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The Blue Panties

By: Bluepen451



I grabbed the Financial Times and my lunch as I left the office. It was just too nice a day to eat in our dreary cafeteria. Besides, I was hoping a change of scenery would help my concentration.

I had been working on a really boring financial analysis all morning. There was nothing challenging about it, but it was taking a lot of time and effort to make sure all of the data was properly reflected in the analysis—and there were distractions.

Somewhere around 10:00 o'clock my ability to concentrate had begun to fade, and my energy had turned to sexual fantasy. It might have had something to do with the boss' executive assistant, Sheila, who came by about then to make sure I would be done with the analysis by the end of the day. Sheila was a looker, to say the least, tall with long sexy legs, great tits, a mane of thick chestnut colored hair, and a tendency to wear revealing clothes, short skirts and plunging necklines, and dramatic make-up—heavy eye shadow and long lashes, bright red lipstick and nail polish. She looked fresh out of Vogue magazine, but with a more attractive weight than a typical high fashion model. I have always found them too skinny to be really attractive. That was not the case with Sheila. But beneath that ever so attractive exterior there lurked a soul determined to use her looks to dominate and control those around her. She was, to put it mildly, a pain in the ass, if you had to actually work with her, as opposed to simply lusting after her.

I (or more precisely, the financial analysis I was preparing) was clearly high on Sheila's priority list for today. Christ, she could have just sent me an e-mail, but instead she walked down the hall in her tight short dress and her stiletto heels and leaned on my desk with her big tits almost falling out of her blouse and bra. There was no fucking way I could look at her face. All I could do was stare at her tits and try to decide, really, no kidding, were those her areolas I could see peaking over the edge of her bra or was it just my lustful imagination at work? Of course she knew I was lusting after her tits, so she kept talking for a long time. Eventually I had to say something in response, so I pulled my eyes away from her tits, looked up at her face, which had this almost smirky smile, and said something mindless like, "I will have it done in time."

She backed away, sat down in the chair in front of my desk, and crossed her long legs. I was sure that she had deliberately pushed her dress up as she sat down so that I could see what seemed like miles of tanned, bare, sexy legs. She crossed and uncrossed those long legs as she held a lasciviously red painted fingernail up to her mouth like she wanted to suck on it as if it were a cock. Finally she said, "Okay Ricky, I just need to be sure that you will have it to our office by 5:00 PM. Maybe I should come down here and get it?" I hate it when people call me Ricky. My name is Richard.

Fuck, that is all I need, I thought. There is no fucking way I will get it done on time if she is hanging around here with her big tits and her long sexy legs!

"That won't be necessary," I said, in the coldest tone I could muster.

She continued to suck or chew or whatever it was she was doing on her fingernail for a moment and then rose from the chair and leaned over my desk showing me her tits again and said, "Ricky, I guess we will trust you this time," as though she was speaking for the boss, "but don't disappoint me," as though she was the boss.

With that she sashayed out of my cubicle and down the hall to the boss' office. Meanwhile I adjusted my trousers so there was room for the hard-on that our little encounter had caused.

I suppose I should have been pissed by her arrogance, but her visit just made me horny. For the rest of the morning, I was only good for about 10 minutes of continuous focus on the analysis before my mind would turn to fantasies about how I would like to fuck her. My favorite was one in which I fucked her from behind in the boss' office. It was late on a Saturday afternoon and we were both naked. She was leaning over the boss' desk while I stood behind her holding her nice round firm ass and fucking her like mad with her tits swaying back and forth. As I rammed my cock in and out of her sopping cunt, I occasionally slapped her ass hard enough to leave red marks. That kind of thinking is definitely not conducive to careful analysis of a take-over candidate's financial statements.

So, about a quarter to twelve I decided that perhaps a change of scenery would help me regain my concentration. I gathered up my sack lunch and my morning paper and set out to a nearby park. The hope that a change of scenery would get my mind off Sheila and her oversexed body was not realistic. As I walked the four blocks from my office to the park it seemed like every other woman on the street was wearing a short skirt and stiletto heels and had a plunging neckline that was showing me plenty of cleavage. The world was full of Sheilas!

When I got to the park, I walked up to the top of the hill and spread out my FT and my lunch on a picnic table. I had finished my lunch and was actually making some progress in reading my Financial Times and thinking about something other than Sheila's tits. Then I looked up from my reading and saw her walking along the path at the base of the hill. I guess she likes lunch in the park too, I thought. "Fuck, that woman has great legs!" I muttered under my breath as Sheila's presence quickly towed my mind back into the gutter. As I watched her walk through the park, I was asking myself, "How can I be so obsessed with a woman that acts like such a bitch?"

I watched her until she disappeared behind a grove of trees and brush half way down the hill. I wondered where she was going, knowing that there really wasn't any place to picnic back there.

Fuck! My ability to concentrate on anything but my boss' oversexed secretary was gone. I folded up my paper, tossed it and my lunch sack in a trash barrel, and walked briskly down the hill to see what she was up to. Hmm. Some people might call this stalking. Screw it, I thought! I'm curious about what this bitch is up to. I'll make sure she doesn't see me.

I entered into the wooded area from the opposite side that she had gone in by. I moved carefully and quietly, trying to figure out where she had gone, but I couldn't find her. I wondered if perhaps she had just walked straight through. Then I saw a narrow trail that led through the brush down into a little ravine.

"Hmm. I wonder. . ." I said to myself. Why would she go down there? Well, she probably didn't, but I decided to take a look.

I crept slowly down the trail, but the brush was thick, and I couldn't see much of anything. My pulse was pounding. I had to admit that stalking the oversexed bitch was exciting. When I was nearly to the bottom, I heard a sound and froze.

What the hell was that, I wondered?

I heard it again. A soft groan. And then again.

A little to my right there was a small opening in the brush that I thought would let me see what was happening 20 feet below me in the bottom of the ravine. I moved carefully to the hole in the brush and peered down at the glade below me. I froze when I realized what I was looking at.

There was a picnic table someone had dragged down there, and Sheila was sitting on the bench facing me with her back propped against the side of the table. Her short dress was hiked up to her waist, and a pair of blue panties she had discarded was lying next to her. She had also shed her blouse and bra so that both of her tits were hanging free for me and anyone else who happened by to see.

As I watched she massaged one tit and then the other and pulled on the nipples. Her tits were even sexier than I had imagined when she was leaning over my desk earlier. They were full and firm, but not so firm as to be made of silicone. They pressed together to give her a natural cleavage that existed without the help of a Wonder Bra. Her dark pink nipples were large and extended half an inch or more from her light brown areolas. And yes I decided, those were her areolas I had been looking at in my office.

Although she had pulled her panties off and spread her legs so her naked pussy was exposed to the world, she didn't appear in a hurry to finish her masturbating. She was taking her time ministering to her tits, using both hands to apply a lengthy massage to each tit while she leaned back with her eyes closed. Every once in a while she would put her hands beneath one of her boobs and lift it up so she could lean forward and take a nipple into her mouth to suck on. Then, as she let her tit fall back down, she would use a hand to grab the nipple and twist it as she pulled on it. Every time she did that she groaned softly, but it was audible to someone as close as I was.

As I watched, fascinated with what I was seeing, my cock began to swell in my trousers. It was extended down the left leg, but I was afraid to move even enough to adjust my pants to let my dick reach the upright position it was so desperately seeking. Fuck! It was beginning to hurt. Meanwhile Sheila just kept on playing with her luscious looking tits, obviously enjoying herself.

Finally I just had to do something to relive my cramped dick. Holding very still I carefully reached down and unzipped my trousers. Then I reached into my boxers and slowly pulled my erection upright. I meant to leave it imprisoned in my boxers, but it escaped so that it was protruding through the openings in my boxers and my trousers. Now there were two exhibitionists in the park, risking discovery. I could have put it away . . . but I didn't. Instead, I carefully reached down and began to slowly stroke my cock. It jumped as I thought about how nasty this was, both of us masturbating in broad daylight in the park. This was the dirtiest thing I had ever done, and I was enjoying it so much.

I watched Sheila play with her tits for several more minutes before she apparently decided to move to the main event. She pulled one leg up and hooked her stiletto heel on the on the bench, spreading her knees widely to the side to give herself ready access to her glistening wet pussy. Really! I was so fucking close that I could see the shine of her wet cleanly shaved pussy. She took one hand away from her tits and began to masturbate. At first she just rubbed two fingers over and around the lips of her pussy. Then she began to occasionally flick her clit. Every time she touched her clit, she jumped like someone had given her a shock. Next she inserted two fingers into her cunt and began to finger fuck herself. As she continued to masturbate she leaned even further back against the picnic table. Her eyes, no longer closed as they had been when she was fondling her tits, were looking straight up at the cloudless sky, and her long dark hair was spread over the top of the table. Occasionally she would flick her clit with her thumb, and you could hear her gasp as the stimulation of her clit sent a shock through her.

As I watched, I continued to stroke my now rock hard dick. Fuck this was hot and nasty. I wanted to cum as bad as it looked like she did, but I was deliberately holding back to see what she would do.

Sheila kept masturbating in the same rhythm for what seemed like an eternity to me, but was probably only a few minutes. Then I could see that her pace was increasing, and she was beginning to softly moan almost continuously. Now she dropped her other hand from her tit. That allowed her to massage her clit continuously with one hand while she finger fucked herself with her remaining hand. She had her legs spread as wide as she could get them, her short skirt pulled up to her waist and looking more like a broad belt than a skirt. She appeared oblivious to anything going on around her. Her world was limited to the sensations coming from her crotch. After a few moments of this, I saw her whole body tighten as an orgasm ripped through her. Her thighs slammed together but her fingers stayed shoved up her cunt as it clinched on them. She didn't scream, but her moan got much higher in pitch. Then she relaxed and raised her head up from the table as she came down from her climax. I could almost hear her deep intake of breath as her body unwound.

I was so fucking turned on. I had to get myself off. I reached down for my cock with both hands instead of just the one that had been leisurely stroking it. As I did so, I bumped the brush around me. It moved and that startled me. I changed my footing and stepped on a dead branch. It cracked loudly.

Sheila heard the crack and looked around for the source of the noise. I don't think she saw me, but she was clearly spooked. She put both feet back on the ground and pushed her short skirt back down as far as it would go, pulling her knees back together and quickly donning her bra and blouse. Then she hurriedly picked up her purse and hiked back up the other side of the ravine from where she had come.

Once she was up the hill and out of sight, I began to breath again. Then I noticed something that turned out to be very important. She had left the pair of blue panties behind! Would she be coming back for them? Not a chance, I thought. As spooked as she is there was no way she was going to come back.

I'm not sure why, but I shoved my cock back in my trousers, quickly scrambled down the hill, and grabbed the panties. I sat on the bench leaning against the table, just as Sheila had, thinking about how unbelievably sexy the last few minutes had been. My heart was throbbing and my cock was still hard as a rock. "How the hell am I going to do financial analysis after this?" I wondered.

Then a really nasty thought hit me. I looked around, just as Sheila had, to confirm that I was alone, and then slowly reached through my still open zipper and fished my rigid dick out of my boxers. Fuck, I had never seen it this big or this hard. The tip was covered in slippery pre-cum.

"Wait," I said quietly to myself. I don't want to cum on my trousers. I pulled Sheila's panties up to my nose and breathed deeply through them and then wrapped them around my throbbing dick. It didn't take long to make myself cum as I stroked myself through Sheila's panties. When I knew I was about to cum I pulled the panties away from my dick so I could watch it spurt. I used the panties to catch all the cum. Three or four good spurts of hot slippery cum splattered the panties, Then, just like Sheila, I took a deep breath as I came down, zipped up, and headed back to work. Her blue panties, now soaked with my cum, were tucked in my pocket. I wasn't sure what I was going to do with them, but somehow, I knew they would be useful, even if just to jerk-off into again.

By the time I got back to the office, my blood pressure was again approaching normal, and I felt I could focus on the financial analysis that needed to be completed. I didn't really care whether Sheila would be pissed if it wasn't done, but I knew my boss needed it, and I wasn't going to disappoint him. Sheila was a bitch, but my boss was an okay guy. I worked hard on it, and by 4:30 it was done. I leaned back in my chair, scanned the spreadsheet on the screen, and hit the print button. I took one more look through the hard copy to make sure the formatting was okay and started to take it down to my boss.

Before I reached the door of my office I had a brilliant idea. I had promised Sheila I would get it there by five, but why not make her sweat a little. I would bet anything she would be in my office by ten minutes of five looking for it. I decided to wait.

I was right. At just before 4:50, I could hear her stiletto heels clicking down the hall as she headed for my office, no doubt ready to yell and scream about my shortcomings as a financial analyst. Then I had another idea. I reached in my pocket and pulled out her blue panties, which were now stiffened with my mostly dried cum. I laid them on the top of my desk where she couldn't miss them.

Sheila strode into my office with a full head of steam. "Okay hotshot, its five o'clock, where's the analysis. You promised to bring it to us at five and we don't have . . . " She stopped in mid-rant as she saw the panties and just stared, first at the panties, and then at me.

"Is this what you are looking for?" I said, as I handed her the analysis. She took the file folder from me and slumped in the office chair opposite my desk with her long sexy legs pushed straight out. "Or would it be these?" I held the panties dangling from one finger for her inspection.

"Fuck," she said softly as she looked at the panties.

"I found them in the park," I said, as I tossed the panties to her.

I could see the wheels turning in her head as she tried to think how she was going to get out of this situation. Suddenly her look of shock turned to a smirk. "Yes, I believe I did loose them," she said as she held them up. "Did you enjoy the show?"

Fuck. I had to admit this girl had balls.

Well, in for a penny, in for a pound. "Not as much as you seemed to enjoy it," I said.

Sheila pulled at her panties where they were stuck together with my dried cum and smiled at me. "I'm not so sure about that," she said, letting me know that she knew I had cum in her panties.

She stood and tossed the panties back on my desk and walked out with the file. "We will have to meet again like that," she said as she started for the door. She looked back over her shoulder and said, "You can keep those for a souvenir."

I stepped quickly to the hall and watched her stride away with an incredibly sexy swing of her hips.

Unbelievable I thought, as I felt my dick swell in my trousers. She didn't seem fazed by any of my knowledge. When confronted with her cum stained panties, she had deliberately left them with me as a "souvenir," to use her term. I wondered . . . were they a souvenir or were they something else, perhaps an invitation to more? If she had wanted to use them to blackmail me, she would have kept them. Somehow, I didn't think I had heard the last of this.

Screw it, I thought, as I dropped the panties in a desk drawer. I had more work to do to prepare for a trip I was leaving on early the next morning.

* * * * * *

I was gone for almost a full week and I would like to say I didn't give the incident with Sheila a thought while I was gone, but that would be a lie that no one would believe. I thought about her—her long legs, her beautiful round ass, her luscious tits, and her yummy looking shaved pussy, and I thought about her masturbating in the park. I thought about all of that a lot. Did I reach any conclusions? Well sort of. First, I had been scared to death, but I had thoroughly enjoyed it. Second, I wasn't so sure that it was a good thing. Watching masturbating women from the bushes in the park had a voyeuristic quality that I wouldn't want advertised to my family and friends, but on the other hand—fuck, it had been erotic, and, given the way Sheila reacted when I returned her panties, it was hard to think of her as a victim. If I was a voyeur, she was just as clearly an exhibitionist—a match made in heaven. Well, perhaps not in heaven, the former alter boy in me conceded.

Then there was the other little detail of my jacking off in the park in broad daylight. No trench coat, but it still had an exhibitionist quality to it I wouldn't want people know about. Sure, I could tell myself that I only did it because watching Sheila had made me so horny I just had to get off, but that didn't explain why I chose to do it there in the park, and worse yet it ignored just how incredibly erotic it had been to sit there in the park in broad daylight jerking off, every bit as erotic as it had been to watch Sheila doing the same thing. No, the fact of the matter was that I had enjoyed sitting there in the warm sun in that quiet glade in the park stroking my cock just as much as Sheila had enjoyed masturbating in the same place a few minutes earlier. I could get half a hard on just thinking about it. There wasn't a good rationalization for my conduct, so I did my best to just ignore that aspect of our lunch hour in the park.


The Blue Panties



Ultimately I concluded that notwithstanding the moral ambiguity of the whole event, my twisted libido really wanted more of the same. Okay, okay, maybe there was nothing ambiguous about it from a moral perspective, but I really wanted to see more of Sheila's sexual acrobatics, and I convinced myself that she probably wanted to show me more. If a voyeur is watching an exhibitionist, that is no harm, no foul for both parties, I told myself in a masterpiece of rationalization of my sketchy conduct.

By the time I returned home, I had come up with a plan. I concluded that I couldn't simply catch Sheila at the water cooler and ask her to meet me in the park for another mutual masturbation session. That would be too much of a concession to her of how sexy I thought she was. She had enough power over me as my boss' secretary. An admission that I wanted to watch her cum again would give her even more power. I had to do this in a way that created at least a plausible argument she wanted it as much as I did. It would be even better if she proposed a tryst in the park, but I was too horny to just sit around and wait for her to make the next move. So I had developed a plan that I hoped would have the necessary ambiguity.

The day after I returned to the office I slipped the cum stained blue panties into an interoffice mail envelope addressed to Sheila, omitting any return address. I dropped a note into the envelope written with words in varying type faces cut from a magazine (like a ransom note I thought), sealed the envelope, and dropped it in the interoffice mail after liberally applying confidential stickers to the envelope. This was not a piece of mail that I wanted to see go astray. The note said, "Same time, same place, this Thursday." My theory was that if she confronted me with the panties, I could deny having sent them to her, because there was nothing in or on the envelope that tied it to me. (Okay, my logic was flaky since she knew I had the panties and they were covered with my cum, but, what the hell, it was the best I could come up with after two or three scotches on the plane back to town the night before). I really wanted to watch her masturbate again so I had to come up with something. That wasn't all I wanted to do, but I focused on her conduct and did my best to ignore what I knew I would be doing as I watched her.

I walked by Sheila's desk a couple of times on Thursday morning and was completely ignored by her. She even brought a file down to my office and simply handed it to me with no suggestion in her speech or demeanor that there was anything out of the ordinary between us. As lunch time approached, I was in a quandary. Would she show up? Or, would she send the cops to arrest a pervert. Given her conduct the prior week, I doubted the latter, but I was still more than a little worried about the possibility. As noon approached, I decided that I just had to show up at the little glade and find out what she would do in response to my message.

I was nervous, very nervous, but I was also very horny. My dick felt like a log in my trousers. If this worked . . .

I got to the glade in the park a little earlier than the appointed time. No Sheila. So, she wasn't going to play, I thought with disappointment. Then I heard a noise from the other side of the gully. My heart, and my prick, jumped as I spied Sheila tottering down the walkway in her sexy high-heeled shoes.

She was carrying a bag, which she set on the table. She pulled a blanket out of the bag and carefully spread it on the ground next to the table, making sure all the corners were fully stretched out. She took a long careful look around, as if to confirm that she was alone. Then she began to slowly and tantalizingly disrobe, beginning by slowly opening her blouse, one button at a time. In between addressing each button she did that sexy thing she had done in my office, sucking on her fingers or nails, as though she was uncertain about going any further, but she just couldn't resist.

It wasn't long before the blouse was fully unbuttoned. She paused and looked around, again as if to confirm that she was alone, and then slipped her blouse off, folded it, and set it on the table. I smiled at her act, because she knew damn well that she was not alone. She knew that there was a pervert with a rock hard cock watching her from someplace near by.

Just to make sure she knew, I deliberately stepped on the same branch that had spooked her the first time. When it snapped and she looked up, I rattled the bushes a bit to make sure she knew where I was. At first she looked startled. Then she smiled smugly while looking straight at the bushes where I was concealed. The smile, said, "Yes, I know you're there, you pervert."

Next she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. She took her time shedding it, cupping her breasts through the thin material as the straps slid slowly off her shoulders. Finally she let the bra drop away from her tits and placed it on the table with her blouse.

Oh those tits! They were so sexy. I wanted to bury my face between them, or even better, bury my cock between them and let her titty-fuck me until I squirted cum up onto her chin and face that would drip down onto those delicious tits.

She stood leaning against the end of the table, naked from the waist up, arching her back and neck so that her long dark hair almost reached the table and her full tits were pointed skyward. My dick, which I had liberated from my trousers when she first started to disrobe, twitched on its own. I was as hard as I had ever been.

Sheila held that position for a few moments, enjoying the sun on her naked breasts. She massaged them and tweaked the nipples, just as she had the prior week. Eventually she stood and turned her back to me as she bent over to look for something in her bag. As she did so, her nice round firm ass, still clad in her sexy tight skirt, stuck out from her body and was pointed straight at me. Shit, how I wanted to fuck that ass!

Rising up from her survey of the bag's contents, she again took the look around that said, "Oh, I hope no pervert is watching me." I smiled, knowing that her routine was all for my benefit. Seeming satisfied, she reached behind herself and unzipped the skirt, letting it fall slowly off her hips and into a small puddle of cloth around her feet. Fuck! She was naked underneath the dress! Had she been naked beneath her dress all morning at work? That horny slut! She had been sitting there behind her desk with no panties on while she pretended to ignore me, knowing she was going to do this in a couple of hours. I loved it. She was as into this as I was.

She kicked off the dress and then bent over to pick it up, carefully positioning herself so that her ass was pointed directly at me. As she leaned over to pick up the dress, she spread her legs enough to give me a good view of her naked pussy. Just as she had taken time looking to assure herself there was no pervert to watch her, she now took her time picking up her dress to make sure that the pervert she knew was there got a good view of her wet slippery cunt.

She stood turning to face me and used both hands to resume fondling her tits. She was smiling with pleasure and looking down at her hands as they alternated between raising her breasts up and tracing a finger tip around each breast in an ever tightening circle until she reached the nipple and pinched between the thumb and fore finger. This continued for several minutes while she rubbed her ass against the smooth edge of the picnic table.

While all of this had been going on, I was slowly stroking my cock.

Moving the bag aside, she sat down on the blanket. She stretched out with her feet facing me with her legs slightly spread and lay there briefly, enjoying her nudity and the warm sun. She must do this regularly, I thought noticing that there were no tan lines on her lithe olive toned body. Eventually she resumed her massage of her tits and then slid a hand down over her stomach until it reached her pussy. As she did this she pulled her knees up towards her head so she had her feet flat on the ground with her legs spread wide apart exposing a wet slippery looking pussy. She used the fingers of the hand that had abandoned her breast to spread her outer lips and begin to massage the inner lips of her pussy. Then she took the fingers up to her mouth and sucked the juices off of them. As she did that she raised her head up so she was looking directly at me. She winked at me as she sucked on a finger, just as she had in my office. Returning a hand to her pussy, she slipped two fingers inside herself. Sheila slowly turned the fingers around so they were massaging the inside of her cunt. Occasionally she would flick her now prominently extended clit with her thumb, which made her whole body jump.

It was so fucking erotic watching her. I had to work to restrain myself to insure that my masturbation didn't reach a climax before she did. Occasionally I would reach down further and roll my balls in a hand and then press the flesh between my balls and my ass to pressure my prostrate gland. The head of my dick was slick with pre-cum.

Suddenly Sheila sat up, leaning back on her hands. Her legs, those long, luscious, sexy legs, were still spread widely with one fully extended and the other bent at the knee. She gave me another lascivious look that said, "You haven't seen anything yet, you horny bastard." Then she reached into the bag sitting next to her and pulled out yet another surprise—a vibrator shaped like a cock, but a bit bigger than most. She held the dildo up to her face staring straight at me as she licked it. I so wished it would have been my cock she was licking like that. Finally she engulfed the dildo in her mouth, giving it a tasty looking blowjob. So much pre-cum had leaked from the head of my cock that I could use it as a lubricant for my entire dick.

She pulled the dildo from her mouth and used her other hand to make a jerking motion while she silently mouthed the words, "Are you jerking off?" I responded by stirring the bushes one more time, and Sheila responded by silently mouthing, "Good." I swear it was the first time the bitch had ever smiled at me. She was clearly enjoying herself.

I saw her twist the base of the dildo and I heard the vibrator start to hum. She was lying flat on her back with her legs extended and spread wide as she reached down with it and rubbed it vertically between the outer lips of her pussy. Her face contorted with passion as the vibrations reached her clit. Then she slowly inserted the dildo into her pussy. My dick was hard as a brick. I continued to stroke it slowly to avoid tipping myself over into an orgasm.

At first she just lay there with the buzzing vibrator fully inserted in her pussy. Then she pulled her knees up and began to lift her hips and stroke the vibrator in and out of her cunt. The hand not on the vibrator was pulling on one tit and then the other and her face was clearly showing the strain of resisting the orgasm she was on the edge of.

As she increased the pace at which she was fucking herself with the dildo, I increased the pace of my stroking. Suddenly she stopped and sat up again. She pulled the dildo out and brought it back up to her mouth to lick and suck as she looked straight at me with the most lascivious look I have ever seen on a woman's face. She turned around so she was on her knees, with her face on the ground and her ass with its dripping pussy pointed at me. Reaching around behind herself, she began fucking herself with the dildo again.

Fuck, this was erotic. I could tell she was close to her climax. With each stroke of the dildo Sheila pushed back with her hips like she was fucking a man who was stroking her cunt with his hot hard cock. I could hear her moaning and softly crying. I picked up the pace on my own stroking, knowing that I could release myself in tandem with her at any moment now. Then I saw her stiffen and push the dildo hard and deep into her cunt. She emitted a sharp cry and continued to hold that position as her orgasm ripped through her. At the same time my prick erupted a stream of cum onto the bushes in front of me, and then another, and another. I groaned quietly as the last shot escaped.

As Sheila's orgasm subsided she collapsed onto her side. She lay there for several moments and then rolled over onto her back and sat up again, still with her legs spread wide. She turned off the vibrator as she looked up at me and mouthed the words, "Did you cum?" I shook the bushes again to respond that I had and I was still there watching.

Sheila reached into the bag again and brought out the blue panties, using them to wipe the dildo clean. She put the dildo back in the bag and conspicuously tossed the panties towards me, landing on the grass just off her blanket.

I watched her get dressed in her work clothes again, still with no panties, while I stuffed my shrunken, satiated dick back into my trousers. She carefully folded her blanket and returned it to the bag and then casually strode back up the hill, leaving the blue panties on the grass.

As soon as she was gone, I stepped out of my hiding place, retrieved the panties, and started to head back to work. What's the rush, I thought. I didn't have anything scheduled until 2:30, so I sat down on the bench and leaned back with the sun on my face. I just sat there enjoying the sun and playing back the movie in my head of the erotic scene I had just witnessed. The more I thought about Sheila's performance, the harder my dick got, and I soon found myself fondling it through my trousers.

Damn, I realized I was still horny. I had told myself I wasn't going to jack off in the park this time, but that resolution had disappeared as I watched Sheila's performance. Now I was leaning back against the bench in the warm sun thinking about how erotic the whole experience had been, and I could feel my dick growing in response. Normally I'm not a guy who gets hard and wants to cum again right after getting off, but that didn't seem to be the case today. The longer I sat there and reflected on what had just happened, the hornier I got. Finally I sat up and looked first at my watch and then around me. It was silent and empty. No one in sight. I knew I should go back to work since it was nearly 1:30, but that made it even less likely that someone would be wandering into this remote section of the park.

I began stroking my now fully erect prick through my trousers while I continued to replay Sheila's performance in my mind. Finally, I took another furtive look around me and then released my prick from my trousers. I leaned back again and began to stroke it, slowly and with just the amount of pressure it loved. I couldn't decide which was more erotic—playing back Sheila's performance or just the sensation of slowly stroking my cock in the warm sun in this semi-public situation. Since I had already climaxed less than half an hour ago, I felt no need to rush to another climax. I closed my eyes and slowly stroked my prick. After several minutes I felt a trickle of precum sliding down the side. I slathered my hand in it and used it to enhance the sensation. Now I was beginning to feel more urgency, more focus on my need to get off again and less on the overall nastiness of what I was doing.

Finally, after maybe fifteen minutes of masturbating in the sun in the little glade in the park, I decided it was time to make myself cum. I picked up Sheila's panties from the park bench in my left hand and began to really stroke my cock with my right. It didn't take long. After about ten rapid strokes I could feel my balls tensing up and the beginning of the surge of cum up my shaft. I was amazed at how much cum I had managed to generate in the short time since I had watched Sheila masturbating. I was holding Sheila's blue panties in front of my prick and below it to catch my cum, but the first shot went well over and past them, luckily missing my trousers on my outstretched legs. There were two more shots that I captured in the panties. I rubbed the sides of panties together so all of my cum was fully absorbed.

I lay back totally enervated and panting from my second climax in half an hour. It was then of course that good sense kicked in and I thought, what the fuck am I doing? I quickly stuffed my mostly shrunken prick back in my trousers, zipped up, and headed back to the office with the panties tucked in my jacket pocket and my guilt meter running at redline. Funny thing though, once I was out of the glade and safely back up in the mainstream part of the park, I noticed that no one was paying the slightest bit of attention to me. With that, my guilt rapidly subsided, and I was telling myself how fucking erotic the whole experience had been. By the time I was back to the office I was already thinking about what we could do next, and how I could arrange it so it was as much Sheila's initiative as mine.

As I walked past Sheila's desk she looked up at me with a smile and asked, "Did you have a pleasant lunch? You were longer than I expected."

I so wanted to ask her what she was wearing for panties, but there was just no way to do that in the office.

* * * * *

Our meetings in the glade over lunch hour became a regular weekly event that summer, initiated each week by my interoffice mail transmittal of the blue panties in a confidential envelope with a note proposing the date and time of our next tryst. Nothing was ever said in the office by either of us about our bizarre conduct, but Sheila was my boss' secretary, so we couldn't act like total strangers. We did talk to each other, but neither of us acknowledged what was going on between us. In addition Sheila continued to be her usual bitchy self, acting like she was God's gift to mankind and treating me like she was my boss as opposed to his secretary. In fact my boss treated me better than Sheila did. Of course Sheila's one redeeming quality was that she had a body that men would kill each other over, which she seemed happy to share with me, at least visually.

The whole situation was driving me crazy. First, I had real misgivings about the propriety of our dangerous voyeur/exhibitionist conduct. Every time we went to the park and got each other off, I came away thinking about how wrong our conduct was and vowing it was the last time. At the same time I was more then ready to acknowledge to myself how fucking sexy each encounter was and how much I enjoyed it. Once I decided that it was a regular weekly thing, I took to refraining from any form of masturbation or other sexual activity to ensure that I would have a full load of cum in my body to blast into the brush or the blue panties. I was to say the least, very conflicted. I didn't think we should be doing it, but I didn't want to quit either.

What I really wanted to do, of course was to escalate the relationship to fucking, but that would pretty much require Sheila and I to acknowledge the relationship, and that didn't seem to be happening. When that tension was added to the fact that Sheila continued to dress in her usual oversexed, near slutty fashion at work, I was so horny most of the time that it was a miracle that I got any work done at all that summer.

In the second week of September, Sheila added a new twist to our routine. As usual, I sent her the panties on Monday with a note proposing that we "meet" in the park at the usual place over lunch hour on Thursday. Normally she didn't respond, but I went there without confirmation, and she always showed up. This time I got a response. On Tuesday, I found a confidential envelope in my mail. I carried it into my office and closed the door. Inside the envelope I found the blue panties and an anonymous note (constructed like my notes to Sheila from letters clipped from magazines and glued to the page). The note said, "Thursday lunch hour at the usual place is fine, but this time you're on the bench and I'm watching. Oh, and wear the blue panties!"




The Blue Panties



No fucking way! I wasn't going to sit there in the glade and jack-off while Sheila watched me, and I sure as hell wasn't going to wear a pair of women's panties. This was just way too perverted. I quickly decided I would send the panties back to her with a note telling her that it had to be like we always do it. I took the panties home that evening, planning to write the rejection note to her perverted proposal.

The rest of the day, I kept thinking about Sheila's proposal and while I wasn't about to do it, the more I thought about it, the kinkier it seemed. I had a business dinner that night, so, by the time I got home, I had consumed a good bit of alcohol. I pulled out the panties and sat down at a desk to write an appropriate "not no, but hell no," note to Sheila. As I sat there staring at the panties and searching for the right phrasing for the note, the nastiest thought occurred to me, "I wonder how they would feel on my ass and on my inflated cock?" I picked them up and rubbed them against my skin. Very soft and slick.

"Yup, they would feel damn good," the perverse side of my brain thought.

"But you're not going to do it!" the puritan side of my brain said.

I went back and forth several times while I sipped a nightcap (not that I needed one) and the more I thought about it, the hornier I got. My dick was about three quarters engorged, and I hadn't even touched it.

Then my perverse side made the slippery slope proposal, "Let's just try them on and see how they feel." My inner pervert won the day with that idea. I quickly undressed and then pulled the blue panties up over my hips. They fit perfectly, which surprised me. Well they would have fit perfectly, had I not had a full erection. My cock was sticking out the top of the panties with a drip of glistening pre-cum on it.

"See, they don't fit." my puritan side said.

My perverse side just pushed my cock sidewise so that it was fully covered and pointed out how nice the smooth fabric felt as the end of my prick slid against it.

Shit, it does feel good, I thought.

"And this is really kinky!" my perverse side said.

My puritan side lapsed into silence at this point and I walked to a mirror to enjoy the kinky view of my hard cock bulging against the panties. As I stood before the mirror, I tried moving my cock around to different positions in the panties, enjoying as I did so the delicious friction between my cock and the panties. The perverse side of my brain had taken full control.

I sat in a chair before the mirror and watched myself as I began to stroke my cock through the panties. I was naked except for the panties and my cock was hard and dribbling precum. At first I kept it fully enclosed beneath the panties and slowly rubbed it through the soft slick cloth of the panties. Then I let the head peak out and used the fingers of one hand to swirl the continuing slow stream of precum over and around the engorged head while my other hand continued to stroke the shaft through the panties. Eventually I pushed the panties down to the base of my prick and stroked my shaft directly. I took my time doing this, watching the whole exercise in the mirror. I had watched myself masturbate in the mirror before and found it very erotic, but the blue panties took it to a whole new level of eroticism. Eventually I couldn't resist any longer. I sped up the strokes on my shaft until I could feel my balls tighten in anticipation of a climax. Then I just let it go. I couldn't believe I could generate that much cum as I shot stream after stream across the tile floor of the bathroom.

By the time I went to bed that evening, I had abandoned the whole notion of sending Sheila a rejection note. This was just going to be too nasty. It was no longer a question of whether I would do it. It was just a question of how I would go about it.

Now that I had decided to go along with Sheila's kinky scheme, my non-work thoughts the next day were rambling through various fantasies concerning how I was going to do it. Honest, I did get some work done, but I have to admit, my productivity was way down, given the time I spent on my opportunity to become a real exhibitionist.

By the next morning I had settled on a plan. When I got up, I showered and shaved. I put on the blue panties beneath a pair of Dockers. With a golf shirt and a pair of loafers, I looked just like I always did for work. No one would be able to tell that I was wearing Sheila's panties—well, they wouldn't be able to tell so long as my dick behaved, but every time I let my mind wander to our lunch hour plans it would get half erect and bulge under the Dockers. It was a tough morning.

A little before noon I grabbed my sack lunch and headed for the park. We had agreed to meet at 12:30, but I went to the glade a bit early. I sat at the picnic bench and ate my sandwich as I waited for Sheila. Actually, I wasn't sure how I would know she was there unless she rattled the bushes as I had when our roles were reversed. I had no idea what I would do if she didn't rattle the bushes. Should I just sit there and jack off with no one watching? God, I hoped no one would be watching if Sheila wasn't here. Was she just setting me up for some cop to come along and bust me for obscene conduct?

I was rapidly talking myself into packing up my lunch and leaving. Then I saw the bushes rattle right where I usually stood. She was there! My doubts evaporated. But now, would I really do it?

I sat there frozen for a good minute or two starring straight at Sheila (well I hoped it was Sheila). Then she rattled the bushes again, as if to say, "Come on. I did it for you. Now its your turn."

I let out a long breath that I had been holding. Okay it's show time, I thought, and as I made that decision I felt my dick begin to stir in my trousers, sliding against the slick soft blue panties as it grew.

I leaned back against the picnic table and stretched my legs out. By this time there was a visible lump in my trousers from my engorged cock. I turned and reached into my lunch sack and pulled out a banana that I had brought for a prop. Looking straight at Sheila, I slowly peeled the banana. I slid it in and out of my mouth and then began to eat it in small bites. At the same time I used my other hand to rub my cock through my trousers, which by now had created a noticeable bulge. I was still scared, but I was so fucking horny.

When I finished the banana, I took a page from Sheila's book. I looked furtively around, as though I was trying to make sure I was alone. Then I unbuckled my belt and slowly pulled the zipper of my trousers down, exposing the blue panties. The bushes rattled again. I took that to be a sign of approval from Sheila.

Next, I levered myself up off the bench enough to slide my trousers off and let them slide down so they pooled around my feet. I kicked off my loafers and pulled my feet completely out of my trousers. I followed up on that by pulling my golf shirt off over my head. Now I was sitting there in the park wearing essentially nothing but a woman's blue panties. How kinky could things get? Fuck!

I took another furtive look around and began to stroke my cock through the blue panties. A small spot of pre-cum appeared as a dark stain near the band at the top of the panties where the head of my dick was. I used the tip of my finger to swirl the slippery pre-cum around the area where the spot had appeared.

Sheila rattled the bushes again. Obviously she wanted me to pull my cock out.

I did the furtive look around again and then pulled the top of the panties down over the head of my cock so it was exposed to the air, and Sheila's eyes. I used my hand to rub the pre-cum over the head of my cock. Fuck that felt good. So nasty, doing that in front of God and everybody. Well, I hoped that everybody was limited to Sheila. I would have to deal with God on one of these upcoming Sundays.

Then I pushed the panties down further and began to stroke my whole cock with one hand while the other dipped into the panties to softly massage my balls. It felt great, but I wanted to take my time. As long as I was doing this, I wasn't going to rush it. I raised my butt and pulled the panties down my legs and completely off. I heard Sheila suck in her breath as she watched what I was doing. Yes girl, I can be just as kinky and perverse as you, I thought.

Soon I heard a low whimper from the direction of the bushes. I smiled, as I looked straight at what I was now sure was a masturbating Sheila. I wondered how she was doing it. Had she shed her clothing or was she just reaching up under her dress and frigging her pussy? No way to tell, but I let my imagination run with the possibilities while I continued to slowly stroke my cock and massage my balls.

Sheila continued with her low whimpering. "How long can she last?" I wondered. "How long can I last?" I felt like I was getting pretty close to cumming. You can sit there and masturbate slowly on what seems like a forever pace, and then at some point your libido overrides the rest of the system and you began to stroke faster and faster until your cock erupts. I was reaching that point.

I took another look around and then leaned back against the picnic table and closed my eyes while I accelerated my jacking off. This wasn't going to take much longer. Sheila took the hint. Her whimpering got louder and more insistent. After just a few more strokes, I felt my balls tighten and then I could feel a load of cum rising up my cock. I tried to hold back, but that was futile and I let it go with a groan. The first spurt of cum shot damn near to my feet, landing on my shins. There were several more spurts, each with its own groan, and each landing higher on my legs. I could hear noises from the bushes that convinced me that Sheila had gotten off also.

I bent over, picked up the panties, and used them to clean up the cum I had sprayed on my legs. Then I tossed them on the ground where Sheila could pick them up after I left. I took a deep breath, got dressed and hiked back up the hill without a look back at Sheila. As I climbed out of the glade I was telling myself, "That was so fucking erotic, but why am I doing this?" I strode quickly away from the glade, through the park, and back to the office.

Latter that afternoon Sheila walked into my office with a request from my boss. Neither of us did or said anything to betray the fact that we had been in the glade over lunch.

Sheila turned and started to walk out of my office and then, as if an afterthought, she walked back to my desk and casually dropped the cum stained blue panties on my desk, saying, "I believe you left these in the park." Then she turned and walked out without another word.

* * * * *

This whole thing was just too weird. As I sat in my office thinking about it and staring at the blue panties Sheila had left on my desk, I told myself this had been just undoubtedly the weirdest and most perverse summer of my life. My only disappointment was that I really wanted to fuck with Sheila, but so far she had shown no suggestion of any interest in actual contact of any kind. All she seemed to want was this weird exhibitionist/voyeur relationship. Still, I knew I wasn't going to stop now. I went out to the supply cabinet and got a clean interoffice envelope, put the panties in it along with an unsigned note reading, "Same time. Same place. Next Thursday," addressed it to Sheila, sealed it with confidential stickers, and walked down to the second floor to drop it in someone else's outbox, just like every other week of the summer.

Thursday came slowly, but it eventually arrived. I don't think I did any useful work on Thursday morning, because I spent too much time replaying the various scenarios Sheila had played out for me on other Thursdays and wondering what she would come up with this week. About 10:30 she walked into my office, wearing her usual short tight skirt and stiletto heels. She had a white blouse on that was a probably a size too small, at least based on the way her tits stretched it tight. Nothing about our lunchtime appointment was said, not that I expected anything to be said. She just nagged me about a project I owed my boss a response on by the end of the day Friday.

"Chuck told me that he really needs it tomorrow," she said.

I knew that was bullshit because he had told me himself that it was a low priority project. This was just Sheila jerking my chain as she always did.

"Really? I didn't realize it was that important," I responded.

"Really, Ricky. This is a must have project for tomorrow. Chuck is going to be in hot water with the CEO if he doesn't have it by noon."

More BS, I knew. The CEO couldn't care less about this project. God, I hated it when she called me Ricky.

Two could play at this game. The project was already done, but I wasn't going to tell Sheila that. "Gee," I said. "Maybe I should work though lunch hour on it."

Her eyes widened just a bit, but beyond that she kept her cool. "Well suit yourself," she said, cold as ice. Then she turned and headed for the door to my office. Just before she got there, she "accidentally" dropped a piece of paper and quickly bent over to pick it up, giving me a great view of her gorgeous round ass and her long lean legs as her short skirt climbed up. She took her time picking up the paper to make sure I got the full view, all of which I thoroughly enjoyed. Finally she stood up and walked on out through the door without another word or even a look back, I'm sure hoping that her little show had convinced me to abandon any notion to work through lunch hour. As she walked on down the hall, I began to softly chuckle. Score one for me in our never-ending battle. There was no way either one of us were going to fail to be at the park in our usual positions at the appointed time.

About 11:30 I left the office carrying my newspaper and my lunch. I did not expect to read the paper, and I was so horny I really wasn't hungry, but I wanted to keep up appearances for the rest of the office. I walked past Sheila's desk as I left.

"Going to lunch?" she said without so much as a smile, a wink, or anything else to suggest that she knew anything special was afoot.

"Yes."

"I hope you enjoy it," she said, again without emotional subtext.

"I am sure I will. I usually do," I responded in an equally flat fashion.

I sat at my usual park bench eating my sandwich and nominally reading my paper. Fortunately no one was going to give me a quiz on it, because I really wasn't focused. About five minutes of twelve, I folded up the paper and tossed it and my lunch into a trash bin and then strolled leisurely over to the backside of the glade and the position in the brush where I had been watching Sheila all summer.

Sheila was just walking down the trail from the other side when I arrived. She was wearing a lightweight pale yellow rain coat that reached to just below her knees. When she got to the park bench she set the bag she was carrying on the bench and then stood as if in indecision. She looked around, as though to satisfy herself she wasn't being watched, even though she knew damn well I would be there.

Following our usual routine, I rattled the bushes a bit as she looked my direction to confirm that I was there. She pretended not to notice. Sitting down, with the coat still buttoned, she reached into her bag and pulled out a hairbrush and began to brush her long dark hair.

What's this routine going to be, I wondered?

Eventually, satisfied with her brushing, she pulled her hair back and tied it into a pair of ponytails, one on each side. She kicked off her stiletto heels and reached into the bag and pulled out a pair of white knee socks, which she slowly and sensually pulled up onto her legs. Next she slipped on a pair of black Mary Janes. Finally she stood again and began to slowly unbutton her coat. Beneath the coat she had on a classic schoolgirl outfit—Short plaid skirt, white blouse, and, of course the knee socks and the Mary Janes she had just put on. I could feel my dick stirring in my trousers.

She looked into her bag again and seeming to find what she was looking for, paused to pull her head up and look around to make sure she was alone. Seemingly satisfied she pulled a magazine out of the bag. As she opened it she folded the pages back, making sure that I could see it. It was porn—very graphic porn. At first she sat upright on the bench with her back to the picnic table and her knees primly locked together as she leafed through the magazine lying on her lap. She would pause on each page to study the lurid pictures of couples and threesomes fornicating and masturbating. She occasionally picked it up as she turned a page and folded it back so I could see just how raunchy the material was that she was enjoying.

After a couple of pages she began to slowly unbutton her blouse. She found one page she particularly liked and reached into her blouse to fondle one of her breasts. My dick was like a brick now as I rubbed it through my trousers.

Sheila looked around again to confirm she was alone and then unbuttoned her blouse to her waist and released the front clasp on her lacy bra, freeing both of her breasts. This let her fondle each breast openly as she perused her magazine. I pulled my rock hard dick from trousers and slowly stroked it as I watched.

After several minutes of fondling her tits, Sheila set the magazine beside her on the bench and pulled her short dress up around her waist. She was wearing the blue panties, the only deviation from the classic schoolgirl routine. At first she was just rubbing her sex through the panties as she continued to slowly turn pages in the magazine, but it wasn't long until she slipped them off and spread her legs widely so she could finger fuck herself.

Just then to my shock, one of the cops who patrol the park on a bicycle rode into the glade. "Oh shit," I thought as I tried to stuff my swollen member back into my trousers without moving enough to attract his attention. I needn't of worried about that. He was way too focused on Sheila to notice me.

The cop hopped off his bike and walked up to Sheila as she was making some very inept and ineffective efforts to cover herself. He was a big black guy, maybe 6-4, and very muscular. Like all the cops patrolling the park he was dressed in a t-shirt and a pair of shorts, with the usual twenty pounds of cop equipment hanging from his belt.

"Don't bother," he said referring to Sheila's ineffectual efforts to cover up. "I can see what you were doing you pervert. I am going to call for my partner and take you in for indecent exposure," he said as he reached for the radio mic perched on his shoulder.

"Is that really necessary officer?" Sheila said with a pouty look that I had never seen her use before. "After all, there is no one around. I am sure that we can work out some punishment that you think is appropriate, without having to involve lawyers and judges."

The cop just looked at her, but I saw Sheila's look change to a smile as she reached up and began to unbuckle the cop's belt. Then, after the belt dropped to the grass, she unsnapped his trousers and slowly pulled the zipper down. The trousers followed the belt to the ground and you could see a huge bulge in the cop's jockey shorts. Sheila used the flat of her hand to stroke the guy's cock through his trousers.

"Well, officer," Sheila asked as she continued to stroke his cock through his jockey shorts. "Wouldn't this be so much better than arresting me? What can I do to make amends?" She liked her lips as she waited for the cop's response.

"Suck it." The cop wasn't very articulate, but he had decided what he wanted.

Sheila hooked her fingers in the waistband of the cop's jockey shorts and pulled them down so that they fell to his feet, along with the belt and the shorts. His dick bobbed before her. Christ, he had a big dick! Sheila wrapped both hands around the shaft and stroked it. Then she slurped the head into her mouth, following that up by pulling as much of the rest of his prick into her mouth as she could, which was only about half the shaft.