughty moments and I will share my sexiest secret with all the randy readers here.
My story takes place in 1992, when I was 27. My boyfriend was not paying me any attention in the bedroom department and I was dying for a good bonking session. I'd get so frustrated, my poor fanny was aching and my love-button was always throbbing. It seemed so unfair, listening to the other girls in the ofice where I worked, giggling over their sexy love lives. On most nights I would end up wanking myself to sleep.
Then, we got a new intake of temps at work. When I saw K, it was love at first sight. Every time I looked at him, my heart was thumping, my knickers were sopping, my love button was throbbing and my nipples were popping through my Playtex. I felt like one of those cartoon characters with red love-hearts popping out of me. Talk about "having the hots"!
I wondered what his willy looked like and when I wanked myself off, I would think of him bonking me. That really made me come.
Being very shy, it seemed impossible for me to approach him. However, we started to get on nodding terms during our break times, as we were both smokers and I would often see him in the smoking room. Then, when our office was reorganised, he was actually moved right next to me.
We began to chat and got along well. he, too, was quiet and reserved. I wondered if he was as randy as me. One day, we were discussing our partners, and he seemed depressed when he talked about his wife. I asked him if his love life was good. I couldn't believe I had just blurted it out, and blushed like a beetroot. So did he, and he mumbled that he was very frustrated.
That was the end of that conversation, but I knew that he was in the same boat as me. I imagined him relieving his frustration, wanking his poor frustrated willy. I wondered if he had ever thought of me when he wanked.
We both tended to work latte and that evening, when he and I were alone in our part of the ofice, I knew I had to make my move. So, when one of my suspenders twanged loose, instead of discreetly refastening it under my desk, I exclaimed that I'd "pinged". He looked puzzled, and I gingerly lifted my skirt and underskirt enough to refasten my white suspender to my barely-black stocking top.
I hoped that I looked casual, but I was anything but, my heart was pounding like a drum, thump! thump! thump! K's eyes popped out of his head on stalks and he went bright red, but couldn't avert his gaze.
I asked him if he liked stockings and suspenders and he groaned that he loved them. I told him that I always wore them to work and that they made me feel really sexy, not that anyone cared about me. He blurted out that he found me sexy and that it was a waste that I felt so neglected.
Before we knew what was going on, we were
kissing, a proper sizzler, with our tongues bumping. My nipples were so stiff they felt like they had popped through my bra cups. My fanny was aching so hard and my love button was beating ten to the dozen. I could feel his stiff willy prodding against me and I moved my hand down to feel his bump. K groaned and I told him to come with me.
We walked to the stockroom where the office supplies were kept and closed the door. I was so randy that I had to have it, and I knew he felt the same. We snogged passionately and I uzupped his slacks. His underpants were stretched by his stonker and I pulled them down for my first sight of his gorgeous stiff willy. It was short, about four inches, with a lovely fat throbbing knob. But then, "it is not the size of the ship but the motion of the ocean". I started to wank his willy, but he said he would come and I wanted his spunk inside me.
I bent over the desk and raised my skirt and underskirt so he could bonk me doggy-fashion, which never fails to make me come my brains out. He groaned when he saw my knickers and suspenders stretched over my big bum, and rubbed his knob over my knickers. He pulled my knickers down to my knees and inserted his lovely willy into my wet and willing fanny. His hands grasped my suspenders and he began bonking. I was in heaven, coming almost as soon as he started and it didn't take more than thirty seconds before K moaned and spunked off in my very grateful fanny.
We collapsed in a breathless heap, realised what we had done and where we were, and we tidied ourselves up. We both confessed how much we had needed it and how much we had enjoyed it, and that we should do it again.
Well, that was the start of a very sexy affair. I'd constantly tease him by discreetly flashing my suspenders and knickers, which really got him all hot and bothered.
We would have the odd crafty bonk when we were work and I lost count of the number of times that I wanked him off and sucked that super knob. He'd play with my horny fanny, teasing my love-button and my stiff nipples until I orgasmed in ecstasy, biting my lip to avoid drawing the attention of teh cleaners or security.
This went on for four months, until his contract at our office ended. After that, I would secretly meet him after work and we would park my old Fiesta in the local Lover's Lane and bonk our brains out. It was just so rude, me with my legs up in the air, my knickers hanging round one ankle, my high heels touching the ceiling of my car, as it bounced up and down with our love-making rhythym.
We continued our affair for two more years, until we decided to end our existing loveless relationships and move in together. We have been in sex heaven ever since. I'm so glad that I had the courage to actually act, or I'd still be stuck with my boring old boyfriend who, despite having a much bigger willy, wasn't interested in my fanny.
Well, that's all. Happy wanking! |