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Subject: {ASSM} Heather - Chapter One - A change in a Relationship, MF, Pantyhose, exhibition, Office Romance
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Date: Mon, 22 Dec 2008 02:10:02 -0500
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Yes, names were changed to protect the innocent. This is the
first time I've penned a story, feedback and spelling/grammar
corrections are welcome. Codes include: MF, Pantyhose Fetish,
exhibition, Office romance

Happyjohn14.

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I work in your typical office; business casual all the time, if
not that, then it's casual for most of my co-workers seam to
subscribe too. So there was one exception to that, the
receptionist Heather. It's no secret that when a company looks
for a receptionist, they are looking for someone that is
professional, attractive, and dresses to impress. Heather was
that, and in her mid forties, brunette, hair cut just below her
shoulders, medium bust, somewhere between a B/C cup, and 5'-3
tall; she was in her prime if you ask me. Insecure in her height,
you would always find her in heels, minimum of 4 inches, and she
carried that well. Rarely had I seen her in pants either, she was
a girly girl, always in skirts or dresses..

I started working there about a month after her, and right off we
hit it off. She was in the middle of a separation and I was just
leaving a psycho-relationship. Her husband was the abusive
alcoholic type and she was looking for an ear to fill, I fell
into that role. The relationship started through instant
messaging and one day when Heather was wearing this sexy black
skirt and blazer with grey pinstripes, hugging tight around her
torso, the buttons on the blazer straining the fabric and
compressing her stomach. She had a red satin bra poking through
the blazer just to tease; off-black pantyhose just to enhance,
and black four-inch sandals to elevate. For me it was hard to
resist, and hard to forget. This was the day our relationship
went a step further, stepping up a notch. I mention to her subtly
that she is 'smoking up the room.' Then going into detail the
erotic eccentrics of how she worked this ultimate sex inspired
outfit. Heather was easily
 the most beautiful and sexy lady in the building.

The conversation from this point on was chalk full of flirting
and figuring out how deviant this girl was. Every afternoon she
had to head back to the break room and clean the coffee pots and
other minor duties, this afternoon with my heart beating out of
my chest as I decided to head back there and join her. I arrive
to see her bending over at the dishwasher, loading something into
it, ass high in the air, skirt raised high enough to see the
cotton gusset of her black pantyhose. I paused a minute taking in
what was a small wet spot at the thick crotch of her hose. Happy
to see that the conversation we had, had an effect on her just as
much as my cock was straining behind my pants, I moved up behind
her, ran my hand up her silk covered legs softly, with gentle
pressure from my finger tips. She was startled for a second, but
without looking up at who was molesting her, she remained bent
over, propping one arm against the extended door of the
dishwasher,
 and using her free one to pull the him of her skirt up to her
waist, exposing her naked ass through the shiny nylon fabric.

'Wow.' I thought, and probably vocalized, about how fast this
went from purely innocent conversation to a sex fantasy. The
pressure from my fingers increased, as they traveled up the back
of her thigh coming to rest on the saturated cotton gusset hiding
her sex. "You are perfect, you know that?' I say her, as her
other hand travels down to brace onto the counter top, never once
looking back or straitening her posture. 'So are you.' She
whispers back. My fingers now straining the fabric over her
pussy, her labia spreading as the nylon cotton mix enters into
her soaking wet cavity, while my other hand is exploring the
sheer fabric on her ass and thigh. My cock is now full extended
in my pants, begging to show itself. I brush the tent pole
against her soft cheeks, finally she turns around, looking back
at me. She beams a smile and pushes herself up causing her flimsy
business skirt to fall down her ass with a swishing sound.

Heather rests a hand over my hard-on through my slacks as she
turns to face me and put her other hand to task, grabbing my
hand, which was still partially forcing her pussy to accept the
crotch of her hose, and then relocating my fingers and bringing
them to her mouth. She sucked them hard with her eyes locked on
mine. 'mmmm.' She breathes out, eyes closing slowly as hot air
pours over my hand. Heathers tongue was bathing over my fingers
as her cheeks compressed. After the short display she moved my
hand back down to her sex, aggressively shoving my fingers
against the protesting gusset. I gave in, focusing on her gaze
and tilting my head as I lowered down and met her mouth with mine
for the first time. Slow and tender, gentle kiss as our lips
learned each other, her tongue and mine timing the assault as
both our mouths opened and battled our tongues against each
others.

Suddenly our mouths broke and with a sharp look from her, turning
on a heel and stepping away from me; my moist fingers cold on the
moving air. The arrival of some co-workers caught me off guard in
my daze; talking as they rounded the corner to the break room. I
stepped back just as well, my heart racing, and I'm sure Heathers
was too. I walked over to the other side of the room and fill up
my glass of water as Heather straightened her skirt out just
before the two co-workers walk in. With the smells of sex in the
air I casually left the break room, heading back to my desk and
let her finish her chores. My mind was racing all the way back at
everything that just happened.

I fire up messenger and send off a line for her to read when she
gets back to her desk. I see her crossing the office, face
slightly blushed, maybe euphoric. 'When and where?!?' I pose
through the messaging client, sending it off as I watch her legs
swish and glade together as she moves, her motions elegant as she
walks effortlessly back to her station in her pointed heels. She
vanishes around the corner and moments later I get a reply. 'NOW.
OMG. I'm so hot. But I can't today, I soo want too. I do. But I
need to pick up my daughter from cheerleading practice right
after work. :( Tomorrow, I promise!' Not what I wanted to hear,
or not what my bulging cock wanted to hear, but this day had
already been full of more than the unexpected.

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