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Co-worker Elaine and her ivory pantyhoseWell, it’s been a few weeks since my experience in Madeira and I have been back at work and horny. I work occasionally with an incredibly classy mature lady called Elaine. She’s in her mid-fifties and is about 5’4″. Her greying bobbed hair is beautiful and her choice of knee-length dress suits is impeccable. Elaine always wears a fine denier pair of tights and sensible heels. She compliments her professional look with simple make-up and tortoiseshell spectacles.I returned from the Bank Holiday on Tursday straight to the office where Elaine worked and she asked me for some help on a job that she and I are involved with. As I took her through my thoughts on the file I positioned myself so that I could get the best view of Elaine’s pale legs. She wore the most beautiful pair of ivory tights (pantyhose to my readers over the pond). They were barely there and likely 7 or 10 denier. The tights wrinkled slightly around the bend of her knees and I longed to slide my hands up her thighs to touch her silky legs.The matter we were working on was straightforward and I had soon agreed with her what she needed to do. We both relaxed back and chatted as we had a shared love of Italy and holidays there. As she described to me her latest trip to northern Italy I watched her legs cross and her dress ride up those lightly veined ivory legs. I am not a touchy canlı bahis siteleri feely person but plucked up courage. As we laughed over our seemingly identical taste in art and love of the Venice Biennale I leant forward (agreeing with her comment) and put my hand on her knee. Elaine’s reaction was worrying. She audibly gasped and moved her legs away. I leant back and made conversation about the last time I’d visited the British Pavillion at the Biennale. Elaine seemed to compose herself and she leant forwards again – her dress riding further up her thighs. And there it was – her hand on my arm…a shared joke from The Fast Show…her high heel slipped off and her moist toes rubbing my leg. I was wearing one of my many pinstriped suits and my cock strained against the zipper. I am not normally a foot person but I leant down in a measured fashion and pulled Elaine’s nylon foot to my crotch, my fingers tracing the bumps of her perfectly painted light blue toe nails. I ran my other hand up her exposed thigh and between her classy legs. She gasped again but opened herself up for me and leant closer. As I reached her crotch, she whispered one word to me… “Where”. I stood carefully and replied “meeting room 5”. Elaine and I walked together, saying nothing. This was going to be risky. Work colleagues everywhere. The only saving grace was the relative lack of people bahis firmaları in the office because it was a day after the Bank Holiday and more people than usual were off. She followed me into Meeting Room 5 and I lowered the metal blinds. I gently pushed Elaine to a sitting position on the meeting room table and she obliged by pulling the grey dress over her thighs. We kissed for what felt like minutes and I worked my fingers into her panties and felt the pressure of her tights as my fingers worked her wet labia.Elaine used her hands to push my two fingers deep into her vagina. Her juices felt slick against me as I worked my fingers in and out. Elaine unzipped my suit trousers and my cock sprang out. I almost came there and then as she pulled my foreskin back. I held off as I wanted to see how far she would play. I pulled her tights and panties down below her knees and down to her ankles then pulled her ageing thighs apart and really fingered her hard. Elaine shrieked as she started to pee over me. I said that this was perfect and I could see her relax. Her fluids spurted up and down me as my fingers worked deeply in and out – each stroke sending her urine up onto my white shirt and down onto my suit.I pulled my fingers out and piss flowed from her. I knelt between her open legs and licked every last drop of Elaine’s fluids. She tasted of pent-up sex. Her red kaçak iddaa painted fingernails worked her clit as I tasted her and I stood up jerkily as she did this – knowing that I needed to come now. I threw caution to the wind and jumped up on the table and directed my throbbing cock to her mouth. It was too late…my thick semen flew out and onto Elaine’s face, bobbed hair and eyes. She closed her eyes and blobs of my cum lodged into her creased lids. I used my thumb and forefinger to remove the worst and Elaine’s manicured hand shot up and pulled them to her mouth. She sucked my hand clean and suggested that we continue the discussion over lunch.I was awestruck at how on the same wavelength Elaine and I were. As we chatted quietly over a sandwich I confessed some of my darkest fantasies. Elaine explained one of hers and we reached agreement that the client toilets would allow further release for us and also fulfil one of those dark fantsies of mine.Elaine went down the 4 fights of stairs first and I took the lift. I knew which client toilet she would be in and wasn’t disappointed. There, in full sight was a near-pensioner kneeling on all fours on the toilet floor, her anus pulsing and ready to open. I ran…locked the door…pulled my trousers down…knelt in front of her pale cheeks…spread them apart…sniffed her…let my tongue taste her…listened to her moans and I lost myself in her…My abiding memory will always be Elaine using her Ivory tights to wipe herself clean with and then handing them to me as we freshened up. Her musk, her sex, her pee and her poop all stained on the nylon – if only I could show my wife…
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