Expertly, we continued the idle chatter about computers and such. The occasional observer would not have noticed anything. “Love accomplished miracles,” I always have said, and I sure was in Love, deep, wonderful LOVE with this perfect creature. It was only natural to share my joy of being with her so I reached up and put my arms around her hips. This and subsequent actions were, of course, carefully hidden from all who walked by.
At first, Sandy hesitated and moved away, slightly. Her instinct was keep her distance, probably thinking that she had encouraged something that shouldn’t be encouraged. Her “encouragement” was not of her knowing. Just because she was what she was, a delightfully kind, gentle and sensitive mature woman in a most attractive package. All along I had been attracted to her even before she knew I existed. God surely had created some strange things in this world and many beautiful ones. But this time She out did Herself. (Some may think that only a male could conceive of the perfect female, but I say that men wouldn’t recognize the “perfect female” if she were dropped in their lap. All they want is a good fuck. Only a female could imagine all of the delightful traits of her sex and wish to package just one.) But I digress again.
In the past I would have dropped my arm and let her “win” her battle of wills, but for some reason I was not going to allow it this time. My increasingly active lap-friend may have influenced me. Anyway, I tightened my grip on her hips and pulled her back against my shoulder. When I felt the resisting tension ease, I eased my grip. But my hand seemed to be detached. It soon began a slow monotonous “cruise” around Sandy’s soft and lovely flank. Our hugs in the past had been waste-up now I was being treated to another delightfully curvaceous part of this enchanting creature.
With each passage I detected less resistance. work porn
Her right hand, which had poised near mine a few moments ago, gradually fell back to her side. I felt a distinct softening ripple through her. Cautiously, my hand felt it was nearer to me, to attempt to surmount the two exquisite mounds of passion. Sandy’s luscious and sensuous bottom was one of her most outstanding features, and that is from a leg-man, who had long admired the slim, trim turn of her ankle. This lady embodied perfection enough for all normal fixations.
Now, as in my dreams so many, many times I was softly caressing each contour of her posterior so cruelly trapped in a dress and underwear. This was a body that deserved to be set free (and she had sent me into a frenzy once when she said she loved to fish in the nude, I have still not recovered from those mind-boggling scenes). Anyway, I continued this exotic trip to never-never land until I thought I would physically wear away her clothes.
The only noticeable reaction I could ascertain was a definite snuggling. work porn
Gradually, my hand moved down and continued the caress on her lovely seductively curved thigh and down and around to her knee, the first touch of flesh, or near flesh, as her ever-present hose prevented me from fully touching the natural her. With ever so much delicacy I began a very slow and, hopefully, sensuous return trip up her leg. A quick stiffening and the return of her right hand stopped me about half way up her graceful thigh. Her hand rested gently on mine as if saying, “Hold up. I sure enjoy this. but it shouldn’t happen.”
For a brief moment I paused. work porn
With this pause, her body relaxed, but her delicate hand remained.
A co-worker popped his head in my office. We exchanged pleasantries for a few minutes. Her hand fell away.
Even before the interloper left I began once again the delicious climb of the stairs to heaven. This time I encountered no resistance. When I neared the summit of my climb, I slowed to “smell the flowers along the way” and I would have given anything to smell the wondrous aroma that surely must be radiating from the grotto of love, so near. Slowly, but surely, I continued my trek along those exquisite inner thighs of this goddess. Every time I felt Sandy tense, I paused and circled around in delight until this wondrous creature shared my delight. Then I continued my marvelous voyage.
When I encountered the apex and felt the multiple layers of artificial coverings my fingers rested to peruse. Further ministrations would be ineffectual for both of us. I considered asking Sandy to excuse herself for an altering of attire, you know, get “into” something more comfortable, but remotely remembering the location I chucked that idea.
I was lost in thought and frustration. work porn
Then a door appeared before me, a strange, but lovely door. I approached it in my mind and opened it. Revealed before me was the most beautiful and exotic garden anyone has ever beheld. All colors filled my eyes and a million lovely smells clouded my senses. What had caused this? Well, my patient friend. A touch. Yes! A simple, genuine and honest touch. No I hadn’t really seen a heavenly garden nor smelled one. I had felt the touch of Aphrodite, no it was more, it was the warm gentle passionate touch of Sandy on my thigh. The heat radiating from that one simple act filled me with renewed yearning and fervor to share my joy.
As I clumsily fought the fold under Sandy’s dress to strain to locate the tops of her hindering garments, the warm hand on me squeezed its encouragement. At last, success, I had found the end. Now the difficult task of lower this physical barrier without destroying anything and without causing undue disturbance that might cause an intruder to notice. Slowly and carefully I lowered her panties and panty hose in fits and starts, first from one side and then the other.
Initially, a fraction of an inch at a time and gradually gaining confidence and experience I was able to move it a few inches at a time. At long last I had slipped the encumbrances low enough so that my delicious explore could continue. I trembled with anticipation and trepidation. Would she really stand idle by and let me continue?