The Office Flirt - Sex Stories

The Office Flirt

... to my cock at the thought of standing behind her.

A few other pictures followed, more of her arse, in the final one she'd pulled the shorts to halfway down her thighs, but although the full curve of her buttocks was in view, sadly between her legs was hidden. I spent the rest of the night wondering what lay between there. What did it look like, did you have a neat tidy set of labia? Was she shaved down there? Although it wasn't much, I masturbated looking at the last photo.

I'd been in the dining room for five minutes the following day, and my drink poured. I wondered if I'd scared her off, pushed her too far, had she realised what she was doing behind her husband's back. I was just going to leave when she rushed in.

"Sorry, I couldn't get off the phone," she gasped after running up the stairs.

I told her to rest up while I made her drink for her.

"Were the pictures okay? I was wondering last night if you liked them or not?" she asked.

"They were nice, yes, but you asked me not to text you didn't you?" I replied.

"Oh yes, that," she blushed, "I need to explain don't I?"

"I'm playing a part, like an actress. I'm pretending that I'm sending the pictures to my husband while he's at work, and when he gets home we fuck like crazy, and I think it's because of the photos turning him on like it does me. Only what I don't realise is that I'm sending them to a complete stranger instead," she told me.

"Hmm, and the stranger won't reply or you'll know you're ...

... sending them to the wrong person and he won't get any more," I continued for her.

"Exactly!" she shouted out.

I applauded her sense of enjoyment of the situation and acting out her fantasy.

"Oh, fantasy enactment, I hadn't thought of it like that. Although you're right, I was so turned on last night I masturbated afterwards," she blurted out, then blushed and put her hand to her mouth in shock.

"Well, there are pictures the stranger would no doubt like to see," I laughed.

She playfully slapped my arm, telling me I was a bad influence.

"But hubby isn't complaining is he?" I laughed.

She giggled and we walked off towards the stairs together. As we got down to the third floor and I went to go through the door to the office, she giggled and pulled her skirt up at the back.

"Bye stranger," she laughed, wiggling her arse at me.

Part of me couldn't wait for the evening to come around, and that semi-erect part made me keep pausing before walking around the offices. The wait was worth it.

I wasn't sure she was playing tonight, it was almost 9 pm when the first picture came through, and seeing the empty bottle of wine on the coffee table in the first picture I assumed she'd needed a little Dutch courage before sending it. She had applied the eyeliner and eyeshadow again, the same cherry red lipstick, but now she was straight into lingerie. She wore a red basque with little black bows dotted around, a lacy edge partly covering her buttocks, but not enough to ...