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It was the last Friday in March. We were having a leaving party at work for Simon, who was moving to another office after having worked as my assistant for the last two years. I was sorry to see him go. We had got along very well and despite our age difference had flirted with each other a few times. We had never allowed the friendship to go beyond those brief flirts -- apart from a dance and kiss at the firm's Christmas parties.

As it was Simon's last day I'd made more of an effort dressing for work. I wore a short-sleeved red blouse that had a low cut neckline and through which my red lacy bra could just be made out if you looked closely (and I was sure some of the men at the office would be doing just that). I wore a tailored black and red patterned skirt that came to just below my knees, and red shoes with a small heel. Under the skirt I was wearing black thigh high nylons and red lacy panties.

During the party Simon and I wandered down a corridor and into an empty office. The alcohol had affected both of us and we ended up in quite a passionate clinch. Our mouths pressed together and our tongues engaged in the age-old wrestle. I also felt his hands stroking my body through my clothes and could feel myself reacting to his touch.

When I felt the warmth of his fingers against my skin it sent a tremor through my body. He pulled my body against his and I could feel his erection between us. I unlocked my arms from around his neck and unclamped my lips from his. I moved backwards creating space between us until I was resting against a desk.

Simon hands immediately moved to the buttons on my blouse and undid them one-by-one. Once they were all undone his hands reached inside and cupped my breasts through my bra. His thumbs played across my nipples and they reacted by pushing against the silky material, becoming more prominent by the second. I was biting my bottom lip and revelling in the pleasure coursing through my body.

Simon moved closer, between my slightly parted legs as he continued to tease my nipples. I managed to remove my hands from the desk and reached down towards his trousers. I loosened his belt, then the clasp on his trousers and, finally, lowered his zip.

At the back of my mind something was screaming at me telling me to stop but I couldn't help myself. I managed to lower his trousers over his hips and with a little shake himself he caused them to drop down his thighs. I ran my hand over the front of his boxers and he moaned with pleasure.

I could find no buttons or hole through which I could delve so I took hold of the waistband of his boxers and eased them out and over the head of his erection. I carefully eased his underwear down his legs until they met his trousers.

I reached down and finally touched his cock. The coolness of my fingers caused him to moan again. As my fingers touched the head of his cock I felt pre-cum leaking from the slit. I had the presence of mind to worry about my skirt so I momentarily released his cock, loosened my skirt and let it fall to the floor. As it pooled it my feet, I kicked it out of the way.

That day I had worn thigh high stockings to work and when Simon looked down he looked like the cat that had got the cream. His hands immediately left my breasts and dropped to my legs. His fingers played over my nylons and my exposed skin. I sensed a little nervousness on his part but I I was enjoying what he was doing.

Simon moved forward and, grasping my bum, pulled my panty-clad mound against his cock. I ground myself against him a couple of times and heard his moan "Oh God" then, all of a sudden, his cock twitched and I felt a warm wetness on my stomach. He jerked against me and I felt more moisture.

He started apologising but I just reached down between us and stroked his cock a couple of times, working the final drops out of him. I lifted my hand to my mouth and, with him watching, I licked it clean, making it plain to him that I was enjoying it. I also gathered a dollop from my stomach and repeated the tasting in the hope that it would help him stay aroused and focussed on the need to help me.

Just then, though, there was a noise in the corridor outside the office. We both looked towards the door and realised that it was partially open. I was sure we had closed it behind us but we could hear the voices of other party-goers seemingly heading towards us.

It was a bit of a scramble. I wiped myself quickly with a tissue from a box that was on the desk then retrieved my skirt. I moved off to one side of the office (hidden behind the door) to put my skirt back on and to fasten my blouse. Meanwhile Simon pulled his underwear and trousers back up his legs. He had just fastened his belt as the door opened a bit further and I heard someone say something to Simon.

Simon acknowledged Tom and explained that he had been making a 'phone call to his girlfriend. I kept quiet as Simon moved to the door and then left the office. I waited a short while then made my way to bağcılar escort the ladies. I freshened myself up then re-joined the party feeling a certain level of frustration.

Eventually the party wound down. We all said goodbye to Simon and I have to admit that my pussy was pulsing as I gave him his goodbye hug.

I made my may back to the office to clear away the detritus of the party. I was surprised to find myself with three of the more mature men in the office (Tom, Peter