FMBs Mandatory - Sex Stories

FMBs Mandatory

Due to your heavy work schedule, late nights, and early morning overseas calls, we hadn't spent any quality time together, and I felt slightly neglected and thought you must be feeling the same. Today is a dull day, and you were at the office again on Sunday, early February. And I had no plans. So, I decided to give you a lunchtime surprise.

I prepare, dressing carefully with your favourite things about me in mind. The drive to your office building takes ten minutes at most, and soon, I'm pulling into the gravel car park. I check my makeup in the mirror and climb out of my sporty blue mini. I quietly let myself in and saunter to your office, the heels of my boots tapping softly on the glossy floor tiles. Without knocking, I open your office door and stand watching you, leant back in your chair facing the blinded window, feet up on the sill, engrossed in your call. I shut the door gently, but it clicks loudly, causing you to swivel in your chair at the unexpected noise. Your face breaks into a huge, lopsided grin, and you hold up five fingers, indicating you won't be long.

I walk over to your desk and perch my bum on the corner, crossing my legs. My skirt rides up, and the long split up the side reveals the lacy tops of my hold-up stockings. Your eyes widen in surprise. Biting my lip idly, I start to toy with the buttons on my blouse, beginning to undo them whilst looking unwaveringly into your eyes, delighted to see them widen further as you try to concentrate on your ...

... crucial call. Slipping my hand under the silky material that leaves little to the imagination, making sure you are fully aware that I seem to have forgotten to wear a bra. I stroke my fingers across my breasts and nipples, playing with them until they are stiff little nubs, and my breathing starts to quicken. I swivel around a little more around to and uncross my legs. My skirt rides up a little higher, giving you a perfect view of my perfectly groomed, very naked pussy. In my haste to bring you a lunchtime surprise, I'd obviously forgotten to put panties on, too.

Your call is dragging on, and your hands are busy, holding the phone and scribbling notes down, all while trying to watch what I'm up to now. So slowly, I raise my leg and rest the heel of my very sexy knee-high FMB on the edge of your desk. My skirt has ridden up all the way now, and I lazily bring a hand down and start to stroke the soft, supple skin just above the tops of my stockings. I was spreading my legs slightly to give you a better view. The back of my hand lightly brushes across the perfectly pink lips of my hungry pussy.

Smiling wickedly at you, I lick my lips and mouth, "Shall I play or not?" Frantically, you nod your head as your gaze locks onto my fingers.

Knowing you can't do anything but watch helplessly, I allow my fingers to stroke my damp, excited lips, parting them so I can slide my fingers into the slick desire in between. I'm so turned on through teasing you, knowing you are turned on ...