Panty play in the Post room

Sarah moaned softly, an expression of pleasure etched on her pretty young nineteen year old face, as she leant back in her swivel chair. Her business skirt was pulled up round her waist and her right hand was thrust deep down the inside of her skimpy panties, her fingers rhythmically massaging her pussy. She still had all her clothes on and was still wearing her blouse, her sexy patterned stockings and her knee length boots. Her shapely legs were wide apart. Her right leg was dangling helplessly over the right arm rest, while her left leg was raised high, the heel of her left boot resting against the edge of the desk in front of her. She moaned again as she continued to stroke her pussy with one hand, while caressing up and down the material of her stockings of her left thigh with the other. She was so absorbed in her act of self love, that she didn’t notice me when I first entered the room. It was only when I shut the door loudly a few moments later that she looked up and saw me standing there. 

At first she looked startled, but relaxed when she realised it was me. “How long have you been there, Marie, you perverted bitch?” snapped Sarah , removing her hand from her panties and taking her left leg off the desk. She turned towards me her legs wide open, giving me a delightful and unrestricted view of her moist pussy lips protruding through the material of her damp tight panties . 

I looked her up and down licking my lips, letting my gaze flit from her panties, to her shapely legs, to her breasts, and finally to her pretty nineteen year old face. God she was horny and I could already feel my clit going hard and moist in my own panties. “Enough to know that you are a filthy little slut.” I replied smiling and walked towards her, swaying my hips.

“What took you so long?” Sarah asked, looking at me up and down with her lustful eyes as I swayed towards her. Like her I was wearing a blouse, a short business skirt, stockings and knee length boots. 

“John was chatting me up. We have arranged to meet up later.” I replied, knowing that would annoy her. She didn’t like me going out with our male colleagues.

“It looks like you will be tired out again, when you eventually get home to your dear husband.” Said the little bitch, sneering. I kept smiling, although I vowed to get my own back. I really did despise the little slut. But she was so horny and would be a good appetizer before a good nights fucking from John and before going back home to my dreary husband.

I changed the subject. “I see you started without me.” I pouted, now standing directly in front of her. 

“Are you going to show me what I was missing?” She asked huskily, gazing at the sexy stockings on my well shaped thighs and the tight fitting skirt covering my shapely hips.

I was more than happy to oblige. “Couldn’t wait for this?” I smiled and pulled up my skirt right in front of her face.

“Mmmm!” Sighed Sarah licking her lips. She eagerly leaned forward on the chair and started caressing the length of my thighs as she gazed frowning in lust at my panties. For some reason, Sarah is obsessed with seeing my panties. During the work day, she and always tries to position herself to get a glimpse of them up my skirt. Naturally, I often position my legs discretely so she gets a good view without the others in the office realising. I just love seeing that glazed look on her face as she stares between my legs.

Given this tendency, it wasn’t long before she was pulling the material of my panties in all directions with a lustful scowl on her face. I sighed contentedly as she played around with both the front and the back of the thin fabric. Every so often, I gasped as she sometimes pulled the material roughly up the crack between my buttocks or my pussy lips. Then with her hands still caressing me all over, she started nuzzling my pussy though my panties with her nose and lips, grotesquely sniffing my rich pussy juices.

But she wasn’t the only woman here with a panty fetish, and I was desperate to satisfy my own. I pushed her back on the chair and she sat back smiling, spreading her legs wide like the good little slut she was.

She grinned as I knelt down and caressed the material of her boots and stockings, slowly moving up to the bare skin of her inner thighs. God, I love feeling up another woman in kinky boots and sexy stockings. I gazed at her tight panties, matted and transparent against her moist pussy lips. I purred and caressed her pussy through her panties.

“Oh, suck it, Mrs Smith!” She gasped, using my married surname. “Oh, suck it, please!” 

I eagerly obliged, pulling the material of her panties to one side and flicking her clit with my tongue.

She moaned scowling down at me, as I lapped her teenage juices from that rock hard clit. Given her earlier activities, she was already highly sexed up and it wasn’t long before she was arching her back and moaning out loud in ecstasy. I looked up and saw with satisfaction as her sweet young face contorted into a mask of ecstatic joy, my tongue still rapidly flicking her swollen clit.

Then she relaxed back on the chair and I kissed and caressed her hips and thighs a couple of last times before getting up. By now I was desperate for some tongue action myself. So I sat on the desk and in front of her and spread my legs wide, rubbing my pussy through my panties.

Sarah didn’t need a second invitation and the little slut was on her knees in front of me in no time, caressing and kissing my thighs and groin.

“Oh, lick that pussy, girl!” I ordered grinning down at her. “Oh, lick that pussy now!” Pulling the material of my panties to one side, she set about my gaping pussy with her tongue with all the vigour of the nineteen year old lesbian slut she was. If only she put in so much dedication to her work. 

“Oh, yeah, lick it good girl!” I groaned, looking down gleefully at that angelic face sucking on my pussy as her fingers played with my panties. Oh, God it was wonderful and I just couldn’t help moaning constantly with delight. I love looking down and seeing a pretty face inside my panties. It was so good! This went on for some time as I delighted in seeing that pretty girl fondling my body and sucking my pussy, my come dribbling from her nose and mouth. 

After a while, I was moaning out loud and rapidly approaching orgasm when Sarah’s desk phone suddenly rang. I picked it up, knowing who it would be. 

“Oh, hello David.” I sighed as I recognised the voice of Sarah’s fiancée. Sarah stopped licking my pussy and looked up, disconcerted. 

“Keep licking that pussy, girl! No one told you could stop.” I barked in frustration, holding the phone away from my mouth.

“You nasty bitch!” Whispered Sarah, but got back down to the business of diligently sucking my clit again. I moaned in lustful delight. God, she was a good little whore. 

“Is Sarah available to talk?” Asked David, still on the phone.

“I’m afraid Sarah is very occupied at the moment.” I managed to moan, grinning maliciously down at Sarah as she continued to pleasure my clit. Yes, your fiancée is occupied eating my pussy, I though to myself. And I moaned with joy as that delicious thought turned me on even more. 

“Well, I hope she’s doing a good job?” He said nervously.

Mmmm! The little slut was doing a fantastic job. Sarah’s vigorous licking, sucking and fondling, together with the thought of talking to her fiancée at the same time, was bringing me to a crescendo. I just couldn’t stop myself from crying out. 

“Oh, God, yes!” I almost screamed. I dropped the phone and pulled my panties hard to one side with one hand, while forcing Sarah’s face deeper between my thighs with the other, as she continued to eagerly lick and suck on that pussy. My body quivered with delight as I cried out again and again from a multiple orgasm that just went on and on and on. Oh, God, it was wonderful!

But unfortunately, the feeling eventually faded and I sank back on the desk with a contented smile on my face, totally spent. I could hear David frantically speaking from the dropped phone. Sarah rushed over to the phone and picked it up to speak to him. 

I smiled as Sarah tried to explain away to her fiancée what had just happened, my pussy juice still dribbling from her mouth and nose. It looked like I’d got my own back. As she stood there talking, I looked up and down at her superb body that was just itching for more wild lesbian sex. I licked my lips and began caressing my pussy again. Sarah returned my gaze and smiled maliciously.

“No, I won’t be home for a while, Dave.” I heard her say on the phone. “I’m afraid that bitch, Marie Smith, is making me work late again.”