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Authors name: blacklaceguy14 (blacklaceguy14@hotmail.com)
Story title : Kyle and Mrs. Andrews
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Kyle and Mrs. Andrews (MF, rom, work)
by blacklaceguy14 (blacklaceguy14@hotmail.com)
***
A story of seduction, an older woman who works in fine
lingerie, gives a younger man an education in pleasing
women. Based upon my own experience. Sadly Mrs. Andrews
and I are no more, and besides we're both a lot older
now.
***
It had been a long Friday. Mrs. Andrews had been her
usual efficient self, quietly getting on with all the
letters and calls that needed to be done that day. Now
it had come to 6pm she and Kyle, her young boss, sat
together facing each other at the meeting table in his
office sharing a well earned cup of coffee surmising on
the day as they usually did before leaving for home.
For Kyle this was the best bit of his working day.
There was peace and quiet, most of the other employees
having left for the weekend. He was very fond of his
secretary; they were more friends than boss and
employee.
Having worked for the company since the year dot, Mrs.
Andrews not only looked after him when he first became
sales director, guiding him behind the scenes through
the corporate maze to even greater successes, she still
looked pretty good for her age.
She looked more than good; she looked positively hot
from where Kyle was sitting. Slim, with thick short
blonde streaked hair, a pert bust and long, long legs
that were now elegantly crossed, she looked a good 10
years younger than her actual 52 years and he had
secretly desired her body.
As for Mrs. Andrews, she knew Kyle spent at least half
his working day eyeing her, fantasising about what lay
beneath her smart, but conservative business suits. He
fancied her and she knew it, but she was a
professional, there were ethics involved here and she
believed it was best policy not to mess on your own
doorstep.
Besides he was 25 years younger than her, nevertheless,
she too felt the electricity in their friendship, the
sort of electric that sometimes made her wet between
her legs.
Kyle did indeed wonder what lay beneath Mrs. Andrews'
clothes. Beautifully proportioned, smart, casual or
formal she was the kind of woman who looked good
whatever she chose to wear over her body. However, to
the delight of Kyle, Mrs. Andrews always wore spike
heels to the office, 4 inches at least, arching her
feet to tighten her shapely calves in a very
tantalising way. He also knew she wore deep lace slips
and stockings.
Not only did he spot the bump of her suspenders
sometimes when she wore a tight skirt, but was often
given a discreet flash of lace frill or stocking top
when she reached up or bent down around the office in
the course of her duties. If she spent a particularly
long time at the filing cabinets, it wasn't unknown for
him to get so aroused just looking at her and getting
lingering peeks of her lace slip or stocking tops, he'd
have to disappear to the toilet, lock a cubical and
wank himself off.
Both Mrs. Andrews and Kyle felt particularly pleased
today, they'd worked hard as a team to deliver the
latest sales report to the Chief Exec and it looked
good. Cause for celebration. Their chat was
inconsequential.
"We'll have to get someone in to look at that fax
machine, it went on the blink again just after lunch,"
she said, slowly crossing her legs and noticing how
Kyle automatically snatched a quick look down at her
long limbs.
"Sure, I'll call the building services manager
tomorrow," he replied, his eyes darting to more neutral
territory in the form of his coffee cup.
"While you're at it, get them to turn the heating down.
It's been like an oven in here today. Hasn't anybody in
the basement noticed that winter is over?" To emphasise
her point, Mrs. Andrews slipped off her jacket.
Today she was wearing matching lemon coloured skirt and
jacket which were offset by a black silk blouse and
barely black 10 denier stockings with, of course, her
usual very high black spike heels. Kyle savoured her
breasts as they pushed against her blouse making the
silk material go taught. In the spirit of the moment he
removed his tie and undid the top two buttons of his
shirt.
Now Mrs. Andrews' top was off he could just discern the
outline of her slip underneath. It was crush on his
Aunt Jane when he was just thirteen that had given him
his love of women far older than himself along with a
passion for their lingerie, especially lace slips. Aunt
Jane had come to stay with his folks and was less than
discreet when she went to her bedroom to get dressed or
undressed. From the top of the stairs he found could
spy on her through the half open door.
Kyle's reward were uninterrupted views of his tall,
elegant Aunt as she paraded around the room, usually in
her lace slips, putting on her garter belts, attaching
her stockings, slipping in and out of her panties and
much more besides. Such delicious and tantalising
sights had become the source of many of Kyle's early
masturbatory fantasies.
"Tomorrow we need to do something about the Haskins
account," said Kyle as he reached for a file on the
table. But as he slid the folder off the table it
caught Mrs. Andrews' coffee cup and sent it flying. In
a flash she jumped up, but not before coffee splashed
in a big brown streak across her lemon skirt.
"Sorry, I'm so sorry..." spluttered Kyle. "Here let me
get a tissue." He leapt up and went to his desk.
"It's OK, don't worry." She smiled reassuringly. "I'll
pop to the ladies loo and wash it out. I'll be back in
a minute."
She returned a few minutes later, her skirt now looking
even worse for wear.
"It's no good," she announced. "I can't go home on the
train looking like this. I'll have to dry it out first
on the radiator. You don't mind do you?"
For a moment Kyle was lost for something to say.
"Well...I...er...no...I mean..."
"Good!" Without further ado she undid and stepped out
of her skirt, placing it over the radiator. Kyle
couldn't believe his eyes. In contrast, Mrs. Andrews
couldn't believe the very obvious bulge she'd caused in
Kyle's trousers and secretly smiled to herself. "Oh
look, it's gone over my blouse too!" she added quickly.
"I think I ought to pop that on the radiator for a bit
as well."
Now She stood in front of him in nothing but an
exquisite, very sheer black slip that did little to
conceal the equally exquisite underwear that lay
underneath, her hands clasped in front of her
deferentially and perhaps protectively with a coy smile
nevertheless.
"Well, do you like my slip?" she asked before doing a
mock curtsey and a quick twirl on her heels. "It's
new."
"You look...well, stunning," Kyle mumbled practically
glued to his chair.
"You're not embarrassed are you?"
"I...er..."
"Well don't be! I adore the lace frill on the bottom.
Do you?" She bent slightly and lifted the hem of her
slip to examine it closer and in doing so revealed a
glimpse of her stocking tops and bare thighs. "It's
such an intricate pattern of interwoven flowers, I just
don't know how they manage to make anything so
delicate. I find lace so erotic, don't you?"
"Well, I.er.do," Kyle replied feeling the colour rush
to his cheeks. He simply couldn't believe that the
woman of his fantasies was now standing in front of him
in the sexiest of lingerie totally unabashed. Her legs
were even more beautiful than he'd imagined, topped by
long, firm thighs. Her figure, now fully exposed, was
even more feminine and shapely than he had ever
imagined. Her bust sexier, encased as it was in the
lace of her slip.
"I know you like my slips, would you like to take a
closer look at the hem you've only been able to admire
from a distance?"
"What?"
"I know you like my slips, I've seen you looking...and
I've been happy to let you look." She gave a coy smile
again and began walking slowly and seductively on her
spike heels until she stood directly in front of him.
"Come on," she said, looking him straight in the eye,
"take a closer look. I know you want to."
Kyle hesitated, then tentatively reached forward to
take the hem of Mrs. Andrews' slip in between his
fingers. He leant forward slightly, feeling compelled
to lift the hem to his nose. He inhaled the aroma, a
curiously heady mixture of Mrs. Andrews' perfume and
own body scent. She ruffled his hair with her fingers
and he instinctively drew close to her.
Dropping the hem of the slip he began by putting his
arms around her waist and pressed his left cheek
against the warm, silky material that covered her
midriff.. She now held his head, pressing him tightly
against her body so he could feel her suspender belt
underneath pressing on his face as he slowly lowered
his arms down so they came to rest around the back of
her nylon clad legs.
He then slid his hands higher up the back of her thighs
to the bare flesh where her stockings ended. Although
sexually aroused beyond his wildest fantasies, he also
felt very contented from being so close to this
extraordinarily beautiful older woman.
After a moment had passed she could feel his body begin
to relax and she simply said, "Kiss me."
Kyle looked up her. He felt like he was in a wonderful
dream from which he never wanted to awake. But he knew
this incredible experience was real when she smiled
reassuringly and ruffled his hair again. Slowly Kyle
stood up, opened his arms and gently embraced the
gorgeous Mrs. Andrews. Their lips brushed. The moment
was electric. Within a second the kiss became long,
deep and very passionate as their hands hastily
explored each other's bodies in unrestrained lust.
Not afraid to take the initiative, she began to fumble
with the zip of Kyle's trousers and was rewarded by at
last being able feeling his powerful erection in her
hands for the first time. She guided it so that it now
pressed against the material that covered her groin
which now ached with it's own lust. Unlike many other
women, especially of her age, when she was aroused,
Mrs. Andrews' natural juices genuinely flowed like a
river. She was soaking and was conscious of the wetness
between her legs, which she could feel dribbling down
her inner thighs and this only served to excite her
even more.
Kyle too was reaching new and fresh heights of arousal,
his cock pushing hard against the silky material of her
exquisite slip and the panties beneath which were all
that separated him from her moist vagina.
Feeling more confident now, he lowered his hands and
raised the back of her slip so that he could touch her
behind through the nylon material of her panties and
discovered that the well rounded and very shapely
buttocks he'd once only been able to admire from afar
were firm, yet still pleasantly supple. Going a step
further, he slid his hands under the sheer material to
feel for himself the warm flesh that lay beneath and as
he did so, she let out a little moan of obvious
pleasure.
Mrs. Andrews' wanted more. As they continued a frenzy
of passionate kisses, she began to pull down her
knickers. Kyle assisted and they fell to a rest just
above her knees. She pulled her slip up, inviting him
now to press his stiffness against that most intimate
part of her body, which was now exposed before his
rampant cock. He didn't need any further encouragement,
pushing his manhood hard against her, enjoying the
coarse sensation given by the rich mound of pubic hair
rubbing against the length of his cock and balls.
Pulling away, he placed the fingers of his right hand
between her legs and was genuinely surprised to
discover how wet she was down there as he rubbed
between the folds of her labia before gently pushing
his index finger deep inside. She let out an audible
gasp of pleasure in response to this most intimate, but
welcome invasion of her body.
His fingers expertly manipulated her vagina, mixing
finger penetration with gentle caresses of her
clitoris. To give him better access, she shook her
panties to the floor and stepped out of them, placing
her legs further apart, revelling in his attentions.
If she'd let herself, she could have cum there and
then, but she wanted this moment of unbridled lust to
continue. Kyle drew close to her again, fumbling with
some urgency to place his swollen organ between her
legs, he was already rubbing the length of his cock
against the moist lips of her vaginal opening.
Suddenly she pulled away and for a moment he looked
crestfallen. Why was he being rejected? But she smiled
her smile again and without a word knelt before him,
opened her lips and took his penis into her mouth.
His hands pressing on the top of her head, she slid him
in and out of her mouth savouring the inherent strength
and unique taste of his cock, which provided a welcome
and very arousing tribute to this young man's naked
lust for her 52-year-old body. While the fingers of her
right hand circled the base of his organ, so the
fingers of her left clasped and gently massaged his
balls.
A gradual quickening of his breathing signalled his
readiness to ejaculate, but this would be far too soon
for her liking. So she eased her passionate sucking and
licking, reluctantly drawing her head away spending a
second to see and take stock of this magnificent organ
before giving it's head an affectionate peck with her
lips.
"I want you to kiss me now," she purred in a low sexy
voice Kyle had never heard before. Mrs. Andrews' stood,
smoothed down her slip and with a nod of her head
indicated for Kyle to lie on the floor. He took of his
shoes and socks, stepped out of his trousers and pants
and finally removed his shirt.
He proceeded to lie on the floor, hands by his side as
he waited expectantly for her next move. His cock stood
straight, pointing into the air as his eyes greedily
looked up at Mrs. Andrews, savouring every inch of her
shapely body.
She stepped over him, putting her feet either side of
his head and for a moment towered over him so he could
see directly under her slip. He feasted on the sight of
her stocking tops, her white thighs and the bushy pubic
hair beyond that now glistened slightly from her cum.
Mrs. Andrews crouched, then gently lowered herself over
his face so enabling him to see every intimate detail
of her vagina close up. From her perspective, Kyle was
now buried underneath the material of her slip.
In the darkened and delightfully cloistered world Kyle
now found himself, his nostrils were immediately
assailed by her special smell. But he was anxious to
taste her as well. She wanted to keep him waiting, to
tease him with her femininity, but she was beginning to
ache for the release of her orgasm and so pressed her
vagina down on his nose and mouth, extinguishing all
light from his eyes as she practically smothered him.
As she sat erect above him playing with his cock, Kyle
allowed his face to simply be smeared by her rich
mucus, but after a while Kyle began to employ his agile
tongue to good effect, licking her clit rhythmically
while his nose remained buried deep in her vagina. With
all this attention and gently rocking to and fro on her
charge, again Mrs. Andrews felt herself gradually
building towards a powerful climax.
The sensations given her from Kyle's active tongue
could no longer be held a bay, no matter how
pleasurable. There was a wonderful sensation of
pressure building in and around that little rose bud at
the top of her vagina. The snuffling noises he made and
his occasional gasps for oxygen excited her passion
even more.
Her breath quickened and little hoarse noises began to
emanate from the back of her throat. Then it was upon
her. She couldn't help herself as she let out a loud
moan that transformed into a loud cry of undiluted
pleasure, her muscles going in to spasm and sending
powerful shock waves though every inch of her taught
body.
She wanted to pause, to savour, but wanting to be
attentive to the needs of her young lover, she
concentrated instead on quickening the pace of her
fingers. One hand clasped his cock, her long nails
occasionally clawing the hard flesh as she pulled
vigorously, almost violently, to build him to his own
orgasm, while her left hand gently squeezed and
caressed his balls.
His body was writhing beneath her, although his tongue
had now stopped working on her clitoris. But in spite
of his obviously laboured breathing, she pressed her
vagina down hard on his face to almost suffocate him,
her rich and creamy mucus filling his mouth and
nostrils.
A stifled moan preceded the eruption from the tip of
his penis. She quickly angled his organ towards her and
the powerful stream of hot white sperm emanating from
within his cock shot in a spectacular arc and splashed
on to the front of her slip.
She smiled with obvious satisfaction to herself at this
culmination to their love making, smearing the cum with
her fingers over the material. Only the pressure of his
hands on her buttocks, which tried to push her off him,
reminded her that he was now genuinely struggling for
breath beneath her slip. Slowly she relented her
position of supreme power, sliding back over his head
to expose a very wet, yet beaming face to the air once
more.
For a moment they looked at one another silently with a
secret intensity that only two people who have enjoyed
each carnally can do. Then she stood, knees aching and
stiff. Perhaps she was too old for this sort of thing!
But the look of complete contentment on the face of her
young boss, who now lay still on the floor with eyes
closed, convinced her that even if she was, she'd still
have a go the next time.
Although nothing was said, both knew this wouldn't be
the last time they'd work late together at the office
on a Friday.
END
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and a sense of control, especially if they're in the
London UK area and would like a new friend. (The
trouble is I'm no Kyle, I'm 48) lol!
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