Up Her Skirt, Part 2
Investigation

More than a week went by and Angela said nothing to me about taking pictures. She acted as if our encounter in the car never happened.  I was embarrassed to say anything to her, and my stomach was in a knot with anticipation.  Her attitude when we met during work had been the same, friendly one she had before.  I don’t know how much longer I can go on without saying something. A Thursday morning email changed everything.    

To:  Kevin
From: Angela
Subject:  Friday, 6:30PM Small Conference Room
Bring your equipment. Regrets only.

Finally!  Only two days to wait!

I owe them two extra days at work, because I haven’t been able to do a damn thing since I got Angela’s email.  I haven’t seen Angela at all the past two days.  Either the door to her office has been closed, or when I called they said that she was in a meeting. I can’t remember the last time my dick was soft.

Angela was waiting for me as I walked in the conference room.  

“Right on time.  I like that. I see you brought your equipment,” she says, pointing to my camera case.  “What kind is it?”

“It’s a Canon 35mm SLR digital.”

“Well, take it out and let’s get started.”

I ignored the double entendre and unpacked the camera and lens.  When it was together I paused a minute to survey my model.  Angela was wearing a rather conservative wine colored suit with a skirt that stopped an inch above her knees.  The blouse was white and opened at the throat.  A simple string a pearls surrounded her delicate neck. The only hints of sexuality were the shoes.  With ankle straps and heels that added four inches to her petite 5’2” frame, they qualified as “Fuck Me Pumps.”  I took a deep breath and started to shoot.  

Angela was obviously very experienced at this, as she required very little direction.  After the first few shots she unbuttoned the jacket and pulled it back, her hands on her hips.  The blouse was a sheer crepe material and my eyes were drawn immediately to her dark brown nipples.  She brought her hands up to her breasts and pinched the nipples through the material.  I started to click away.

The jacket came off and she undid the buttons of her blouse down to her waist.  She leaned against the conference table and placed her hands behind her, causing the blouse to spread open.  The inner half of her tits was visible. Click! Angela pulled the blouse apart, exposing her pert breasts with their swollen nipples. Click! Click! I moved around her and focused on getting a profile of those pointy nipples.  She pulled the blouse out of the skirt and shrugged it off of her shoulders.  Naked to the waist, she pulled her glorious hair from behind and covered one breast. She ran her fingers through her hair resulting in the nipple poking out between the strands.  Click! 

In the time it took me to grab my crotch and rearrange my dick Angela moved her hands to her skirt and was sensuously sliding it up her thighs.  She stopped when the lace tops of the thigh-highs became visible. I dropped to one knee to take some upskirt shots.  As the camera clicked Angela raised the skirt to the top of her bush. I could feel the blood throbbing in my dick.  I was becoming more uncomfortable every second.  Angela spread her thighs and slid a finger down into the black forest that covered her pussy. A low moan escaped her lips as one finger, and then two disappeared from sight.  They shortly reappeared wet with her juices.  She offered them to me.  “Smell,” she commanded. I brought them to my nose and rubbed the wetness on my upper lip.  I could feel my precum leaking as my head swooned from her scent.

She returned her hand to her cunt, this time parting her hair until she found the swollen clit. Holding her pussy lips apart with her left hand Angela stroked the nub with her right.  Her breath was coming in gasps as her hips responded to the clitoral assault.  Click! Click! Click!  I couldn’t take pictures fast enough.  Her pussy was leaking so fast that the hair surrounding that magnificent hole glistened in the white office lights.  I no longer needed her fingers under my nose to smell her intoxicating odor.  The room was filled with her vaginal perfume.  I prayed that the 1500 pictures on the disk would be enough.  In my wildest dreams I never imagined that it would be this hot!

For the next few minutes Angela settled into an ever-faster rhythm as she masturbated towards orgasm.  She produced so much pussy juice that the inside of her thighs were soaked down to the stocking tops.  Her growing moans alerted me to her impending climax.  

“Ohhhh…owww!” Without warning a cry that sounded like pain leaped from between Angel’s lips.  Her hand left her pussy and she quickly unzipped her skirt and let it drop to the floor.  She hastily kicked it away and then turned around and bending at the waist, laid her upper body in the conference table.   Her ass moved up and down as she humped the table.  I moved directly behind Angela and got on my knees to that my face was the same height as her ass.  Click! Click! As her ass raised off the table her hairy crack with its brown-eyed center winked in and out of view.  After a dozen or so pictures Angela stopped her simulated sex act.  She spread her legs wider and brought both hand behind to cup those glorious cheeks.  Slowly she pulled them apart, her splendid sphincter round and inviting.  I had to clamp my jaw tightly to keep my tongue out of the bittersweet opening.  Closer inspection revealed that Angela’s husband was a frequent visitor to the delights that her asshole offered.   Click! Click! Click!

Her finger soon invaded the hairy mound that supported the wrinkled star.  Over the hidden clit it came into view and then proceeded to hide it self inside her wet pussy.  In and out it went, the motor in Angela’s hips responding to its ministrations. Unable to control herself, a soft purring sound now accompanied the motor.  Concentrating on quality, not quantity, I adjusted the camera settings and moved in.  I was so close that I could feel the heat from her cunt.    In the midst of shooting the hottest pussy I had ever seen I was distracted by the appearance of a finger from Angela’s other hand.  It came over the top of her ass and snaked its way down between her cheeks until if found its way into her cunt.  Within seconds the finger was coated with her goo and she slid it effortless in her asshole.  

Angela groaned loudly at the anal invasion.  Her finger went in as far as it could go.  She kept it there as she teased the inside of her anus.  In a daze, I resumed shooting.  Click! Click! Click!  The finger was now on the move, extricating itself until the manicured nail was all that remained inside her ass.  Click!   She was fucking both holes now, her moans getting louder. Her orgasm was rapidly approaching.  

“Hurray!” she gasped.  “I want to feel your hot cum on my ass!”

My dick, screaming for relief, needed no other invitation.  I dropped the camera on the floor and stood up.  In my haste I fumbled with my belt and zipper.  

“Please hurry!” she cried.

Finally free of pants and underwear, I stepped forward, only inches from her.  I could hear the rhythmic sounds her fingers made as they pounded asshole and cunt.  The first stroke of my hand released enough precum to lubricate my shaft.  Three more strokes and I screamed, “I’m cumming!” and deposited the biggest load of sperm in my life right on her asshole.  

“Ahhhhhhhh!” came her response, as if my jism was molten hot.  Angela came violently, her hips smashing the table, her head thrashing side to side.  I stayed behind her, pumping load after load of spunk all over her ass.  I pulled over a chair and sat down before I fell down.  Angela’s body was slumped face down on the conference table, her hands at her sides, her pussy and ass swollen and soaked.  I found my camera and went to work. Click! Click! Click!  

As Angela started to stir I grabbed the hand that had satisfied her ass and brought the intruding finger to my nose, inhaling the bitter aroma of her most private spot.  She looked at me over her shoulder and smiled.  After a few more seconds of ecstasy I let her hand go.  We both stood up and silently got dressed.  As we got ready to leave Angela placed her body against mine and looked into my eyes.

“Kevin, that was the hottest sex I’ve ever had! Don’t let anyone tell you that fucking is the ultimate sex act.  As far as I’m concerned, it will never be any better than tonight.”  With that she stood on her toes, gave me a soft kiss on the mouth and walked out of the conference room.  

My weekend was in shambles.  How was I going to face Angela Monday morning?  I was overwhelmed by lust, and no small amount of love.  I couldn’t conceive of the pleasures that awaited her husband every day.  I would never let her out of the house.  All we would do is fuck.  Monday morning I pulled my self together and decided to go see Angela first thing.  I didn’t know what I would say, but I had to see her.  

Her office door was slightly ajar, so I knocked and walked in.  Stunned, I surveyed the empty office.  The desk was free of papers and folders.  There were no personal effects anywhere.  The outline of her framed diplomas were visible on the walls.  She was gone!

No one seemed to know exactly where she went.  It seems that she had given notice two weeks ago, something about her husband being transferred to Europe two months ago and she was leaving to join him.  I was devastated, but I know that in the long run, for me, it’s for the best.