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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- 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 Feedback welcomed -from ladies who enjoy fine lingerie 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! blacklaceguy14@hotmail.com * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 25