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by Hard Rider
had seen her before. She was hard to miss. Her Reddish/Blonde hair hung to just the top of her shoulders and her striking brown eyes glittered. She smiled easily as she chatted with her friends and co-workers. A smile that would light up any room she was in.
Her attire, while not provocative, was not conservative either. She wore a business jacket over what appeared to be a silk shirt. The jacket was a little tight, and her large breasts were clearly outlined.
Her skirt, while not too short, was always flared or ruffled so that when she walked it would swing, emphasizing her full hips moving underneath. Her ass was high and firm, swaying side to side. Not blatant, but an underlying sexuality that could not be denied. Black stockings and black high heels completed the ensemble. Professional, but very sexy.
She was no Ally McBeale, skinny girl. The only word to describe her was lush. As a forest rich in green growth, this woman was rich in the things that make a woman desirable to men.
I worshiped her from afar, never having the courage to approach her. Then I chanced to see her on the stair.
I decided one day to take the stairs instead of waiting for the elevator in our building. When I entered the stairwell, I heard the clicking of heels on the steps above me. As I turned to climb the first flight, I was welcomed with a glorious sight. I had the clearest view imaginable directly up the skirt of the goddess I worshiped.
Her legs flexed sexily as she climbed from step to step and the heels made her ass wobble a little. The stockings were attached to garters, which disappeared into the darkness near her waist. There, barely covered by her panties was the ass I dreamed of, and as she climbed her mound winked at me from between her thighs, cased in thin silk, wispy hairs peeking out from the sides.
I was in heaven. I drew back a little, hoping that she could not see me gawking at her and followed her discreetly up the stairs.
I was able to escape unobserved after a wonderfully erotic trip up the stairs. I felt confident that she did not know I was behind her, so nothing between us changed, on the surface.
I was now completely smitten with this woman. I began to anticipate her arrival at the office and always tried to follow her with my eyes whenever she walked near me, that lovely wobble feeding my fantasies and warming my libido. Not to mention the fact that I often had to hide a hard-on caused by my thoughts of lust towards her.
One day as I watched her, I saw her moving towards the stairwell. Hurriedly, I scampered after her. I entered the stairwell as she turned the first flight, and was again rewarded with the beautiful sight of her ass.
Again, the stockings and garters disappeared under her skirt, but this time, only a thin strip of a satin thong parted the supple cheeks of her ass. Her cheeks rolled side to side as she climbed the stairs, tugging the thong against her mound. I could see the fabric tightly molding against the outer lips of her pussy with each step. I took a sharp breath as the sensuality of it overcame me.
Suddenly, she stopped! I dove back around the corner of the lower stair hoping and praying that she had not seen me. She remained there for a few moments before continuing her climb to the next floor.
My heart was racing, but as the fear of discovery wore off, I realized that my cock was stone hard and throbbing. I waited a few moments to catch my breath and let my cock soften before continuing my climb to the next floor.
After my narrow escape, I decided to try to avoid the stairs for a few days. I continued to observe her closely when she came near me, but I stayed away from the stairs.
It seemed to me that I was seeing her more often than normal. She seemed to be always in my sight, walking past the large glass windows that enclosed my office, in the break room while I was getting coffee. She was always cordial but no more. It was driving me crazy.
Finally, my curiosity and lust got the better of me, and I looked for an opportunity to visit the stairwell again.
It did not take long. The next day, I saw my beauty head for the stairs and soon I was in pursuit. I quietly closed the stairwell door and turned to climb the stairs. There was the ass of my dreams.
Initially, I was disappointed. It seems that she had worn pantyhose that day. I generally do not find pantyhose very exciting. They cover up more than they reveal and tend to encase the ass of the wearer so that it appears to one round lump instead of the two glorious half moons that make up the derriere.
Just as I was about to leave, disappointed, I realized that she was not wearing any panties! The pantyhose were very sheer, almost invisible. They sheathed her legs like a second skin and fit snugly against the lips of her womanhood. Her tuft of red hair was visible and her pussy lips seemed to open a little with each step. My hard-on returned with a vengeance.
As she reached the top step of the final flight, she stopped, her left leg poised on the top step and the right on the lower. I froze, but made no attempt to hide. I was sure that from her angle she could not see me.
She slowly bent over and clasped her left ankle with both hands, slowly sliding them up the nylon, pulling them slightly as if they had been bagging around the ankle. The effect was to completely uncover her ass to my view and press the spreading lips of her pussy against the thin nylon for me to see.
I was enraptured. Switching legs, she repeated the action providing me a different, but no less erotic view. This completed, she climbed the last step and exited the stairwell.
I stood still for a few moments, trying to catch my breath, completely overcome by the lust I felt for this woman I hardly knew. The thought of her completely filling my mind. The desire for her driving all rationality out of me.
I had no clue what I was going to do next.
Again, I resolved to myself that I would not return to the stairwell. I felt like I was stalking her and was more than a little ashamed of my voyeuristic lusts and invasion of her privacy.
However, as much as I tried to push her from my mind, she seemed to be everywhere. I could not turn around without seeing her. She started showing up in my office more, running little errands for the other staff that brought her into close contact with me.
Each time she would enter my office, she knocked and asked if she was disturbing me before placing the paperwork requiring my signature in front of me. She would stand there, at my side awaiting my approval.
I could smell her. Her musky perfume rose from her like the scent of an animal in heat, quickening my pulse and ignighting my lustful thoughts. The battle between my rational mind and my animal desires raged.
One morning, I came in early to catch up on some paperwork. The office was deserted and I settled down to work undisturbed. As I worked, I heard the front office door open and shut. I looked up from my work to see her striding into the office wearing a rather plain white dress. It was sleeveless and fell almost to the knee. A little conservative for her, I thought, but I turned quickly back to my work.
I could hear her moving about the office, making coffee in the break room, turning on the copy machine, getting ready for the day, but I kept doggedly at my task, pushing thoughts of her from my mind.
Suddenly, I realized that I could no longer hear her, so I looked up from my work and out of the windows of my office. She was standing silently, looking out the large windows of the building at the morning sun rising, her hair aflame with the flickering rays.
Suddenly, the sun cleared the horizon and she was enveloped a halo of sunbeams. It was at that point, I realized that her dress had become virtually transparent, and it was obvious that she was wearing nothing underneath.
My mouth dropped open and I stared unabashedly, drinking in her curves outlined against the sun. Her soft round mound was visible between her legs and I was again filled with unspeakable lust.
At that moment, she looked over her shoulder, directly at me! I flushed red at having been caught staring at her, but she smiled a little grin and walked slowly away from the window towards her desk.
Any work I had planned to do that day was forgotten. I spent the remainder of the day fighting the memory of her naked outline against the bright morning sun. Competing thoughts of shame and lust raged in my mind, keeping me from concentrating on anything productive.
I made some excuses to my boss about having come in early and left before quitting time, unable to focus on anything but the memory of her. As I left, I passed her desk. "Are you OK?" she asked. I mumbled something about not feeling well and started away. " I hope you feel better", she said with her dazzling smile, "Maybe you'll see me tomorrow".
What the hell did that mean?
I did not sleep a much that night. When I did, my dreams were filled with her. Remembrances of her panties, her ass moving as she climbed the stairs, her outline against the sun. I awoke each time with a raging erection to toss and turn until I finally fell asleep only to be revisited by her in my dreams.
I called in sick the next day to try to sort out my thoughts. I was after all a single guy. She was an attractive single woman. Why not try to make some overture towards her I thought. Then the guilt of my voyeurism would creep into my mind, telling me that I was some kind of pervert and she would reject me. After wrestling with my thoughts all day, I came to a decision. I would ask to see her socially away from the office.
With this decision settled, I slept that night peacefully.
The next day was Friday, casual day at work. I dressed in an old pair of black Levi 501 jeans, black cowboy boots, and a gray polo shirt. As I looked at myself in the mirror, I thought I looked pretty good. I was ready to act.
When I got to work, I was disappointed to see that she was not at her desk. I wanted to wait for her, but having been out the day before, I had to get started on my work.
I worked steadily through the morning. My new peace of mind allowed me to concentrate fully on the task at hand, and only when I paused to relax for a minuet, did she enter my mind. I was intent on speaking to her today.
I did not see her at lunch, and I was beginning to wonder if she were at work. About one, I received a call from my boss's secretary. I was wanted upstairs.
I grabbed my paperwork and instinctively opened the door leading into the stairwell. As I turned to ascend the first flight of stairs, I saw her sitting on the top step, clad in a short tennis skirt, blouse, and tennis shoes. Her legs were slightly parted and the view up her skirt was clear: she was not wearing panties and the red spray of her hair that topped her pouting lips was clearly visible.
"Do you realize how long I've been waiting for you?" she said.
I gasped and took a step back, flushing red faced. I began to stammer some kind of excuse and apology, but she just smiled. "Do you really think I didn't know you were watching me", she asked. I opened and closed my mouth, trying to think of something to say, but only succeeded in looking like some sort of beached fish, gasping for breath.
She patted the step beside her where she sat. "Sit down", she said, "Let's talk". I told her that I was expected in the boss's office. She laughed, white teeth and glittering eyes lighting her face. "That was me. I got tired of waiting for you!" I sat down confused.
" I thought you had followed me up the stairs, looking up my dress the first time, because I saw you come out of the stairwell after me" she said. "I was a little embarrassed, but the thought of you looking at me, at my ass and panties excited me." She blushed slightly, as though she had never verbalized this thought before and doing so excited her more. "So, I decided to give you a show."
She swiftly recounted, from her perspective, the encounters on the stairs. "I deliberately stooped to smooth my pantyhose, knowing that you would be able to see all of me. I even trimmed my pussy hair so you could get a better view!"
"The thought of you watching me made me really horny, and I tried to find ways to be closer to you, to tease you and to drive you mad with desire for me." She blushed again and I assured her that she had succeeded, my own face reddening.
"When I wore the white dress and I knew you had seen all of me, it excited me so much that I had to go to the ladies room and, you know, touch myself!" Her cheeks colored again and I told her I understood. I did not tell her how many times I had relieved myself just thinking of her.
We were like two teenagers, madly in lust, but not sure what to do next.
We sat for some moments in silence, not really knowing what to say. Finally, she abruptly broke the silence. "So, you wanna fuck or what!", she said with a nervous giggle. This time she blushed crimson, her face becoming near the color of her hair and even her knees turned a shade of pink.
Silently, I took her hand and led her to the last flight of stairs, above the highest occupied floor near the roof exit. We sat on the top step and she began to nervously chatter. I stopped her words with a kiss.
Her lips were soft and moist and, as I kissed her, a small shiver ran down her back. After a time, our lips parted. "Oh God!", she said. I kissed her again. Her lips parted and her tongue sought mine. Her mouth was warm and wet and our tongues batted like swordsmen. Her breath quickened and she pressed herself into my embrace. Again, our lips parted.
I leaned back to look at her. Her eyes were glittering and her wet lips were parted slightly. Her face was flushed, not with embarrassment this time, but with desire. I reached out and softly touched her face and neck. She closed her eyes and moaned slightly. I allowed my hand to continue downward, lightly brushing against her breast. She gasped and, holding my hand, moved it against her.
I massaged her left breast through the thin fabric of her blouse, feeling her nipple harden against my hand. I reached down and pulled the blouse free from her skirt to gain access to her. In one motion, she pulled it over her head exposing her tits to me.
She wore no bra, and her tits were large and firm. The areolas were half-dollar sized, pink as cotton candy and puckered tightly so that the nipple stuck out sharply from them. It was my turn to gasp with delight. Taking the right breast in my hand, I massaged it while I encircled her left nipple with my tongue, at first sucking on it as a baby might. She moaned slightly, thrusting her chest towards me. I began to slowly circle the nipple with my tongue, lashing it occasionally with the tip until the little bud was as hard as a pebble. I switched breasts and lavished the same attention on the left. Soon she was panting with desire.
I lay her back on the landing and allowed my hands to explore her belly, slowly sliding down to her pleated skirt. She spread her legs slightly, and I raised her skirt above her waist. Her shaved pussy lips were slightly parted and her clit was beginning to stick up between them. My mouth watered at the thought of licking her.
I positioned myself between her legs and slowly lowered my face to her quim. It seemed to throb, begging to be touched. I extended my tongue and quickly flicked it across her clit. She jumped as if hit by an electric shock and I repeated the flick causing her to jump again. "Oh God!", she moaned through gritted teeth.
I lowered my head and, finding the opening to her pussy, wagged my tongue against it, slightly parting the opening. Moving upward, I found the clit and sucked it slowly into my mouth, across my lips, careful to be gentle with the swollen nub. I licked slowly around her clit in lazy circles, occasionally pressing it between my lips, always maintaining a slight suction on her pussy, keeping her clit in my mouth.
She began to shake and I attacked her clit with abandon, stabbing at it with the tip of my tongue, sliding it around, back and forth as though writing a love letter on her clit. Soon, I could feel her pussy throbbing against my face and could sense her body tensing, preparing for orgasm.
I stole a look at her face, which was contorted with pleasure. She opened her eyes, and with a look of pure lust, placed her hands on my head, pushing it back down firmly between her legs. I smiled to myself and returned to my work. I placed my tongue against the opening of her cunt and, like an ice cream cone, I licked upwards, pressing my tongue against her and finished the stroke with a kiss on her clit.
I repeated this twice while she moaned. I felt a little mean, withholding the orgasm she wanted so badly, so I attacked her clit with renewed vigor, licking and slurping at it as though it were my only source of nourishment.
Her orgasm gathered slowly. Her hips began to thrust against my mouth mashing her clit against my lips. She began to shudder and her breath came in short gasps. Then, her body stiffened and seemed to undulate like a bent saw blade, thrusting upward repeatedly. I could feel her clit throbbing in my mouth and continued to lightly flick it with the tip of my tongue, like butterfly kisses on the cheek.
Suddenly, she froze and grabbing my head again, pushed me away, just out of reach of her clit. I could see her clit throbbing as her orgasm continued and was fascinated to see it moving in the folds of her cunt.
Soon, too soon, it passed. She lay quivering on the landing; her feet planted two steps below, skirt splayed across her belly, looking at me through a haze. I was overcome by desire for this woman. I never wanted to completely fuck anyone more in my entire life.
I stood over her, consumed by lust, my cock stiff and throbbing. She was still in the afterglow of her orgasm as I lowered myself slowly on top of her. She grunted softly as my hips came to rest on hers and the glans of my penis grazed across her slit, seeking the opening of her pussy.
Her eyes opened as I slowly inserted my rigid cock inside her, pausing as the head entered her fully. Her pussy was hot and wet, grasping my dick and trying to suck it in deeper. She thrust her hips upward, but I pulled back, preventing her from driving me deeper into her. I wanted to enjoy every moment of this act.
Slowly, I pushed my cock deeper into her pussy. As I entered, it squeezed me like a hand in a velvet glove, undulating, drawing me deeper into her. I felt my balls come to rest on her ass as I felt the tip of my cock press against the bottom of her hole. I paused again to enjoy the feeling of her cunt muscles quivering against my cock, rippling like a jellyfish on the ocean.
I withdrew all but the head and slowly began to enter her again, seeking her depths until again my balls rest on her ass. Her breath escaped in a sigh and I took this as a sign to pick up the pace.
More quickly, I began to jab into her, mixing short and long strokes, driving my cock in and out, again and again. Her eyes were closed tightly and her breath was coming in gasps. I could feel her body beginning to tense for another orgasm. Her pussy began to grip harder and I could feel her beginning to come. At the bottom of a stroke, I stopped, bent forward, and gently closed my mouth around her right nipple, lightly scraping my teeth across the hard bud.
The result was like pulling the trigger on a gun. She screamed as her orgasm broke all at once, and I smothered her mouth with mine. I thrust my cock as far in as it would go and kept my mouth on hers while her body thrashed against mine, thrusting against me again and again, smashing her clit against me, prolonging her orgasm.
As it began to subside, I gave her no chance to recover. Lifting her legs up to rest on my shoulders, I began to slide my cock into her like a piston, the angle ensuring that the tip of my cock hit her sensitive inner spot at the bottom of each stroke. Her cunt grasped and clutched at my cock as I slammed into her, my balls bouncing against her ass.
I could sense another orgasm building and I knew I was not far behind. My juice boiled in my balls and I could feel it rising in my cock, waiting, begging for release.
Her breathing became sharp and I saw her head tilt back as her orgasm began to sweep across her. Grabbing her ankles off my shoulders with my hands, I spread her legs wide and shoved my cock as deep into her as I could, crushing her clit with my pelvic bone. Her orgasm peaked as jets of hot sperm began to spurt out of my cock, burning deep inside her.
I held still, the wonderful feeling of her cunt squeezing the last drops out of my spurting cock, as both of our orgasms passed. Releasing her legs, I collapsed on top of her, covering her face and neck with tender kisses. She opened her eyes and smiled sweetly. No words were necessary.
We are still together. Who knows, maybe someday we will get married and do the whole domestic thing. She still likes to flash her panties at me because she knows how hot it makes me. And sometimes, we still meet on the stairwell at work...
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