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Stacy and I have worked together for almost seven years. During this time, we have become best friends. We chat multiple times a day since our offices are right next to each other. Our conversations range from boring work talk to inappropriate humor.
The two of us regularly go to lunch together. We have conversations together that we can’t have with anyone else. We can be completely honest with each other. There is no judgement between us. It is not uncommon for us to talk about our sex lives.
There isn’t much to talk about with my sex life. It is less than stellar. My wife and I have sex infrequently. When we do it is rather boring. Sex is a chore to my wife and not something that she enjoys.
Stacy’s sex life is nearly opposite. Her and her husband have sex at least 3 times a week. Her husband likes to try new things in the bedroom and Stacy is always open to it. She is satisfied by her sex life but misses the excitement of what it is like to be touched by someone new. Stacy is watching and reading more porn as of late since I have been sending her the selections I enjoy. We discuss these selections during our weekly lunch out. It is awesome that she is starting to enjoy it and I like that we are sharing the same material.
I enjoy hearing stories about Stacy’s sex life. It is exciting to learn about what other people do in their bedrooms. However, it makes me realize what I am missing. I wonder what is more normal, her sex life or mine.
Sometimes when she talks about her and her husband having sex, I will start to get slightly excited. Luckily, never a full hard-on, but I can feel my dick stirring in my pants. Occasionally, I have found a small wet spot in my boxers after our conversations.
I also shared my curiosities, fantasies, and desires with Stacy. I have shared with her that I have developed a slight panty fetish, especially related to thongs. My wife only wears cotton granny panties. Underwear is a functional item to her and not something to make her look or feel sexy. Whenever we are in public I’m obsessed with checking out girls butts. I crave identifying the panty lines to see what they are wearing. I love it when I can tell that women are wearing thongs. I love thinking about those soft, round cheeks garnished by a burst of color. I’d love to slip my finger behind the thong tracing down a woman’s butt crack and stopping to slide my finger slightly inside her from the back while my palm is caressing one of her butt cheeks.
Thongs are a staple in Stacy’s wardrobe. She wears them most days in the office. If Stacy bends over around me I always check her out. I love it when I can see her panties peeking over the waistband of her pants.
Occasionally, while we are driving back from lunch, I will jokingly ask to see her panties. She usually grins and tells me no. A few times she has pulled a small section up from her waistband so I could see. It was always the highlight of my day.
I began to fantasize about getting a pair of her used panties. The thought of holding them while I masturbate is exciting. It is one tangible part of someone else that seems somewhat more innocent to fantasize about. I have shared this fantasy with her on many occasions. Stacy has asked me detailed questions about this fantasy. I told her that the thought of panties that had been worn and not washed added to the level of excitement. She would jokingly make comments about giving me a pair of her panties but nothing serious. I think she is sympathetic to my lack of intimacy with my wife.
One day, Stacy popped her head into my office just before noon and asked me if I wanted to join her while gebze escort she ran some errands. She explained that she had to run home and grab her workout clothes that she needed after work. I had ran home with her on several occasions, so it wasn’t out of the ordinary that she asked me to go. Our conversation on the car ride there was mostly about work. Nothing too exciting.
She went straight upstairs to her bedroom when we walked in her house. She told me I could come up with her. When we got in the bedroom I sat on the edge of her bed while she went into her closet to get her gym clothes. After a few minutes, she came walking out with a mischievous grin on her face and her hands behind her back. She raised her hands up and I could see that she had a couple pair of her panties in her hands. Stacy held them up and asked if these were what I fantasized about when I masturbated. She reached out and placed them in my hands. She told me she would give me some time alone in her room to masturbate and make my fantasy come true.
Stacy turned and walked toward the door. Once she reached the doorway, she looked at me with another big grin. She was enjoying the fact that she was making my fantasy a reality.
I sat there in awe for a few seconds once she left the room. I couldn’t believe what was happening. I laid the panties on the bed so that I could see them. Before me were two of her thongs. A shiny purple thong with scalloped edges and a tiny camouflage thong. I was in heaven. I had seen camouflage peeking out over the top of her pants several weeks before. I had daydreamed about what they might look like. Now they were right in front of me.
I closely examined each of them. I quickly realized that these had not been washed since she last wore them. I held each of them to my nose and slowly inhaled. The lingering smell of her pussy was intoxicating. My dick became immediately hard. I was about ready to bust through my zipper. I displayed the panties on the bed perfectly as if they were an art exhibit so I could begin to undress. I kicked my shoes off onto the floor. I unzipped my jeans and slid them off. My dick formed a sizable tent as it was being constrained by the thin fabric of my boxer briefs. I slid my thumbs into my waistband and slid them down my legs and over my feet. I turned and stared at her panties in adoration. I felt like I was in a dream.
I propped up the pillows against the headboard. I climbed on the bed and leaned back on the pillows and lifted the camo thong to my nose. The smell was sweet with a subtle saltiness from her sweat. I took the purple thong and wrapped it around my dick and began stroking it. The smooth fabric felt amazing as it glided over the head. I leaned back a little more and closed my eyes as I started to stroke my dick faster. I could feel the thong starting to get wet.
I was finally getting to live out my fantasy and it was better than I imagined. I continued stroking myself with her thong for several minutes. I opened my eyes and sat up to take off my shirt. I saw Stacy leaning against the wall next to the door I was startled to see her standing there and briefly froze. She told me not to stop. She said that she had never watched a guy masturbate and was curious. I slowly undid the buttons on my shirt and slipped it off. I was completely naked on her bed as she stood watching me from across the room. I leaned back and once again started stroking my cock with her purple thong. Her eyes were fixed on my hand as it slid her panties over my dick. She walked across the room and sat on the edge of the bed so she could have a better view. Having her watch gümüşhane escort me was exhilarating. I had to slow down so I wouldn’t cum too fast. I wanted to take my time and enjoy the moment.
She stood up and slowly unbuttoned her pants. Her eyes never left my dick. She slowly slid her pants off. Underneath her dress pants was bright pink thong. The near fluorescent color looked amazing in contrast to her tan skin. She sat back down on the bed and slid over next to my legs. She was so close that I could feel the heat radiating from her body. I could smell the subtle scent of her vanilla body spray. She started to rub her pussy through her panties while continuing to watch me. I could see the soft fabric slowly getting wet the more she rubbed. She slowly slid her hand into her panties and continued to rub. I could see her fingers making circles around her clit. Occasionally, she would slide her fingers inside her pussy and then bring them out and continue rubbing her clit.
She leaned back and lifted her butt and gently slid the thong off. I was in awe. Her beautiful pussy was completely shaved. Her clit was swollen and her folds were wet from the rubbing.
She took her panties, leaned forward and held them under my nose. The smell was amazing. It wasn’t the slight lingering smell from a previous day’s wear like the others. It was like my face being nestled between her thighs and my nose was right in front of her opening. I almost exploded right there. Stacy told me to take them. She then pulled her shirt over her head and threw it on the floor. Her stark white bra was plain compared to the sexy thong she had been wearing. She reached behind her back unclasped her bra. She slowly slid it down and off her arms. I was in awe as I stared at this beautiful naked body. Every inch of her was perfectly toned. Her now exposed tits were perky. Her nipples appeared hard as a rock.
She leaned back so we were opposite of each other and continued to rub her pussy. Our hips were just inches apart. Each of our eyes were fixed on watching the other person pleasure themselves. We continued to masturbate like this for several minutes.
Stacy then moved so that she was sitting between my legs. Her pussy was only a few inches from my dick. She draped her legs over the top of mine. The feeling of her soft legs against mine sent a wave of pleasure through my body.
I closely watched as she slid her middle two fingers in and out of her moist pussy. I could see that she was getting wetter and wetter. It looked so soft and warm to the touch. She slowly slid her wet fingers out of her pussy, dragged them up her lower abdomen and across her tits before sticking her tongue out and softly taste her own juices. She lustfully stared at me and licked them very slowly like a lollipop. She slid her fingers back in her pussy and started to squeeze her two fingers against the ribbed upper surface of her inner vagina while simultaneously the meaty part of her palm massaged her clit gently. Once her fingers were buried deep inside, she started to use her other hand to bounce back and forth rigorously left and right across her clit. On occasion she would use her first two fingers and gently squeeze her clit between them. This movement must have been very sensitive because she would arch her body and tilt her head back while you could see all of her abdomen muscles tightening up as her bent knees spread wide apart in ecstasy. I could see that her eyes were closing and her mouth was opening to gasp for air between verbal moans. I pretended that I was the one that made her feel this way.
The desire izmir escort I was feeling was overwhelming and I wanted to be inside her more than I can put into words. My pleasure was building with every stroke and I was getting close. I could tell that she was getting close too. I started stroking my dick faster now. I had forgotten I still had the purple thong wrapped around my shaft with the head exposed. Precum had beaded up on the tip of my swollen head and was beginning to run down the side and onto her thong. This was all too much to handle. I was in complete awe when I saw that her eyes were again fixated on watching me stroke my dick. Her moaning was gradually becoming louder and she was clearly getting off on watching me touch myself as well which I did not expect.
I felt the pressure building quickly now and I knew there was no stopping it. I tilted my head back and let out a slight groan as I started to give in to my release. It was more powerful and intense than I had experienced in a long while. The first burst of shot up and landed on Stacy’s leg. The remaining cum landed on my lower stomach.
As soon as I was done, Stacy laid all the way back on the bed and closed her eyes. She removed her fingers from her pussy and her fingers found their way to one of her left breast. She forcefully rolled her nipple between her fingertips. I was amazed at how rough she was treating herself. Her other hand was feverishly rubbing her clit with all 4 fingers now in rapid succession. I could feel her legs tighten up as they flexed down hard on mine. She was now moaning loudly. Her hips started to rock up and down in a jerking fashion as the waves of pleasure washed over her. I watched as the lips of her pussy convulsed first quickly, then slowly and some wetness trickled down and dripped in between her butt cheeks and onto the bed.
As her body recovered from the intense orgasm I was surprised when she continued to slowly rub her fingers over her pussy. She reached over with her free hand began rubbing my thigh. I reached over and began rubbing my hands over her calves. Her fingers returned to her clit. I slowly rubbed her legs as she continued to pleasure herself, I began sliding my hands up farther until they were on her thighs. I began firmly rubbing the tops of her thighs. I could tell that this external touch was exciting her. I gradually slid my hands down to her inner thigh. My fingers were rubbing the soft skin just inches from her aching pussy. Stacy’s legs and hips were slowly gyrating as I rubbed. It didn’t take long until a second, more powerful orgasm began to pulse through her body. Her hand on my thigh began to tighten up and her fingers were grasping my muscles. Her hips raised into the air as the sudden powerful burst of pleasure surged through her body. It was short but clearly intense and resulted in a loud but quick cry of pleasure from her mouth.
We both laid there completely spent and satisfied for several minutes. Stacy giggled to herself before sitting up with her long hair draping messily around her shoulders and breasts. She mentioned that she loved when she felt completely numb like she did now from the waist down. That is when she knows it was intense. She removed the purple thong that was still laying on top of my softening dick. She used it to wipe the cum off her leg. She then reached over and wiped the cum from my body as well. The tiny thong was completely soaked when she finished cleaning up.
I stood up and began to get dressed. As I began to button my pants, Stacy stood up and leaned in close to me. Our faces were inches apart. She still had a passionate look in her eyes. While continuing to look into my eyes, she took the pink thong she had been wearing earlier and slid it into my waistband. She grinned and told me she wanted me to use them the next time I masturbated.
I know I’m going to truly enjoy having them later as I replay what just happened in my mind.