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About 3 years ago I had an experience that changed my life. I only regret that it did not happen when I was much younger. I was then a 68 year old woman and had been a widow for 12 years. During this time I had no real relationships and certainly no sexual ones. My name is Victoria. As I live by myself one could imagine that this would be lonely and unsatisfying but I gain enough satisfaction from my work and family who visit me about once a month. I work as a tourist guide in the city.

This involves about 20 hours a week of tours around the city, depending on the season and about 1 day in the office getting things organised. I guess there are about 30 people working in the office. Obviously as I am in the public eye appearance is important. I feel I have aged fairly well and I take pride in the way I dress and present myself to the public. Well, I am probably being to honest here, even I know that for my age I am a bit of a stunner.

Having worked for this particular agency for 5 years I felt it was time to invite some of the people around for an evening. Well over half of the employees are women of various ages. I invited everybody to my house but as expected it was obviously going to be a girls night, in fact none of the guys ended up coming.

As I said I pride myself on my presentation and I thought this night was to be no exception. Before showering I selected my clothes. I have an extensive and varied wardrobe most of which no longer sees the light of day. For this evening I chose a cream pleated skirt finishing just below the knee and a tan coloured full sleeve silk shirt. For my underwear I randomly selected a light pink satin brief with embroidered lace on the front and sides. The 34D bra was of a matching pattern. Not that it makes any difference to most people but it has always been important to me to have matching bra and panties. The pantyhose I chose were dark brown but not opaque with a slight sparkle in the material. For shoes, a pair of 2 inch pumps. This would take my overall height to about 5’6″. Although I had huge amounts of lingerie including plenty of shaping girdles and brassieres, my figure was naturally curvy not to need them.

This was certainly not a full blown party, what do you expect from a 68 year old. Basically drinks and nibbles after work on a Friday. Without going in to too much detail about 15 of the girls turned up and drank merrily for a few hours, mostly gossiping. I had not had any work that day so I had time to tidy the house and prepare the drinks and food.

They all turned up around 7pm and left around 9pm. I purposely did not drink too much as I was after all the host. Having farewelled the last guest, or so I thought I went in to the living room have a glass of Champagne. After a minute or so one of the younger girls from the office appeared in the living room. Emily was the receptionist at the office and was only about 20 years old. Her desk was right opposite mine. We had never talked much but we did get along well. Emily had only been at the office for about 2 months and she always appeared quite shy to me. She was a tall girl, almost 6 foot in her heels. That night she was wearing a pink short sleeved shirt and a black fitted mini skirt finishing just above the knee. She was wearing sheer black hose with a seam at the back and a pair of 4 inch velvet heels with small pink flowers on the front. Looking at her I realised she was rather beautiful, quite thin with a delicate face and straight blond hair down to her shoulders. She obviously took pride in her appearance as I did. She said she had been in the bathroom and she asked if she could share a glass of champagne with me.

“Certainly dear.”

She poured herself a glass and sat down next to me and crossed her legs. We chatted for about 15 minutes before the topic of clothes came up.

“I am amazed at how your present yourself while doing all those tours around the city. You must get hot and tired,” she said.

“It can get a bit uncomfortable in summer but appearance is important,” I replied.

“Do you wear stockings and a garter or pantyhose?”

“I wear pantyhose, I own plenty of stockings and garter belts but pantyhose are easier.”

“No……..how do you do all that walking in pantyhose? I would have thought you would always wear stockings with a garter.”

“Well you get used to it I suppose.”

I had never really thought about it much but during the summer months I guess stockings and a garter would be more comfortable.

“I much prefer stockings and a garter or at least some stay-ups. Would you like to join me for another glass of Champagne?” she said.

“Thank you Emily I will.”

With that she got up from the couch and filled both our glasses. She handed me my glass but she remained standing.

“I guess it is not usual for a girl of only 20 to wear stockings and garters these days.”

“Well I used to when I was your age but there no pantyhose back then.”

She then put her glass on the coffee table and stood up straight.

“I have found this great brand of lingerie that make really comfortable stuff. Here I’ll show you.”

With that Emily smiled at me and lifted up her dress to above her waist.

To this day I am still surprised at my reaction. Immediately my heart started to race and I felt light headed. Sitting there comfortably, looking at this young beauty showing me her lingerie was almost intoxicating. A part of me felt it was wrong but a much bigger part of me was deeply intrigued. I had not seen a young woman in her underwear for many, many years and even when I had it had certainly left no lasting impression. Holding up her sheer black stockings was a satin black garter belt with 3 straps attached to each stocking. Over the top of this was a pair of plain pink satin panties that sparkled under the light. Emily then did a 180 degree turn to show me from behind. She then bent over slightly and protrude her small bottom. At this stage I was not sure of how long this was taking, she was obviously waiting for me to comment. I was beginning to feel flushed. She turned to face me still holding up her dress.

“Much more comfortable than pantyhose and actually not a lot more expensive,” she said.

“Yes, and probably quite practical on a hot day,” I stammered.

Then she pulled the hem of her dress up to her chin and held it to her chest by facing her head down. With both hands she adjusted her panties slightly by lifting them from the waist band. With that I felt a sudden surge of hot blood flowing through my entire body. I was already deeply intrigued but by adjusting her panties upwards I could clearly see the parting between her lips. This sight had awoken something inside me.

Emily let her dress down and wiggled it over her bottom to just above her knees and said “you should try them some time.”

“I will.”

“I’ll give you the details of the lingerie company I buy my stuff from.”

She then smiled at me very shyly and came to sit down next to me. I think she had sensed my physical reaction but she probably had no idea just how strong it was. This time she sat a little closer and crossed her legs.

She leaned back and put her arm across the back of the couch but not touching me.

“Cheers,” she proposed as she held up her glass.

We clinked our glasses.

“But I should say they are very nice pantyhose you’re wearing. It’s hard to find dark coloured pantyhose with a sparkle like that.”

She took a sip of her Champagne and then put the glass on the table. She leaned forward and turned to face me slightly. She put her hand just above my knee and looked at me in the eyes.

“May I?”

I did not know what she meant.

Having seen the look of slight misunderstanding on my face she placed her hand on my knee and started to gently caress.

“Oh, yes, ok if you like.”

I felt another surge of hot blood throughout my body but including my pussy this time.

“Very fine texture and that is hard to find in a deep colour like this one,” Emily commented.

Without thinking I gently put my hand on her thigh just above her knee but I did not caress it. I felt like I was blushing deeply.

“I think you look and dress fabulously for a woman of your age, I admire that Victoria.”

I turned to her and smiled, “thank you.”

We looked in to each others eyes. I had still not quite resigned myself to the fact that we were about to be intimate. What happened next eliminated any resistance on my part.

Emily leaned in to me and softly kissed me on the corner of the mouth and at the same time she slowly slid her hand up the inside of my skirt to my mid-thigh. Her lips stayed close waiting for me to reciprocate.

I turned and gently kissed her on her lips. Only briefly did our lips make contact and upon separating they stuck together momentarily. Her thin lips had a light film of lip gloss. It was then that I first noticed her perfume.

By now my pussy was throbbing at the anticipation of attention. I remember asking myself if it would go that far or if it would remain just some light petting.

Emily in turn opened her lips slightly and kissed me. I returned her gesture with a parting of the lips and a slight protrusion my tongue. Within a few seconds we were kissing slowly but passionately enjoying the sensation of our tongues touching.

During this time I had started to caress her thigh and run my fingers up and down one of her front garter straps. Our kissing intensified for a few seconds and then I pulled away.

“Well this is a new experience for me,” I said.

“It’s ok, it’s not my first time. I think you are gorgeous and I didn’t realise I had feelings for you until tonight. I hope you don’t mind?”

“No, I’m just a little nervous.”

“That’s fine, just let me know if you want me to stop. I should tell you something though.”

“What,” I said wondering if this was all going to end before it had properly started.

“I have a fetish for lingerie and in particular nylons and stockings.”

“Well that’s fine be my, I guess that explains you behaviour before.”

Without saying any more Emily started to undo my shirt. Before it was fully open she was kissing my neck and just above my breasts. I laid my head back and closed my eyes to enjoy the moment. After a minute or so I leaned forward to unhook my bra. I leaned back again to allow Emily full access to my breasts. With her tongue she gently teased one nipple after another then took them fully in to her mouth sucking them in slow pulsating manner. She rose to kiss me gently on my mouth and pulled back slightly to ask

“May I?”

“Yes,” was the only word I could muster.

Emily then went down between my legs with her knees on the floor. I lifted my bum slightly so I could lift my pleated skirt above my waist. Emily started at my knees kissing her way up each leg while she placed her hands on my outer thighs. I slid forward to allow her a more frontal view of my pussy. With my pantyhose and panties pulled tight to my pussy she protruded her lips and kissed me on my inner thighs and pussy through my under garments. After a few seconds I motioned to take off my pantyhose but Emily placed her hands on mine stopping me from doing so. She was running her tongue up and down the gusset of my nylon covered pussy. I could feel my pussy lips parting at her probing. Emily then put both her hands on the nylon gusset started to slowly tear a hole with her nails. Once the hole was large enough she continued lick and kiss my pussy through my panties. My pleasure was mounting and my breathing intensified. Before pulling my panties to one side she took a few moments to tickle and massage me through my now moist panties with her fingers. With my pussy exposed Emily started by kissing my pussy tenderly. She then started to run her tongue up and down my lips then slowly parting them with slow strokes of her tongue. Her tongue reached and circled on my swollen clitoris. Tingling sensations ran throughout my body. I wondered if she appreciated my thin gray strip of hair. Waxing for me was essential, after all if one takes so much pride in ones appearance then it would be a shame to forget the final step. After a magical few minutes of this Emily adjusted herself to start licking my asshole. I was not expecting this and wondered if I was going to call a halt to proceedings. But by this stage I realised she was in control and everything she and done so far had pleasured me intensely. She tickled my asshole for few minutes. This sensation I found to be slightly removed from the direct sexual pleasure of her attending to my pussy but it was nonetheless most enjoyable. Emily returned to my pussy and left no nook or cranny untouched. She inserted her tongue in to my vagina and licked my inner lips. I was aware of my moistness by the sliding of her tongue. I could feel my orgasm growing. Emily moved back to my clitoris and it was now that I was ready to take this to the end. I whimpered regularly at her teasing. Moments later my first orgasm for many years was upon me. I had forgotten the mix of sensations. Throbbing clitoris, tingling vagina and lips, the heat of my pulsing blood and the light-headedness. After a few moments of my panting and groaning Emily raised her head to mine and kissed me with lips and tongue.

“Nice,” she said.

All I could do was smile.

“How do you feel about pleasuring me?”

I knew she would ask this given that I had already told her this was the first time for me.

“I can try but no promises.”

With that Emily stood and removed her skirt and took off her shirt. Her bra was of the same design as her panties. Once again I was able to witness her pussy mound through her shiny panties. I wanted to touch her there, I was intrigued but also a bit nervous, even scared. Emily sat back down beside me and threw one of her nylon clad legs over my lap. She leaned forward and started to gently kiss me on the lips. I only half reciprocated. I still had the image of her pink pussy in my mind. I reached my hand down to between her thighs and gently rubbed her through her panties. I could feel her pussy react to my touch and her breathing intensified. We kissed a little more passionately. No sooner had I started to massage her pussy when she got up and announced she would be back in a few moments. I assume she needed to go to the bathroom. As she left the room she to knelt down to pick up her handbag. I admired her pink bottom as she walked through the door.

I was still slouched on the couch with my skirt above my waist. I pulled my skirt down but I remained in the same position. I barely had time to take stock of what had just happened when Emily returned wearing only a pair of tan pantyhose pulled up to just below her breasts. Her breasts were on the small side, probably only a B but they were perfectly shaped. The taught pantyhose had no reinforced gusset, this meant the seam was forcing a distinct part in her pussy. I had a surging desire to kiss her between her legs. She sauntered towards me with a big smile on her face and knelt on the couch straddling me. She craned down to kiss me.

“I need to kiss your pussy”. For the first time I had forced the issue.

Emily then braced her knees against the back of the couch so her nylon pussy was directly in my face. I will never forget the smell. Musty but perfumed and lingering, an odour that seemed to penetrate deep in to the body. My heart raced. I started by kissing her inner thighs then moving to her pussy. I had never felt another pussy before and the combination of firm but malleable flesh was addictive. I started licking her when she started to pant and quietly moan. Her hips started to rock slightly in to my face. I could sense her pleasure was rising quickly. With my nails I tore a hole in her pantyhose. She was completely bald, giving me a close up of her inner and outer lips. By now her lips were well separated and I hesitated and wondered what to do next. Obviously I tried to mimic what she had done to me, undoubtedly I would put on a far inferior performance. I began by teasing her lips with my tongue further separating her pussy. Suddenly I was confronted with the first pussy juice of my life. Initially it was an acidic sensation but soon changed to a more silky and slightly sweet. All the while her profound aroma was entering me. She was not long from orgasm now. I moved to teasing her clitoris with my tongue. This seemed to increase her hip thrusting. I was squeezing her pantyhose buttocks with my hand, fingers and nails. Before long Emily had her hands against the wall and was panting in pleasure. In response I was flicking my tongue over her clitoris as quickly as I could. She let out a cross between a groan and squeal. I kept licking until her hip action subsided. When she was still I placed my entire mouth on her pussy and kissed it as if I were kissing her mouth.

Emily removed herself from her straddling position and sat down beside me. Still panting she was running her hands through her hair and then rubbing her thighs. Finally she collapsed in to my bosom with one arm around my shoulders and the other on my thigh.

Shower:

“Can I stay the night?”

I had not thought about this. Of course she could, I just thought it might be awkward.

“Of course,” I replied.

“Would you like a shower?”

“Yeah, but you go first.”

“Ok, I’ll show you my room and ensuite.”

Emily followed me to my room.

“On the right is the ensuite. Make yourself at home.”

I walked in to the bathroom. Finally I had a chance to take stock of what had happened tonight. I hopped in the shower and started thinking. Why would a shy, good looking 20 year old girl want to make love to a 68 year old woman? I could not answer my own question but I have to admit I didn’t really try. I got out of the shower and put on my brown silk robe. As I started to dry my hair I started to wonder what would happen now. Would we have sex again? Did I want to? Would Emily dress up to satisfy her fetish and should I put on lingerie? I finished drying my hair and put on a little make-up. I walked in to the bedroom. Emily had taken a dark purple mini gown form my wardrobe and put it on. I had not worn it in years. It was silk with faux fur on the sleeve ends and the hem line. When I did last wear it, it came down to just above my knee which meant on her it was more mid-thigh.

“Your turn,” I said as she walked passed me smiling on her way the bathroom.

Once she had closed the door to the bathroom I realised immediately about her intentions for the rest of the evening. My walk in wardrobe doors were open and my lingerie drawers were open and had been rummaged through. She had obviously selected a few items that pleased her. Therefore I had no choice.

I tired to think quickly what I would wear and what lingerie I had in my drawers. Of course it was not all for her benefit. I enjoyed lingerie too but only very rarely I would slip in to a teddy and some stockings. I decided on a white corset with attached suspender straps, a pair of white opaque stockings with lace tops and a white silk g-string. To make myself decent for at least a few seconds I put my brown silk robe back on. I dimmed the lights.

A while later Emily came out of the bathroom. The first thing I notice was her hair, she had tied it up in a bun.

“Would you like to see what I found in your drawers?”

“Of course.”

She put her hands on her hips so as to lift the mini robe so I could see. I obviously did not notice her take a bundle of lingerie in the bathroom but she obviously had given what she was wearing some thought. She was wearing a pink body suit with suspenders and a purple g-string over the top. The g-string split her ass beautifully. The stockings were also pink. But what was most astonishing wash that she had her heels on with a pair of pantyhose over the top of everything. She truly was indulging her fetish. My chest started pounding when I saw this young girl wearing my own lingerie in such an indulgent manner. Such colour and pantyhose over heels!!! I must admit my initial reaction to the pantyhose was one of bemusement but the appeal quickly grew on me. She tied up her mini gown and sat next to me on the bed where I was sitting up.

“Would you like to show me what you are wearing?”

She stood up to let me take the floor. I let my gown slink to the floor. As I posed she smiled at me. I turned around to show her my g-string, I bent over slightly. When I turned around she had her legs slightly apart and was gently rubbing her pussy. I put my gown back on and walked towards her.

“Would you like a massage,” she offered.

“Lovely,” I said.

“But because I don’t want to take off your sexy lingerie I can only do your neck and shoulders.”

“Ok.”

When was the last time I had a massage I thought to myself. We changed position so I was sitting on the edge of the bed and Emily was kneeling behind me. Her gentle hands did more caressing than massaging but I absolutely loved it. After a short while something came over me. I had an intense desire to lick her asshole.

“Your turn,” I interrupted.

“Ok.”

“Lie down on your stomach.”

When Emily did I was able to better appreciate her fetish for nylon. There was something so lustful about the stockings stretching over her heels and covering a slender pair of already nylon clad legs.

I started by stroking her legs all the way up and down. My hands started to concentrate on her inner thighs and eventually her pussy. I enjoyed her tightly cleaved ass caused by the g-string. I put my hands under her stomach and pulled down her pantyhose to her mid-thigh. Two more layers to go until I could lick her behind. I decide to leave the flimsy g-string in place and pull it to one side as needed. I took my time in gently unclasping her bodysuit, sure that my attention to her pussy area would be welcome. Once undone I lifted up the bottom section so I could see all of her cheeks. I knelt down to kiss them all over occasionally letting my tongue loose. Finally I could take it no longer, I had to experience her ass. I first ran my tongue up and down her cleft then I parted her cheeks and g-string with my hands. In slow motion I descended my tongue on to her rose bud. The sensation was quite different from a pussy as you would expect. The flesh was a lot firmer and the muscle seemed to have a certain power and strength about it. I was enjoying myself and so was Emily. She started to lift her ass slightly in response to my licking. I became bolder and started to probe her inside with my tongue. Entry was difficult so I started using a finger to pilot my tongue in. Emily was softly groaning from time to time. After a while I abandoned the use of my tongue and forcefully put two fingers up her arse. Emily released the tiniest of squeals. With the help of a little spit I started pumping her arse with my fingers. How in such a short time had I found myself committing such dirty acts of sex? I was too far down the track worry about that now. Eventually I stopped and Emily rolled over on to her back.

“Your turn, I want you to sit on my face.”

“As you wish Emily, but only if you lick my pussy.”

She looked at me and giggled.

“I’ll think about it.”

I got up on the bed and started to straddle her.

“Other way, other way. You’ll see why shortly.”

I had knelt over her face so I was facing away from her.

I turned around and gently lowered my crotch so it was just above her face.

Emily slid herself up the bed sightly and started on my ass. She parted my cheeks and started probing my ass. I looked down to see Emily covered in lingerie, now with her pantyhose half way down her thighs where the garters attached to the stockings.

“See anything you like?” asked Emily.

“Lots.”

With that she spread and lifted her legs and curled up her back allowing me a direct view of her pussy and arse. To make it easier for me she got her legs behind my back and gently encouraged me to lean forward to her pussy. I guess this was a 69er. I had had not been in this position before not even with my husband. I had only to pull her wet g-string to the side to be able to enjoy her. I lowered my head and started to lick her clitoris and burying my nose in between her lips. By now Emily was darting her tongue in and out of my own pussy. My arousal was increasing fast now and I was aware of my own moisture smearing Emily’s face. Emily then went to my clitoris and started flapping her tongue over it. I reciprocated. Emily was getting there faster than me. When she started her orgasm she was sharply snapping her hips in to my mouth. This encouraged me to flick her clitoris with my tongue even faster. Her attention to me stopped as she squealed and groaned. I enjoyed her warm panting breath on my pussy. A few moments passed before Emily continued to take me to the end of my pleasure. She slipped one of her fingers deeply in to my pussy and removed it. She was licking my clitoris when she gently started entering my rear with her moistened finger. Although she had already orgasmed I continued to very softly lick her outer lips. Before long I was ready to orgasm. I felt weak and tingly and I was aware of the pores on my head and shoulders opening fully to release moisture from my overheating body. This climax was not as intense as my previous one on the couch but it seemed longer and deeper. During this intense feeling I must admit that I lost composure and was sucking on Emily’s pussy, not in a stop start motion but with one continuous suction, breathing through my nose.

When all was done I put Emily’s g-string back in place over her pussy although there was one of her lips that was sitting plumply outside of the material. The moistness in my kinckers had started to cool and I could feel it against my arse. I got down from the straddling position and lay down beside Emily facing the ceiling. She turned her head and gave me a peck on the cheek.

“Thank you,” I panted.

“Don’t say that, I enjoyed it too you know.” Emily said firmly.

“Yes I know but………I mean I have not been pleasured like that ever before and I feel like you have introduced me something I should have been doing years ago.”

“Can I still stay the night?”

“What happens in the morning,” I asked.

“I think a sleep in followed by some breakfast then………..I dunno,” Emily proffered.

“Sounds good to me.”

I smiled and kissed her gently on the lips.

“Good night sweetie.”

With that Emily removed her pantyhose and high heels and attached the crotch of her bodysuit. We kissed a few times looking in to each others eyes.

“Goodnight,” I said.

“Goodnight,” she replied.

With that I turned out the bedside light and rolled over on my side. Emily did the same and moved in to position to spoon me. I held her hand to my stomach and we fell asleep.

Next morning:

I woke first the next morning. I got up and showered. I slipped in to some loose French knickers and my favourite brown silk gown. By the time I came out of the bathroom Emily was just awakening.

“I’ll make some breakfast, okay.”

She could only manage a whimper and nodded.

As I prepared breakfast I heard her turn on the shower. I felt good and still a little scared. I couldn’t help but think I had done something terribly wrong.

“That will pass,” I kept saying to myself.

Emily appeared in the kitchen wearing a pair of my black satin panties which kept revealing themselves through the same loosely tied mini gown she was wearing last night. Over breakfast we discussed mostly work but also about her future and ambitions. She hadn’t decided on anything yet. I refrained from giving her too much advice, not that I had really had a career myself. After breakfast we cleaned up and went through to the lounge. I sat in the chair in the sun room.

“You don’t mind if I read my book a little?” I asked Emily.

“No, that’s fine. I think my nails need a file.”

Emily got up and returned a minute later with a nail file.

As I resumed my book Emily sat down on the couch facing me. Although Emily was a honey, the book was good enough so that I wasn’t taking much notice of her. It was only after a few minutes when I finished a chapter that I noticed how she was sitting. She was sitting, facing me directly with her feet on the couch and legs spread. Of course my eyes went straight to her pussy that was confined and bulging under the black satin. Emily was concentrating on filing her toe nails and had not noticed me looking at her, although she must have known the view I had. I started my next chapter with clitoris throbbing. It was useless. I had barely read a page when I decided I had to lick her one more time. I had to act quickly while she was in the same position. I put down my book. With that Emily looked up and saw me looking at her. She snapped her legs shut and continued filing her nails. I was determined and she was not going to deny me with that little trick. I walked over to her and knelt in front of her. Without saying anything I place my hands on the inside of her knees and forced them apart.

“Fuck me,” Emily spat out suddenly. She grabbed my face with both her hands and pulled me in to her and started kissing me ravenously. My left hand dropped to her bulging pussy and I started to massage through the panties. Within a minute I was sucking her nipples and had two fingers pumping her. Emily started taking her panties off and slipped down so she was slouching the couch. She lifted her legs around her head so her ankles were behind her neck. This gave me full access to her clit. Within probably only 3 minutes of me deciding I wanted to pleasure her once more, Emily was orgasming under my tongue. Short and sweet.

I was not looking forward to this part. The goodbyes. I assumed it would be awkward. “Do you mind if I borrow some of your underwear?”

“Of course not.” Emily spent a couple of minutes in my room. She came out looking a bit awkward.

“I have some things to do so I had better be off.”

“Me too.”

We kissed each other lightly on the lips then hugged.

“Well thanks for staying,” I said.

“Well, we both enjoyed it. You’ve learned a lot and …..I owe you one.”

“Emily, what happens at the office?”

“We’ll see, one day at a time I guess.”

“Good idea,” I replied.

We said our goodbyes, not quite as awkward as I thought.

For the rest of the weekend I busied myself with housework, hobbies and family. I desperately needed to tell someone about this recent adventure of mine, but who?

Monday in the bathroom:

Monday came around and as it happened I had a morning of work to do to get ready for the rest of the week. Getting ready in the morning I was nervous. Obviously we could not reveal this affair to all and sundry at the office but the body language between us would be different. What to wear? What to wear? I decided to go with something not so sexy. I didn’t need any distractions or encouragement. A pair of white, elastic, tummy high boy shorts for underwear, a simple white bra and a pair of sensible nude stay ups. I wore a pair of dark brown stretch pants with matching jacket with a plain white shirt underneath. As I walked up the stairs to the office my heart was thumping. What if Emily was already there? And even worse what if she was surrounded be a bunch of the other girls telling them about her after party antics?

Luckily nothing of the sort eventuated. Emily was not there at 8.40 when I arrived. I went to my desk only to happily realise that her desk was in full view of my seat. I would be able to ogle my 20 year old vixen from the comfort of my own desk. About 15 minutes later Emily walked in and oh my god!!! Firstly she was stunning and I began to feel flushed. Secondly her outfit was outrageous and extremely slutty. Emily was wearing stretch pink hot pants, a pair of tan lace top stockings held up by a broad white garter belt. On top she had a pale yellow short sleeved shirt that only came down to just below her belly button. Her high heels were also yellow. The overall effect of this was that I could clearly see the garter straps attached to her stockings below her shorts and also the garter belt itself around her tummy. I think I was the only one who saw her arrive and because her desk was right beside the front door she sat down before anyone could really notice. Once sitting she looked at my direction and smiled faintly and said good morning. It was only then that I noticed she had on a pair of reading glasses and she had put her hair up in a bun.

I actually managed to ignore her and get some work done which was just as well because I knew this day would not be a normal one. Dressed like that it was obvious that Emily had something planned.

At about 9.40 Emily caught my eye. I had not been looking at her for more than a second when she subtly waved something above her computer screen. The way she did it I was meant to see it but no one else. It looked like she had in her hand something beige coloured and soft. It took me a second to realise but she had a pair of nylons scrunched in her hand.

“5 minutes” she mouthed towards me while she held up her other hand with fingers spread. With that she pranced out of the office towards the bathroom. I enjoyed watching her slutty arse wiggle as she walked. What had I become? Only 72 hours ago the thought of kissing another woman would have slightly repulsed me, let alone spreading my legs to be molested by another woman. And here I was now planning to sneak off to the work toilets to make love to a female less than one third my age!! My heart began to quiver with the thought of our next encounter as if it were the very first time. But I was not sure if I was supposed to follow her. What did ‘5 minutes’ actually mean? My question was soon answered. Emily gingerly stepped through the door but she had added to her already slutty wears. Over the top of her lace top stockings, her garter belt and her high heels she had put on a pair of light tan pantyhose. This only served to exaggerate the fact we could already see her underwear. When she walked (pantyhose over heels) towards her desk and turned I also noticed a yellow g-string cleaving her arse cheeks, this was over the top of her recently added pantyhose. The effect on me was immediate, my pussy was pumping. I was sold. Not only did I love the effect but here was this gorgeous 20 year old going to such lengths to seduce me.

My phone rang.

“If you want to know where I get most of my lingerie you had better me in the ladies bathrooms in 4 minutes.”

It was halfway through her cryptic message that I realised who was talking. Emily then put the phone down, smiled and once again walked off towards the toilets. I was counting the time. I started to look around the room to see if anyone had noticed our interactions. I could not see anything unusual so my countdown continued. I busied myself by mostly shuffling papers around on my desk. Time was up. I confidently strode out from behind my desk towards the door. I walked down the hall towards the bathrooms. I entered gingerly. I was very unsure about this and to be honest I really felt like going back to my desk. In the bathrooms were 4 cubicles. I moved forward slowly, aware of the clip clop of my heels on the hard floor. Then I heard a voice like cough. Was that Emily. I assessed the cubicles from as far away as I could. I was almost certain that the only one locked was the farthest, the disabled persons cubicle. I moved towards the door and knocked and let out a tiny cough at the same time.

“Come in” said Emily in a slightly amused voice.

The snib clicked and I pushed through the door. My head was facing towards the floor and I shut the door as soon as I had entered. I was almost out of breath.

“Hi,” I said panting.

“Hi,” Emily replied in a whisper.

“Well first things first. The name of the place where I get a lot of my lingerie is Secrets in Lace.”

I smiled at her.

“You’ll have to write that down,” I replied.

“I think I owe you………..”

The creak of the door closer was distinct. Some shuffling feet moved towards the cubicle 2 down from ours. At this point Emily and I silently lunged in to a hug. I looked down to see if our feet could be seen under the cubicle walls but the walls went all the way to the floor. Just as well or I would have been out of there. We released our grip on each other only to touch lips in silence. A few moments later our neighbour finished her business and left.

“I think I owe you one,” said Emily.

“I haven’t forgotten.”

“Take a seat, I have a special surprise for you”

I sat down on the toilet seat. Emily knelt down in between my legs and started unbuttoning my shirt. She then slid one of my bra straps over my shoulder and started teasing my nipple with her tongue. I couldn’t help but listen out for other people. I wasn’t totally relaxed. Emily then stood up and turned around so her back was facing me and sat on my lap.

“Did you like my choice of lingerie?”

“I love it. I am amazed nobody noticed it.”

Emily took my hands to her crotch and I started rubbing her through and under her hotpants. After a minute or two I had concentrated my efforts on her pussy although under her pants, pantyhose and g-string it was difficult to locate her sweet spots.

“You get to undress me,” Emily stated as if this was a surprise to me.

She stood up and took my hands to the button on her pants. I undid the button then she bent over forward and let me slip her pants down to her ankles. Facing me was now a yellow g-string over the top of pantyhose and gartered stockings. I so loved the way the g-string split her arse so I lifted it up as high as it would go causing the pantyhose to pinch in around her cheeks. I then peeled off her g-string and resumed my massaging of her crotch. By now I had more feel and I could feel her lips parting as I caressed the seam of the pantyhose. Emily then put her hands under her pantyhose and started slipping them down her thighs. When all the way down Emily stepped out of her underwear and turned to face me. By now my pussy was moist and attentive.

“Take off your pants,” Emily said forcefully.

I kicked off my shoes and Emily helped my take my pants off ripping them from my legs. I was exposed to her in nothing but bra and panties, and not particularly sexy ones at that. I panted at her pussy in front of me.

“Time for your surprise.”

Emily moved her right hand towards her pussy reached in. I thought she was going to masturbate but she seemed to be entering her own pussy with another purpose. Emily slowly pulled out a pair of beige pantyhose. All I could say to myself was “oh my God.”

I experienced a mix of emotions, disbelief, sensuality, surprise. The nylons were crumpled and glistening in places from her pussy juices.

“You can smell these while I lick you.”

Emily handed them to me and I grabbed them like an addict getting their fix. While Emily got down to her knees I sniffed the pantyhose with one big inhale. I had never been so moved by a smell in my life. I was ready to orgasm right there. I kept inhaling.

Emily ripped off my stretch boy pants slipping them down my nylon legs. She started licking my clitoris. I could feel my pussy was dripping as it had never done before. I continued to inhale her juices spotted on the pantyhose she had gifted me. I was going to a whole other level and I knew I was losing control which scared me a little. I started dabbing my tongue at the pantyhose hoping to encounter her juices. I was about to orgasm faster and harder than I ever had before. By the slipperiness of her tongue over my lips and clitoris I could almost sense that my own pussy juice was dripping on the toilet seat cover. Waves of heat came over me and I started to tremble. I was breathing so hard my mouth started to dry out. Then it was upon me. The intense tingling of my labia and clitoris, the surges of pleasure coursing through my whole body like I had been injected with some drug.

Once I had regained myself Emily slipped my panties off my right heel and put them against my pussy. She dabbed them slightly against my lips and also on the seat cover (obviously my juices were dripping).

“I think we should try that one again.”

“What do you mean?” I said.

Emily answered by gently inserting my panties in to my vagina. The sensation was still one of pleasure on my flesh.

“I’ll do the same she said.” Emily stood up with her yellow string and stuffed it in to her own pussy.

She then straddled me and brushed her hands through my hair while kissing me gently on the lips.

“Oh dear, what made you think of that?” I asked.

Just then the door of the bathrooms opened again. Again we had a close encounter but our presence was not revealed.

“I think it is your turn,” I suggested to Emily.

“I think we should wait for our knickers to get really wet.”

Emily took some make-up out of her hand bag and started to re-do me. I was so flattered by all this attention. I am sure she was putting too much on but I was not about to complain.

After 5 minutes of make-up, Emily got back down to her knees and inserted her fingers in my pussy to retrieve my panties. They came out without any resistance obviously benefitting from my still moist pussy and smeared in my juices. Emily then slid my now slimy panties up her legs over her stockings. I could see the glistening juice all over them as she pulled them tight around her crotch.

“Can I smell?” I asked.

“I could hardly deny you.”

She stepped forward to allow me to sniff. Not nearly as strong as I thought it would be but then maybe that was because it was my smell.

“Oh I forgot. Yours.”

Emily pulled what were now her panties the side to remove her g-string.

“All yours,” as she handed them to me.

I stood and put them on.

“Don’t forget the pantyhose.” I had dropped them on the floor by now. I had one last sniff before I encased my legs with Emily’s musky sex smell. As I peeled them up my legs more of the aroma was released.

Emily got dressed slipping her hot pants over her stockings and garters. My large white knickers were visible over the top of her pants.

I also got dressed and we agreed to leave the bathroom separately. We hugged and kissed then Emily left first while waited for a few minutes.

When I got back to my desk I decided that it would be best if I went home early. I caught the usual bus home secretly hoping someone would notice the aroma of pussy juices wafting from my g-string and pantyhose. I couldn’t help but wonder what our next meeting would reveal.