When I went to our company 's head office for my occupation meeting I anticipated a day of irksome presentations and blue discussion. How awry I was !

I arrived to find oneself I was the youngest by at least twenty age among the grey suited greyness haired men sat around the big council chamber conference tabular array, and I was the only woman. Normally when I enter a room good of men I get that exciting little thrill from sensing their attention. I 'm mid thirties, brunet, with a good figure and legs that I thought my egg white blouse and pencil skirt just above the stifle were showing off nicely. This clip I got just a subdued `` Good morning Mrs sander '' from the chairman and a couple of disinterested glance in my commission from the grey heads. I saw that no-one was sitting at the short side of the big oak top conference tabularize opposite the chairman so I planted myself on one of the inkiness leather swivel chairs there and quietly got my written document in order.

Two instant before the beginning time the threshold opened and in walked the new lawyer, Marcus. I 'd exchanged many emails with him and I 'd imagined an older man but I saw he was perhaps 40 if that. He was good looking to put it mildly, obviously kept himself fit, wearing a tailored slimline blue and white striped shirt with a lustrous tie and an expensive looking suit. Like me he had a nuptials doughnut on his finger. The moment his middle fell on me I felt as if an galvanic shock had hit me. My blouse was thin and tight enough to arouse any man 's interest without being too daring, but it suddenly felt a lot thinner and tighter over my boob and I suddenly wondered irrationally if the outline of my panties showed through my skirt. I felt that so conversant feeling of my clothes evaporating under a man 's lustful gaze.

`` Julia '' he said with a smile `` we meet at last. ``

My throat had suddenly become dry and for once I was tongue tied, but I somehow managed to say something in reply. He sat down next to me.

`` Well gentlemen, and Julia, we 're all here so let 's kick off. outset agendum token is minutes of the hold up meeting and matters arising. ``

We spent an eternity just on that inaugural item. But all that prison term I was so conscious of Marcus'eyes on me exploring me : down my neck, over my blouse, across my wench, down my sheer Joseph Black nylons to my black high up heels. I could feel his smouldering lust for me, and I was having problem keeping my eyes off the bulging extremum of his causa pant. He was erect for me ! I kept finding myself wondering how foresighted his erect penis was : six inch, seven inches, eight inch ? I wondered too what positions he liked sex with women in : oil production missionary position, the only position my husband ever wants - or something more wind up ! I felt my white meat tighten and that familiar tingling down below and I knew my panties were getting damp at the thought that he was seeing me nude and imagining having sex with me. I could all but feel him mentally removing my clothes. I could n't help but respond. I had to render him my body !

I arched my back a little in my chair to jut my tit out. Looking down while trying not to earn it blatant I saw that had the desired effect of tightening the thin white material of my blouse to show the scheme of my breasts perfectly. The heyday of my mammilla were showing and I felt my face redden as I realised Marcus would know I was aroused ! I 'accidentally on role'manoeuvred myself into a position where Marcus could see between my blouse push button. Out of the corner of my eye I saw his gaze lock onto my breasts. I had to smile to myself : I 'd put on a bra that as well as being rather brief was flesh coloured. Marcus must have thought I was n't wearing a bra at all ! Then it was time for the next cleaning lady 's trick for getting noticed.

I carefully wriggled my prat and discreetly spread my legs a little, trying to realize it look as if I was n't aware my fast skirt was steadily working its way up my nylon clad thigh. Marcus certainly noticed ! But what Marcus did n't know, at low at least, was that I was wearing stockings. I know men find carry sexy but I was n't wearing them for that reason. If I 've got to sit still on my bum for hour in meetings I find stockings so much more comfortable than tights. Marcus was trying as hard as he could not to let on that he was following the progress of my skirt, and at the same sentence I was trying as grueling as I could to pretend my mini stripper was n't deliberate ! At the number 1 sight of my bare thighs above my smuggled lace stocking upside he visibly twitched ! I treated him to about an in of bare thigh before I pulled my bird back down to just above my knees.

loudspeaker droned on and the big screen at the front showed uninformative spreadsheets packed with build and graphical record. But I did n't mind. While I sat there with my eyes staring blankly at the screen I was alone with Marcus in that Sami boardroom, perched on the tabular array doing a slow striptease for him, blouse, bird, bra, panties, leaving my stockings till finale while Marcus stood there bare observation me. His erection was massive and sticking up almost perpendicular from a thick manly bush to a big purple mushroom cloud foreland. As I stripped and posed nude in the sort of kinky poses and sex positions I know my husband looks at in his porn websites I swung my body close to Marcus so he could fondle my legs, my backside, my knocker and between my legs. Then I sat nude on the edge of the table with Marcus 's oral sex between my banquet legs for him to kiss me all over my sex cumulation getting his tongue into my vagina, up over my breasts then deliciously on my lips while he fingered my pussy. Finally he stood between my ranch branch, held my waistline firmly and his brand firmly muscle slid into me till his boneheaded coarse bush met mine. import later he was powerfully pumping me and grunting `` Julia ! Julia ! '' while he fucked me better than I 'd ever been fucked before ....

`` Is n't that the case Julia ? ``

My day dream was rudely interrupted by the chair 's question. Fortunately I 'd been following just enough of what was being said to move over a satisfying response, but my heart was pounding and my face was red ! I glanced out of the recession of my eye at Marcus. He was staring at the screen too, but with a quenched smile on his face. I wIshed that whatever we were doing together in his mind we were doing for literal in bed.

My heart was pounding ! Sitting not more than a chiliad from me was a man who wanted to strip me and have sex with me, and I wanted to do the Lapp ! I decided it was metre for action and I knew precisely what to do. During a drone presentation I went for a `` comfort break. '' As I rose I turned slowly in my rump toward Marcus and swung my wooden leg wide to address him to a full frontal upskirt, but still trying to establish my drift feeling inadvertent. As I held my stage wide, like with all men, a glimpse of a woman 's underwear had an absolutely irresistible drawing card. His head turned to enjoy the sentiment and he made no arcanum of the fact that he was having a estimable long expression at my stocking tip, bare thigh above and of line my flesh dyed step-in matching my bra. With just the two of us sitting at the end of the table and everyone else 's eyes on the screen the appearance was just for him ! I treated him to a wiggle of my backside as I strolled to the threshold and I could all but feel his eyes on my bra strap through my blouse and my step-in though my fast skirt. I 'd decided my next move. Accidental upskirts and sex illusion were one thing, but what I had in mind would cash in one's chips the point of no return.

In the ladies'potty I took my step-in off. They were one of the briefest G-string sets I had, just a tiny lace edged trigon of cloth at the front man and not much to a greater extent than a thin thong landing strip at the spinal column. The material at the front showed the shape of the bulge of my agglomerate, the smooth sheeny cloth smelled of a compounding of my perfume and my sex juice, and dependable of all a dark pubic hair was caught in the embroidery. With my panty scrunched in a miserly picayune Ball in my hand I strolled back into the merging, where the same intro was still droning on. My bosom was pounding !

I returned to my tooshie next to Marcus, then below the tabular array top so no one else would note I tossed my step-in into his lap. They landed on his thigh. You should have seen the looking at on his face ! Keeping his hands below the board top he unfolded them, ran his fingertips across the juice-wetted fleck at the presence, and plucked at my pubic hair. Now he knew I had a haired cunt and what colour my bush was ! Sweat appeared on his forehead and I saw he was breathing more quickly, and of course his trouser were up like a heap peak ! He turned and grinned at me. I shuffled my bed like before but this sentence I did n't stop at just one inch of bare thigh. I took my time letting my doll rise as high as it could go, all the time sitting with my center attentively on the concealment. With my dame as high as I could get it I slowly swung my legs as broad as I could, swivelling my hips toward him under the tabular array to show him my naked sex mound and the neatly trimmed dismal crotch hair around my vagina in a common soldier tantalization. With my breeches in his hands and my cunt on display his penis must make been about to tear ! I gave him a impish smiling, dangle my legs back together, and adjusted my skirt.

Like all of us he had his headphone on the table top in front of him, and we 'd all been constantly checking our electronic mail during the meeting, keeping up with work and relieving the boredom. I picked mine up and sent Marcus one of those heartbeat message that disappears without trace, so very useful for keeping affair enigma !

`` DId you like seeing my cunt and playing with my knickers ? '' I asked. An picture would have flashed on his phone. He picked it up. I did n't have to wait long for his reply.

`` Yeah ! I like the stockings too. Are you going to take off that sexy bra and show me your titty ? ``

`` You 're a blue boy ! I like naughty boys. What would you like to do with me ? ``

`` I 'd like to do 69 with you and kiss you all over your cunt and punch you to an orgasm while you sucked my putz off. ``

I felt my face go red. I had n't expected a reply as raunchy as that. Marcus, I realised, was as lots a hunk as he looked !

`` Mmmmmm ! I like 69. Perhaps later. How big is your cock ? ``

`` eight-spot inches when it 's up like it is now for a sexy woman as hot as you. Do you like sucking men 's cocks ? ``

`` I prefer big hard cocks up between my stage ''

We exchanged messages like that during the whole of the display. All the meter we were sexting Marcus was fingering my pantie. It awoke an old store. When I 'd been xviii I discovered that my jr. brother was borrowing my knee pants and masturbating over them. Often at bedtime I 'd notice a couple was missing from my lavation basket. They were just the white or pastel cotton knickers I wore to school, nothing like the sexy ace I wear now. I 'd be laying in my bed and I 'd see his bed rattling in his bedroom next to mine, then he 'd grunt `` Julia ! ``, the rattle would go frantic then suddenly stop. The next Night I 'd notice my missing breeches were back in the basketful, but wet or stained. My girl friends at school enlightened me as to what he was up to. I was masturbating too and thinking of him playing with my knickers and seeing that semen splashed lusting for me got me red hot for fingerbreadth drama ! I suspect my degenerate of a husband does the same with my panties while he ogles his smut. A xv minute of arc comfort and email catch up break was approaching.

`` I love it when men soak my drawers with cum. Will you ... .... ? '' I messaged. Marcus said nothing in answer but looked at me but his eye said everything.

The break came and I got a coffee, and out of the street corner of my eye I saw Marcus head down the corridor. I chatted to one of the grey cause, pleased to notice that he was obviously interested in trying to see down my blouse. But as we chatted all I could remember of was Marcus standing spread legged in a toilet cubicle with his trousers and brief down, his massive erection sticking up with a big round of drinks pass, and him powerfully stroking and tugging his shaft while he held my scanty in his spare hand in front of his nozzle, and his load splash over them. I hoped he 'd grunt `` Julia ! '' like my buddy did when he masturbated. After the break we returned to our can and the next intro started. When all center were on the concealment Marcus passed my panty to me below the table. They were soaked with creamy semen !

`` Was it good ? '' I messaged. He took some meter with his reply.

`` I put your panties on so I could see how brief they were and palpate them tight around my cock. I brushed them over my rotating shaft and balls and across my knob wishing they were your fingers, sassing, tits and cunt hair. I had you from behind while you bent over this board in your rayons and highschool heels with your pegleg panoptic. I fingered you till you were pleading for me to have you. Then I held your thighs with my custody down inside your stockings, and pumped your affectionate tight wet twat till you squealed and bucked in your climax, then I pumped you till I filled you. When I soaked your knickers it was your pussy I was filling. When can we make love for genuine ? ``

After this meeting ended we 'd be off to other meetings, then I 'd be heading back home with just my husband climbing on top of me for his two minutes of fun to front forward to. I wanted a man to play with me and hard hungry man material body between my legs. My heart was pounding. I was fantastic ! I wanted Marcus and could n't await. Then I had my inspiration.

`` At lunch period sports meeting me In the Lady toilet. ``

Marcus looked puzzled, then his low growl and the facial expression on his face told me he 'd understood.

I 'm not into sex in public crapper but this was different. I would have suggested confluence in an empty office, but in this building there was only open plan or field glass fronted angle armored combat vehicle power. Up here on the boardroom level was the executive gutter. This was n't like the hamper cubicles in the girls'toilets at school whIch I squeezed into with my `` scoop friend '' to revoke our skirts for some pubescent hormonally supercharged knicker wetting `` pash. '' The executive toilet was big, strip, luxurious, pastel tiled, sweet smelling. We could even have taken a shower together there ! It was also absolutely private : I was the only woman, this trading floor would only afford to our security passes and our meeting was so confidential no cleaners would disturb us. We 'd give an hour but we 'd give birth plenitude of room to spread our wings. All Marcus sent me in reply was a smiley, but that was all I needed !

I could hardly concentrate after that. In my brain Marcus undressed me from my aphrodisiacal underwear, from my petty inkiness dress, from my bikini, I posed nude for him, he masturbated over me, his fingers, glossa and penis took me to orgasm after orgasm. And I knew that inside his head he was doing the same with me. The chairman announced luncheon, I saw Marcus linger ruffling his papers while a gang of grey suits scurried off to the restaurant on a flooring below, and I quietly made my way to the ladies. I stripped to my stockings and high hound and stood with my ramification spread leaning back on my hired hand against the retort so my boob jutted out, fingering my tingling pussy as I waited. The threshold opened and Marcus walked in.

`` I wondered if you 'd changed your mind '' I said. He 'd taken longer than I 'd expected.

`` Someone asked about the litigation '' he replied, and the way he cupped his manus over my mound and eased his fingers into my dent made it clear he certainly had n't changed his mind.

The moment the cubicle door was locked behind us his hired man and lips were exploring me passionately like a boy with his first ever girl. His custody were all over my white meat, my thighs, my bottom, down inside my stockings and of grade between my legs. I stood with my legs wide for him to get down in front of me to puzzle out and osculate my cunt then work his way up my defenseless body till he was kissing and sucking my teat while his finger's breadth explored my slit.

Even while he was running his hands all over me I was starting to undress him. He managed to keep his script off me for long enough for me to bare him. There was already a wet patch where his bulging Edward D. White briefs peaked over the big one shot forefront of his straining rooster. I squatted in front of him to pull them down so his sex kit was sticking out from his thick darkness pubic hair and bending up right in front of my face. It was every bit as monumental and stiff as I 'd imagined. He had n't been boasting about his eight inches ! Everything within me cried out to sex delight him. He grunted and moaned as I took just the big soft red purple mushroom head of his member into my mouth, massaged it with my glossa and rim and then squeezed my lips labialize his intemperate cock below its head and slue my sass up and down a few times.

He held my berm, spread his legs and braced himself for a suck off but I wanted more !

I stopped sucking him, stood and pushed him down onto the commode seat so he was sitting there with his straining diaphysis sticking straight up. I stood astride him. The keister was low enough and with me in my high bounder I was at just the aright height for my pubic fuzz to tickle his phallus top dog with my breasts right in strawman of his face.

`` pleasance me ! '' I managed to gasp.

Marcus knew exactly what a woman wants. It had been long time since a man had touched me sexually the way I want and I was blazing with lust. My facing pages legs had pulled my vagina spread wide, my juice soaked labia were poking out for his fingers and the way he 'd been playing with me had already got me well on the way to an orgasm. He stroked my vagina brim with one handwriting, gently easing his finger's breadth tip between my labia to wreak my clitty, with his other manus he stroked my thigh, and with his lingua he licked and flicked my so raw taut aroused pap and my titty. As he finger pleasured me he said affair like :

`` Is that in effect Julia ? '' `` Is that what you want Julia ? '' `` I want your tits and cunt Julia ! '' `` I want to fuck you heavily Julia ! ``

All I could do was heave in reply `` Yes ! '' `` Want ! '' `` Oh please ! ``

I love it when men talk dirty to me ! And every time Marcus repeated my name I felt a thrill of exhilaration ! Finally his digit took me to an explosive, delicious orgasm bursting like a morning between my spread legs till all I was witting of were the waves of non-finite delight exploding out from my vagina through my stallion body. My married man had never given me anything like that ! Marcus held his hand between my legs cupped over my sex hummock as I stood astride him with my afterglow slowly fading.

`` Was that good Julia ? ``

`` Thank you ! '' `` Thank you ! '' `` Thank you ! '' was all I could gasp.

Marcus 's manpower on my thigh pulling my twat toward the straining tower sticking up between his legs told me it was his turn. Still standing astride him, I moved till the big purple mushroom cloud brain of his cock was against my vagina lips. I let him wait for a bit, just to tease him. His custody slid round me to take hold of my bum and attract me against him so his look was between my tit. I held his shoulder joint and lowered myself down onto him so my vagina slid down over his firmly up dick, and he gave a throaty, masculine grunt, gripped my bum tighter and his rosehip thrust up. Then I rode his rod as I bobbed smoothly and rhythmically up and down, clenching my pussy muscles to squeeze his gibe. His hired man clawed my bum, my thighs and my bare back, and from between my breasts I heard him gasp and grunt. Finally his grunt got mad, he clawed my bottom really hard, he rammed his hips hard up under me almost lifting me, and I heard a muffled cry of `` Julia ! Julia ! '' from between my breasts as his pumping penis jerked within me. He held me against him for a farsighted clip after he 'd fall, until I felt his ejaculate running down the interior of my thigh and catching in the lace of my stocking tops.

We freshened ourselves up and dressed. I put on the spare pants I always carry with me in display case of accidents and we were back in our seats five minutes before the side by side session of our meeting started. I gave my demonstration to grey haired heads with vacuous faces staring vacantly at the screen, and to Marcus whose hungry eye followed my every move. The meeting dragged on for an hour after the scheduled closing time but I did n't care ; I was on a high - I 'd had real dirty sex with Marcus ! Finally the chairman wrapped it all up.

'' Thank you gentlemen, Mrs sander. I think we 'd all agree it 's been a very successful meeting. I look forward to seeing you all again next week. With so many items on the agendum it will be a two day sitting. My escritoire will book you all into our company preferred hotel for dinner party and an overnight stay. ``

I do n't call up any of them noticed the glance Marcus and I gave each other. I made a genial banknote to pack stockings and supernumerary panty for next week 's meeting.

Then with more meetings to go to we went our discriminate manner - until next workweek !