The Office MILF Ch. 03

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Felicity.


I woke with a start. Sweating. Sunlight was streaming through my bedroom window, my erect penis was spasming. Cum was squirting onto my chest and streaming down my belly.


Fuck! I had a wet dream. That hadn't happened since I was seventeen!


Felicity, the office milf, had been bending over her desk, skirt around her hips, panties pulled down to her knees. I had stood behind her, pushed my penis into her beautiful, slimy, pink gash and fucked the shit out of her - until I woke up, cumming.


I sleep naked. In the middle of a hot Summer, I don't even cover myself with a sheet. Small mercy. I went to the bathroom, wiped the cum off with some toilet paper and took a hot shower.


Upon arrival at work, I stopped by the kitchenette and made myself a cup of tea. As I walked to my desk, I noticed Felicity had not yet arrived. I switched my PC on and leaned back for a sip of tea whilst it booted. It was another roasting hot day.


"Meeting in the conference room in ten minutes."


That was Sheila, the foghorn. Shit, I had a lot of work to get through, why did we have to have so many stupid meetings.


Ten minutes later, we all filed into the conference room. Felicity smiled at me but we didn't speak.


Tom, our manager, spoke:


"I've called this meeting to let you know that after all your bitching and moaning about dress codes, we are going to relax it for the sake of the environment -and our budget. We will be adjusting the air-conditioning. As of today, the thermostat will be raised to 24 C. However, we will allow anyone who wants to wear appropriate shorts and short-sleeve and open neck shirts with no tie."


Sheila piped up "But what about us women? What benefit is that to us?"


"Sheila, you are well aware that all female members of staff have always been allowed to wear skirts and blouses. That is far more comfortable than anything the men have been allowed to wear -until now, that is. What do you want me to say? You can wear a bikini to work? I think not."


I was distracted thinking about Felicity in a bikini at her desk. I looked over. She gave a small, knowing smirk.


The meeting let out and we all went back to work. I cycled home at lunch and changed into a pair of mid-thigh, khaki shorts. Arriving back at the office I was confronted by Tom.


Looking at my shorts: "What the fuck? Don't take the piss. You know they aren't appropriate. Tomorrow, if you're wearing shorts: no shorter than your knees. Understand?"


Faking humility, I indicated to him that I understood and walked to my desk. As I passed Felicity, she whistled gently. I smiled to myself.


Mid-afternoon tea break arrived. Felicity stopped by and asked if I would like a cup of tea. I replied that I would love one. I watched appreciatively as she walked away, her bubble-butt moving the material of her mid-thigh length skirt, in the most inciting manner.


A few minutes later she arrived back, carefully balancing two full cups of tea.


"I put milk in it, you wanted milk right?"


"Yep, just milk, no sugar. That's great, thanks."


I took my cup from her and pushed back from my desk. She walked to my desk. Turning to face me, she propped herself on the edge of the desk and took a sip of tea. As I sipped my tea, my eyes dropped to her plumply smooth and silky thighs. I felt the stirring of an erection. Shit! That couldn't happen, not with these shorts.


Oh no! She had noticed where I was looking.


"Ahem." She cleared her throat.


"Oh sorry, I was distracted."


"Ha, yeah! It looks like you were."


She jutted her chin towards my crotch, where the beginnings of a bulge was starting to make itself known.


"I like this hot weather, how about you?"


"Well, it's nice now that we can wear shorts."


"I like skirts, they're even more comfortable than shorts."


At this, she scooted herself back so she was properly sitting on my desk. I was mesmerised by the way her thighs spread out to touch each other as they squashed against the desk.


"Ha, yeah, I wouldn't mind wearing a kilt in this heat, but I reckon Tom would have a kenipshen."


"A kilt eh? Aren't you supposed to go commando when you wear them?"


"I suppose it's traditional, but obviously, you don't have to. Its probably nice and cool though."


"It is."


"What do you mean it is? When have you worn a kilt?"


"Don't need a kilt to go commando."


Saying this, Felicity raised her eyebrows and smirked at me.


"Bulshit."


"You think so? I'm going commando now."


The bulge in my shorts enlarged significantly as my penis pushed out of its foreskin. My balls tightened.


"Bullshit, prove it!"


She sat staring at me for a moment then looked around the office. It was empty; everyone else was outside catching some sun on the break. Then she started to slowly spread her thighs apart. I watched transfixed as the creamy fat of her inside thighs slowly spread towards her crotch. My penis grew down along my inside leg. She raised her skirt a bit higher in front. I saw bush! The head of my penis pushed out from the right leg of my shorts. She spread her legs wide and there is was, her beautiful gash. Just as imagined, red and swollen labia, obviously turned on.


I pulled the leg of my shorts back and exposed the full throbbing, veiny length of my cock. Felicity licked her lips.


"Well, look at that. What are we going to do now?"


"Meet me in the bathroom?" I blurted hopefully.


She smiled, "Not today. But you can have a quick lick if you like."


I needed no second invitation, I dropped to my knees and buried my nose in her glorious quim. It smelled good. My cock was throbbing.


"Make it quick!" She ordered.


"They'll be back soon."


I stuck two fingers in to massage her G spot and circled her clit with my tongue. As I performed cunnilingus on Felicity, reached down and masturbated myself.


"It's taking too long."


Felicity pushed my face aside and began to quickly finger herself. I stood up and began to masturbate hard, directly in front of her. She was watching me wank while I watched her frig herself.


I felt my balls begin to spasm.


"I'm gonna cum. Can I cum on you?"


"Go for it."


I positioned my cock in front of her pussy and blasted a white stream directly onto her bush. She pulled her lips apart and another stream of my cum squirted right between, then another and another until I my balls ached and I was done.


She frigged herself quickly again as I stuck my fingers inside her once more. She started shuddering on the desk and I felt her pussy clamping down on my fingers. I looked at her face, her head was back and her eyes were rolled so I could only see the whites. She made a deep animal sound and slowly settled.


Voices. Shit! They were coming back. I pulled my shorts leg back into position. Felicity hopped off the desk and pulled her skirt down. Reaching underneath, she wiped and brought out a handful of cum and slime. She looked at me, then reached in my waste-paper basket and wiped it clean.


We pretended to go back to work as the others streamed in.