Workday Secrets Unleashed

The lockdown had settled into a strange, monotonous rhythm for Cathy and me. I was hunched over my swivel chair in the spare bedroom, battling a particularly stubborn report, while Cathy worked on her laptop at the kitchen table. We’d found a perverse comfort in this shared confinement, a perverse intimacy born from enforced proximity and the absence of outside distractions. Our three-year-old, Lily, was blissfully unaware of the simmering desires beneath the surface, safely tucked away with her parents for the day.

The bedroom door creaked open, a jarring intrusion into my concentration. Cathy walked in, a sudden electric current jolting through me. Just an hour earlier, she’d been a vision in a floppy woolen jumper, faded blue jeans, and carpet slippers – a comforting, familiar image. Now, she was transformed. Dressed in a dark blue pinstriped business skirt, the hem high enough to reveal stocking tops, suspender clasps, and a tantalizing glimpse of bare thigh above, she exuded an air of controlled power. A white blouse clung to her figure, and her shoulder-length blonde hair was pulled back in a businesslike ponytail. Large, dark-rimmed glasses lent her an air of both professionalism and vulnerability.

As she stood there, leaning casually against the wall, a mischievous smile playing on her lips, I felt my senses ignite. She rocked slightly on her heels, arching her back just enough to reveal the generous swell of her breasts beneath the blouse, the thin white cloth barely containing their fullness. Nipples peeked through the fabric, a blatant invitation. Cathy’s youthful thirty was evident in her fit physique, yet even in that jumper and jeans, she was undeniably sexy. In the blouse, skirt, nylons, and high heels, she was a force of nature, a sex bomb waiting to be unleashed.

Her eyes met mine, a silent challenge in their depths, and she slowly crouched down, as if to retrieve something from the lowest drawer of our bedroom office filing cabinet. She lowered herself demurely, knees together like women in skirts are taught to sit, pulling the hem of her skirt high up her thigh, offering me a full frontal view of her stocking tops and bare thigh, and a tantalizing peek at the crotch of her black satin panties. These were new, I realized, having received a package last week, adding another layer of intrigue to this unexpected encounter. We have a rather active sex life, but with Lily out of the way at her parents’ house, we were craving more, a desperate need for uninhibited pleasure.

As I stared at her panties, Cathy reached between her legs, her fingers tracing the outline of her slit with slow, deliberate movements. She stroked the bare inside tops of her thighs and the thin gusset between her legs, running her fingertips along the delicate fabric for a few moments, teasing my senses. Her eyes never left mine, filled with a playful, knowing glint. “But my boss wants to see his secretary’s hairy pussy, not just her sexy knickers,” she whispered, her voice laced with a provocative challenge.

With a graceful movement, Cathy turned to face me, swinging her legs wide to present a full frontal upskirt view. Her panties were deep black satin, clinging tightly to her form, barely concealing the bulge of her sex mound and revealing the dimpled cameltoe of her vagina. I’d never seen her in this outfit before, but I knew what to expect. Cathy and I had a rather active sex life, and now, with Lily out of the way, we were ready to explore our desires without restraint.

As I gazed at her panties, Cathy reached between her legs, her hand teasing the delicate flesh of her thighs and the thin gusset of her panties, running her fingertips along the outline of her slit for a few moments, pushing me to the edge of my control. She arched her back slightly, showcasing her ample cleavage and the curve of her hips, a silent invitation to indulge in her beauty. Her movements were deliberate, sensual, and undeniably captivating.

“And here’s the office ‘whore’ bending over the photocopier inviting the boss to pull her knickers down,” Cathy said, her voice dripping with playful arrogance. As she spoke, she wiggled her skirt-clad bottom at me, a blatant display of her sexuality.

I rose from my chair, crossed the room to her, and lifted her skirt high above her bottom, exposing the taut black satin that stretched over her smooth, rounded buttocks. The thin fabric strained as I pulled it upwards, revealing even more of her legs and her tantalizing pair of stocking tops. She leaned forward slightly, her eyes sparkling with anticipation, as she looked over her shoulder at me, a silent question hanging in the air.

“You’re a naughty one, aren’t you?” I murmured, my voice low and husky. “Let’s see what you’ve been hiding under those clothes.” As I began to explore her body, my fingers tracing the delicate curve of her thigh and the smooth expanse of her abdomen, her breath hitched in her throat, her body responding to my touch with a subtle tremor.

Her legs spread wide, pulling her skirt higher, and she turned back to face me, her eyes locked on mine, a silent invitation to continue my exploration. "Pull my knickers down," she whispered, her voice barely audible, a challenge laced with desire. As she spoke, she squeezed my hand between her soft thighs, drawing a bead of sweat from her brow. Closing her legs like that allowed me to slip her panties down to just below her stocking tops, exposing her pale, smooth skin. She let them drop and kicked them aside, revealing the full extent of her nudity. Then, with a final arch of her back, she spread her legs again, giving me an even more complete view of her body.

Driven by an overwhelming urge, I stepped forward, my hand reaching out to unfasten her blouse. She watched me intently, her eyes filled with a mixture of anticipation and apprehension. As I unbuttoned the blouse, revealing the delicate lace lining beneath, I could feel her body tensing, her breath quickening. Reaching down, I pulled my trousers and briefs down my thighs and stood between her legs, thrusting my hard erect penis toward her. The muscles in her body responded instantly, her hips rising and falling in anticipation.

“You dirty pervert!” Cathy exclaimed, a hint of excitement in her voice. She was clearly enjoying the situation, savoring the anticipation. As I continued my exploration, her body writhed with pleasure, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. It was clear that she wanted more, a desire that mirrored my own.

Looking down at her exposed body, I realized that she was bending over the office printer, her back to me, her skirt pulled high enough to reveal the outline of her panties, and her stockings were clearly seamed. Bending like that pulled her skirt up at the back just far enough for the crotch of her panties to show, and of course, to display those superb stocking tops and black suspender straps. She spread her legs wide, which pulled her skirt up higher, and looked at me over her shoulder, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "And here’s the office ‘whore’ bending over the photocopier inviting the boss to pull her knickers down." As she spoke, she wiggled her skirt-clad bottom at me.

The heat intensified, and I knew what she wanted. It was time to fulfill her fantasies. I rose from my chair and crossed the room, approaching her with a predatory grace. As I reached her, I extended my hand and lifted her skirt high above her bottom, exposing the taut black satin that stretched over her smooth, rounded buttocks. The fabric strained as I pulled it upwards, revealing even more of her legs and her tantalizing pair of stocking tops. She leaned forward slightly, her eyes locked on mine, a silent invitation to continue my exploration.

With a gentle but firm grip, I began to fondle her body, my fingers tracing the delicate curve of her thigh and the smooth expanse of her abdomen. Her breath hitched in her throat, her body responding to my touch with a subtle tremor. As I continued my exploration, her pleasure grew with each passing moment, her muscles contracting involuntarily. Her moans grew louder, more insistent, as she succumbed to the intense sensations.

At this point, I knew that her arousal had reached its peak, so I decided to escalate the situation. Reaching down, I slid my hand up her bare thigh above her stocking top, carefully avoiding her sensitive areas. Her body tensed further, her breath coming in ragged gasps as my fingers brushed against her skin. Then, as if on cue, she began to moan louder, her body arching in anticipation. Her eyes widened, her pupils dilated, as she prepared for the ultimate release.

As I continued my exploration, my hand slowly crept between her legs, gently stroking her inner labia and the delicate folds of her vaginal tissue. Her body writhed with pleasure, her moans intensifying as she pushed closer to the brink. Her sweat glistened on her skin, a testament to her mounting excitement. Reaching her vulva, I gently teased the rim of her clitoris with my fingertips, sending shivers down her spine. Her body bucked uncontrollably, her hips thrusting forward with each pulse of pleasure.

As her climax approached, she began to arch her back even further, her legs spreading wide to accommodate my thrusts. Her body trembled violently, her moans reaching a fever pitch. Just as she was about to explode, she let out a final, desperate cry, her body collapsing into a heap of limbs. My fingers remained poised at the entrance to her vagina, ready to administer the final blow. The moment she released, she began to moan again, her body slowly recovering from the intense sensations.

With a satisfied sigh, she pushed herself up from the floor, her eyes still locked on mine. Her body was still radiating heat, a testament to the pleasure she had just experienced. As she rose, she pulled her panties aside, revealing her pale, smooth skin. Then, she arched her back once more, spreading her legs wide to allow me a full frontal view of her body. Her stocking tops were barely covering her pale, smooth skin, and her suspender straps hung loose from her shoulders. She looked like a goddess, a creature of pure pleasure.

As she prepared to return to her work, she took one last look at me, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Don’t forget about me,” she whispered, her voice laced with desire. Then, with a final arch of her back, she turned and walked away, leaving me to savor the memory of our encounter.

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