Loading...I work for a very large consulting firm. Most of my assignments last several months and are typically out of town, requiring me to travel each week. Last summer, I was given an assignment in Atlanta where I had to spend several months as an interim executive.
I vividly remember the first day I arrived at my client. The receptionist – a perky, young, beautiful blonde named Chelsea — greeted me and showed me to the office I’d be using during my multi-month long assignment.
She obtained all my access passes, cards, keys (building, office, parking garage, health club, etc.) for me. Chelsea was a pretty girl but not model-beautiful. What really got my attention — well, actually it got everyone’s attention — were the short business skirts and sundresses she wore. Fortunately, she had the body and the legs for them. Chelsea was probably 5’6″ or so but with heels came across much taller, leggier. She was slender but not too thin. Her breasts were small — B-cups — but firm and offered up decent cleavage thanks to her narrow torso. She wore her blonde hair in a bob-shag cut (hey, I’m really into girls’ hair). I found her very sexy despite the fact that I typically prefer long-haired brunettes with lots of curves. Everything about Chelsea screamed cute and perky except for her outfits. Those screamed hot and sexy and I — as did all the males in this office — really enjoyed having her around to ogle. Certainly Chelsea had to know this.
As Chelsea helped me acclimate to my new, temporary office, she asked me if she could continue storing her gym bag in my office. As she explained, she worked out in the corporate gym in the mornings before starting her day at 8:30am and — since she sat at a desk in the lobby — needed a place to store her gym bag and had been storing it in the office I was now using as this was closest to her desk. I told Chelsea it was OK with me. Being the panty-lover I am, I was excited that I’d have an opportunity to endulge myself in this cute girl’s panties or other body-hugging garments.
It took me a few days, but I quickly put a plan in place. Each day, Chelsea would take a one-hour lunch break and leave for lunch with her boyfriend. During this time, I’d close my office door and open her gym bag and find the panties she had worn earlier that day during her morning workout. I’d grab the panties, stick them in my pocket and head to the bathroom. There, in a stall, I’d remove her panties and put them to my nose, inhaling the very musky scent — she wore these while working out, remember? – of Chelsea’s pussy. I’d hold them out and admire these tiny little panties — size small — and imagine how they looked on Chelsea’s slender body. Her panties were always little cotton panties — bikinis, hiphuggers, sometimes thongs. She obviously purchased them at Victoria’s Secret and all of them were bright colors or had cute patterns. I’d sniff and lick the crotch of her panties, imagining her modeling them for me. Her panties were the perfect embodiment of Chelsea — cute, perky, bright, sexy, youthful. Soon, my cock would stiffen to its full seven inches and I’d wrap those little cotton panties around my dick and jerk myself off into them. Every time, I’d gush a huge load of cum into her panties. I’d then wrap them in toilet paper, put them in my pocket and return the panties to her gym bag in my office (throwing out the toilet paper). I was doing this two or three times a week. This went on for about two months.
Needless to say, I had developed an infatuation with Chelsea — not just her panties but her. I had been flirting with her quite a bit and could never take my eyes off her when in her presence. All summer long, she continued to wear the short business skirts and short, thin summer dresses — each outfit perfectly showcasing her awesome legs and tight little ass.
Towards the end of the summer, Chelsea announced she was leaving the company to go to college full-time. I still had a few more weeks left on my assignment and was sorry to see Chelsea leave. She was a bright spot for what was otherwise a draining, boring assignment.
On Chelsea’s last day, she wore my favorite outfit — a fitted, sleeveless sundress in dark blue with yellow and white floral patterns that came down to mid-thigh. This sundress was clingy and it was always easy to see her panty lines when she wore it (she didn’t always wear a thong or g-string with this dress even though she should have). I loved this dress because it was short and clingy and it seemed to enhance her personality. I couldn’t take my eyes off her when she wore it.
In the afternoon, I made my way to the supply room to locate some supplies. Access to this room was controlled to keep employees from helping themselves to excess supplies. But Chelsea and I both had access given our roles there. When I entered the large room, I noticed Chelsea on the far side. She was standing on the counter putting away supplies at the top of a shelf. Standing as I was, I could just about see up her dress. She did not hear me open the door so I closed it very softly. Emboldened by this being her last day, knowing I’d likely never see her again, I tip-toed to a good spot in the supply room and crouched down so I could stare up her dress. She was wearing a pair of yellow cotton panties. I knew this pair from a previous jerk session in the bathroom. They were low-rise bikini panties that just barely covered her ass. The up-skirt view was exhilarating and I enjoyed seeing her ass and her thighs. Chelsea didn’t notice me so I got to enjoy this view up her skirt for several minutes. What I’d give to slide off her panties and fill them with my cum.
Eventually, Chelsea must have sensed a presence in the room besides her own and she turned her head, catching me in the act. I didn’t care.
“What are you doing?!” she asked wryly.
“What does it look like I’m doing?” I responded.
“Are you looking up my skirt? Pervert!” She said.
I knew she was pretending to be offended.
“I am. It’s a great view Chelsea. I’m going to miss it!” I admitted.
Chelsea climbed down from the counter using a step-ladder. She peered around me to view the door to the supply room.
“Is the door closed?” she asked.
“I believe it is. Why?” I responded.
“Go check and make sure.” She said.
I got up and verified the door was closed. I turned and looked at Chelsea with a puzzled look on my face.
“Come here.” She said and motioned me to her with her finger.
I did as I was told and made my way over to her. She had her hands on her hips — her body language suggested anger but she had a smirk on her face that betrayed her body.
“You’ve seen mine, now show me yours.” She demanded.
“OK, but it won’t be as good.” I answered.
I undid my belt and slacks and pulled them down to show her my cotton boxers. Although I had enjoyed the upskirt view, visuals only were never enough to get me hard. Chelsea checked me out and made me turn around, to give her the full view.
“You were staring up my skirt at my panties for how long and you’re not hard?” Chelsea asked in mock indignation.
“Sorry, Chelsea. I love the view but I’m a grown man, not some boy. It takes more than a hot visual to get me hard.” I replied.
“Well!” She huffed. “Maybe this will get you hard.”
Chelsea turned her back to me and hiked up her dress, leaning forward to rest her arms and torso on the cabinet counter. Her long legs reached up from high heels to her yellow-panty clad tight little ass. A few inches of ass-crack were in view, thanks to these low-rise bikini panties. This view was much better!
“Come on! Take it out and rub it against my cotton panties!” she offered.
I moved right behind her and pulled my dick out of my boxers. I began to rub it softly against her panty-covered ass cheeks. Back and forth I rubbed and in just a few seconds my cock had become fully engorged. Chelsea could feel the hardness now pressing against her ass cheeks.
“That’s better!” she said. “Now I feel flattered. Put it between my legs.”
I slid my seven inch long hard cock between her thighs and against her crotch. We then began to dry hump in a standing, doggy-style position. I was rubbing my cock against her pussy and panties of this hot young girl, bent over and stretched over in front of me. This went on for several minutes.
“Don’t take long.” Chelsea said. “We’re not the only ones with keys to this room.”
“Sorry, but I need some wetness, some moisture.” I said.
“Well, you can’t put it inside me. That’s off limits.” She exclaimed.
I continued to vigorously thrust against her with my hands on her hips.
“Here, I have an idea.” Chelsea said. “Step back.”
I stepped back, my erect penis sticking straight out at a right angle from my body. Chelsea slid her little yellow panties down to mid-thigh and now I could see her bare ass and pussy lips, clean and smooth. She spread her legs and instructed me to return. I stepped forward, pushing my erection between her thighs. Chelsea spit into one hand and reached under her, grabbing my cock. Her other hand held up her dress and she was leaning her chest and shoulders on the counter. Chelsea then began to jerk me off while I stood there, staring at her awesomely tight little ass and her beautiful pussy lips. Her little hand felt so good, stroking me off.
I stuck my finger in my mouth and coated it with saliva. I then reached out and shoved my now-wet finger into her pussy. Surprised at this brazen move, Chelsea’s body tightened for a moment. I began to finger fuck her pussy and she moaned in enjoyment and spread her legs a little wider, improving my access. Chelsea was now jerking my cock furiously with her wet palm and I was rapidly fucking her hot cunt with my fingers. She was wet and slick and my fingers slid easily in and out of her cunt. Soon, I began to feel my semen fill my testicles and I knew I was close to cumming.
” Keep jerking me! I’m gonna cum soon!” I exclaimed.
“Oh good. I like the way you’re fingering my pussy. It’s so tight and wet!” she said.
“I’m getting close Chelsea! Where do you want me to cum?” I asked her.
“I want you to cum right in the crotch of my panties, OK? Hold up my dress with your other hand.” She asked.
“OK.” I replied and held her sundress up above her hips with my left hand.
Chelsea spit more saliva into her palm and now just worked the head of my cock with her wet palm. I removed my index finger and without asking or giving notice, slid it into her anus. I then began to finger fuck her ass. This surprised Chelsea and her muscles contracted for a moment and then relaxed.
“Ooh!” Chelsea cooed.
That did it. The sensation of my finger going in and out of her tight little ass was too much.
“Oh, Chelsea, I’m cumming! You’re making me cum, Chelsea!” I shouted.
With her free hand, Chelsea reached down and stretched out her panties so that the crotch section was fully laid out. Her other hand aimed my penis just in time. Cum began to spurt out from my cock into the crotch of her panties. I shoved my finger as far up her ass as I could get it.
“Oh yeah! Oh jerk my cock, Chelsea.” I said as semen spewed from my dick into her panties.
Chelsea stroked me expertly and not a single drop of cum missed its mark. She milked me of every last drop until finally I told her not to move her hand. My dick had become too sensitive. As my orgasm subsided, I slowly removed my right index finger from her ass. Chelsea wiped the excess cum, oozing from the tip of my penis, on her little yellow cotton panties. Still holding up her dress with my left hand, I backed away and saw the huge load of thick, pearl-colored cum she had milked from me into the crotch of her sexy little panties. I was impressed by the volume of cum. So was she.
“Wow, look at all that cum!” she said in amazement. “What a nice load you left for me.”
Chelsea instructed me to hold up her dress above her waist with both hands. As I did that, she hiked up her panties, cum and all. The thought of all my cum held tightly against her pussy by her panties was intoxicating. Had I not just came, it would have been enough to arouse me.
“Oh, I love the feel of cum-soaked panties against my pussy. I’m gonna have tingles all day long!” She said.
“I’m glad you’ll get something out of this.” I said as I tucked my softening penis back into my boxers and put myself together.
Chelsea stood up and I let her dress go. She smoothed down her dress and asked me how she looked.
“Hot, sexy and no evidence that you have a huge load of my cum in your panties.” I said.
“Good, let’s go.” She smiled and said.
We left the room and returned to our respective desks. Towards the end of the work day, Chelsea came into my office to say good-bye to me. She had not worked out that day so no gym bag. But she did have a small book bag that carried some personal things she was taking home with her. We exchanged pleasantries and I wished her luck. She hugged me and then began to leave my office. Peering out my office door, she stopped suddenly, closed the door and turned around.
“Oh, I almost forgot. I have a going away present for you.” She said and began to approach me.
“For me?” I responded in surprise. “You’re the one leaving . . . I should be giving you a going away present.” I said guiltily.
She reached into her little book bag and pulled out something in her hand. The look on my face told her I couldn’t make out what it was she was offering me. She peered over her shoulder to make sure there was nobody there and then turned back around. With both hands she stretched out her gift to me — a pair of her little cotton Victoria’s Secret panties. Hot pink with a black border and the word “PINK” in big, black letters across the rear end.
“I wasn’t sure which ones are your favorite, or even if you have a favorite. So, I’m giving you the ones that are my favorite.” Chelsea said. “Take good care of them and they’ll provide quite a bit of enjoyment.”
She stuck the cotton panties in my hand, gave me a peck on the lips and exited. That was last August — the last time I saw Chelsea. But, thanks to her gift, it was not the last time I came in her panties.