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Karen At Work (FF)
by Anon NixPixer (c) 1993

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    Blondes Have More Fun?  You Bet!

    My wife Karen wears stockings all the time, and hasn't worn panties for
several years.  She is a corporate accountant, and wears the typical office 
dresses for work, with an occasional mini (knee length) to break up the 
monotony.  She never, ever wears pants or shorts, even when we go backpacking.
In fact, Karen likes to wear a wrap around mini while hiking, so she can 
easily remove it and hike bottomless.  But that's another story...
    On the weekends and evenings, if she wears anything, it's mini skirts,
most from mid thigh to higher, materials ranging from lace to leather.
    Most of her co-workers aren't aware that she's walking around bare-assed
beneath it all, or that she's something of an exhibitionist and a hyper-
sexual as well.  Most of the guys in her office know me, (an ex-tackle for 
the Nebraska Cornhuskers), and are afraid to even talk to her.  A pretty 
boring situation, really, though one interesting thing did occur.
    
    A co-worker of Karen's, an pretty blonde named Alicia, had been coming
on to her for several months.  Mostly just racy chit-chat, occassional 
touches and brushes.
    One afternoon, my wife was in a back storage room, on her knees digging 
through the bottom drawer of a filing cabinet.  She was wearing a knee 
length black skirt, flouncy in cut, which just touched the floor as she 
knelt.  The storeroom was dimly lit, crowded with high shelves and filing 
cabinets.  Karen heard someone approach, and turned to find Alicia beside
her.
    Alicia kneeled down by her, and they indulged in a bit of idle gossip
for a couple of minutes.  Karen, engrossed in looking for the elusive file,
was startled to feel Alicia's hand on the small of her back.  The girl began
caressing her gently, making small circles with her hand.
    Karen had never been with another woman before, but she didn't find the 
concept repulsive.  Indeed, she was actively curious about other women.
Not knowing how to react, she pretended to continue looking in the drawer.
Alicia slowly slid her hand around the curve of Karen's derriere', over the 
skirt, until her hand was beneath, resting on bare thigh, just below one 
cheek.  My wife's knees were already apart by several inches, so Alicia was
able to slide her hand between the thighs, feeling first one, then the 
other, up and down, from the top of the stocking, then up to her inner thigh
and crotch, barely brushing the pubic hair.
    Then she slid her hand up to the buttocks, slowly feeling of one cheek,
then the other, finally centering her hand on Karen's ass, and following 
it's crack down to her pussy, gently touching between her legs.
    With each up and down pass, her fingers lingered a little longer at the 
pussy, pressing a little harder, fingers on either side of the vagina, one 
following the slit, brushing over the clit, barely penetrating the pussy 
lips.
    After several of the slow passes over Karen's ass and pussy, Alicia's 
hand stayed down at the crotch, rubbing the clit, awash in the juices of 
arousal, sliding her finger back and forth inside the wet pussy lips, 
occasionally dropping to pass over the anus, pressing gently there as well.
    Karen was sweating and panting, by this time, holding onto the file 
drawer with both hands, her legs spread even wider.  With little warning,
Alicia's finger slipped into Karen's pussy, sliding deeper and deeper as 
Alicia leaned down for position.
    With her other hand, she reached under the skirt on the front, feeling 
of the clit as her left hand finger-fucked.  
    But before Karen could climax, their fun was interupted by the sound of
someone entering the storeroom.  Both hopped up, and tried to look innocent 
and bored.  The strong smell of pussy juice got them a few strange looks from
the two guys who'd come in, as they walked out.
   Desiring to continue, both made arrangements to leave with their 
supervisors, and they met at my wife's car in the parking lot.  Once in the 
car, Karen unbuttoned and removed her skirt entirely, so she was sitting
bottomless in broad daylight, with her friend sitting beside her, caressing
Karen's thighs and pussy.
    Alicia was wearing white slacks, and following Karen's lead, she pulled
them off, and shortly followed with her panties, so both were bottomless.
    Karen called me on the car phone as they drove to our house, and 
described what Alicia had done, and was doing to her.  They wanted me to meet
them at home.  I left the office so fast, I don'think anyone noticed my 
hard-on.
    Once they arrived at the house, they didn't even have to get dressed, 
thanks to a power garage door opener.  My cock was so hard from the thought
of two bottomless blondes in a BMW, that I had to unzip on the drive before
I injured myself.
    By the time I arrived, bother werre upstairs in the master bedroom, 
trying on lingerie and exploring one another.  I moved to join them so fast
my wife said it looked like I had run out of my clothes.
