Our department is not very busy, we have 2 hours a day to finish things, so I usually read my exam books in my spare time, and she reads or chats on the internet more often. I am a bit jealous when I see her laughing happily from time to time while chatting. I’m also quite talented, she rarely has a lot to say, probably because it’s too close.
One day she was off work due to illness and the minister urgently needed a statement from her computer. As soon as I opened her computer, which had a secret lock, the minister called her and asked for the password. The minister, who had gotten the statement, went out again in a hurry.
Office I was alone and bored, suddenly wanted to see what was in her computer, the more I thought the more curious, thought struggle for an hour after I still did it. c, d, e, f disk in addition to the general work of the file other nothing, I opened the computer again ie browser in the history of the ….. Beauty, clothing, travel …. But I was surprised to find the yellow website – Huanhuan Entertainment Time (I knew this website at that time), which has pictures, articles and everything. And opened her qq unfortunately no password, but know the qq number, after all, is a thief, I shut down her computer rushed back to their seats.
She usually looks like a cold beauty, but she actually has a heart of gold.
The day she came to work everything was the same as usual, but I was different. After finishing work I opened my qq and typed in her qq number – Orchid Warmth – and applied for her consent to join (I changed my profile of course). She did not take long to agree to my application, but because she was chatting with others happy, basically ignored my statement. After a day to see her and nothing to open the computer, as if the chat friends are not in, just keep moving the mouse, should be looking at those sites. I grabbed the time in qq to her typing – hello, now busy? (Not busy, I’m free).
I won’t go into detail about how the chat developed, as with all of you, it just wasn’t half a month before she realized it was me, but she wasn’t mad and was glad it was me. We got to know each other in this way and became much closer personally, but not to the point of talking about sex, but at that point I slowly noticed her body.
This period of time she rarely go home at noon to take a lunch break, ask her that is home or a little far away, just arrived home to the office, might as well lie down on the table to sleep it. When she fell asleep, I had the opportunity to take a closer look at her (but the breasts are basically invisible), the part below the skirt I can see every day, but the skirt inside ….
I mustered up enough courage to lower my body under my desk to peek at her legs. Her legs were slightly spread her flesh colored pantyhose wrapped around her entire lower body and her black panties were vaguely visible. I skimmed for 3 minutes for fear of her finding out, but my dick was bulging for 30 minutes.
In the afternoon again with her qq chat, I don’t know where the courage from time to time to the topic to that side. I told her that my wife in the travel company often travel, she said that her husband seems to have a problem with a female student recently, and now the problem has been sleeping in separate beds.
You sleep in separate beds so what do you do when you want to? (The question I posed to her was an important turning point)
How dare you ask such a question? I refuse to answer. Your wife is often away from home, how do you solve your problem when you think about it? You won’t look for a lady, will you?
Miss I have never come to see, by how many men have been on, I use again feel like a public toilet. I feel like a toilet in a public restroom when I use it again. Besides, there are so many diseases now that I feel sick just thinking about it.
Look at you labeling yourself as a decent man. Isn’t it said that a man has to defecate at a certain time?
Yeah, so sometimes it’s really hard to get it on your own, just masturbating. You didn’t say what you did to fix it.
Well, same as you, know it, be happy. Don’t want to talk to you.
I turned my head to look at her, every part of her face, and pulled my eyes back to her breasts, which weren’t big but they were firm.
She looked at me qq typed: what are you looking at? Colorful.
You’re so beautiful, your body is the petite type, and your legs, black panties, I’m so obsessed.
Seeing this text she jumped up at once and copied a magazine on the table with her hand and threw it at me: you want to die, dare to peep at me!
On the 2nd day we both felt a bit awkward and she was suddenly less serious. Toward the end of the afternoon, she asked me to open qq to tell me something.
What young woman isn’t horny, I’m the same, especially with my current family situation. But we’re coworkers in and out all know each other, and I’m worried about people gossiping, which is not good for you or me. So I’d rather chat with people I don’t know, even if it’s over the top. But you’re alive and well in front of me, so I’m conflicted.
We are both family men I know the limits and won’t do anything too much. Being in the office with you is the happiest time for me, I like you and I like the feeling of looking over my shoulder.
You promise?
I promise.
How long has it been since you’ve been together?
It’s been about 3 months now, and I’m so hard when I think of my husband and all that stuff, how can I be in the mood to do it with him.
I haven’t done it with my wife in almost 1 month either, and I miss you every night now, it’s such a nice hazy feeling.
Am I the one you masturbate to at night now?
Yes, I dream every day that you will be by my side at night and often hurt my body for you.
Suddenly my feet felt her feet, I hurriedly took off my shoes, and so our feet caressed each other under the table, the heat flowed all over my body, and my dick was bulging even higher.
How do you think of me at night? I’d like to see.
You’re not going to look at me now, are you? What if someone comes?
Just touch yourself under the table, I’ll just look at your face, I don’t dare to look at your bottom, didn’t you say you missed me?
I hesitated for a moment to masturbate in front of her, although it still felt too awkward to look at it without being able to see my dick directly. But I did have a hard time with it, and actually getting her in the near future was out of the question.
She also wrote in QQ: I also want you to think hard, but in this environment I do not feel, you men are different, fast darling, I want you.
That’s fine, but you have to help me. It’s no fun for me to touch it myself.
How can I help you? I can’t go over there. I’m at work now.
Put your feet up.
She leaned her chair back toward the table again, and I was even closer to leaning my chair under the table. Her feet slowly reached for my thighs and I grabbed both of them and guided them to my roots, stroking them over and over.
That’s a big one you’ve got there. It’s about to burst your pants and mine’s wet.
I pulled out my penis, (now it was a big one). Her petite stockinged feet came in contact with my erect penis and kept rubbing it. Such a sensation was totally different from my own or even my wife’s stroking.
We looked at each other across the desk, her feet on my brother to set, typing passionate words in QQ, such a scenario probably no one has heard of!
You’re hard and hot there. Is it uncomfortable for me to touch you with my foot?
It’s not as comfortable as putting it in your hole, but it’s exciting. Is it hard on your pussy?
Of course it’s hard. I’m clamping my own pussy while I’m touching you, but the more I clamp it, the emptier it gets.
Gradually our expressions were both off, her face flushed and she lowered her head from time to time to keep me from looking at it, and all that could be heard in the office was our faint moaning and the sound of chairs shaking. Her feet clasped together just enough to hold her penis in the center and up and down, and from time to time, she used her thumb to touch my glans, and my body shuddered from time to time. She slumped over the table and moaned so much we couldn’t even type. The sensation of stockings over my penis was exciting, but it was not possible to reach ejaculation, so I put my hands under the table, dragging her feet with one hand to caress my balls and one hand to fondle my penis. I whispered, It’s so good, I’m going to cum. Still lying on the table she said, Come on, I can’t either, cum, I want to.
I intensified my stroking, and I wanted to cum on her stockings, but I was worried about running down my pants, so I quickly grabbed the handy cup on the table.
I whispered, I’m going to cum, I’m going to cum. Under the caress of her feet and my hand semen burst out, the first few strands of semen shot too far to her legs, the latter strands I caught in the cup. When the cum landed on her legs, she put her feet back like she was in shock, but still lay on the table without looking up.
I had no energy left at all after cumming, but still took out a paper towel and wiped the cum off my penis.
When I saw that she still didn’t look up, I picked up the cup and teased her, saying, “Don’t you want to see how I think about you? Here, take a look.
She looked up, saw the cum in the glass and said, half angry, Gross, how am I supposed to get home when I’ve got that stuff of yours all over my stockings.
I laughed and said, what’s so disgusting about it, it’s all the essence of what I want you to be, you can take him for a beauty treatment, a beauty supreme.
She ignored me and went out with a board of new stockings from the drawer.
I knew she had gone to change her socks and quickly folded the cup containing the cum and put it in her bag.
It didn’t take long for her to come back, and while opening the window she said, The house smells like your cum, you must love meat, it tastes fishy!