Stocking-clad legs

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Entering autumn is a bittersweet experience for me. I must first admit that I have a fetish. I have a strong sexual attraction to women wearing stockings; just seeing their calves, even without any exposure, fascinates me. Especially when they wear tight skirts and high heels, I want to stare endlessly, and I even have the urge to reach out and touch them. But of course, I don't have the courage, and besides, when you actually touch those stockinged legs, it's often not as enjoyable as you imagine, which is quite strange. As

the weather gets cooler, women on the street love wearing stockings of different colors, but I'm drawn to black, not the thick kind, but the tight and sheer kind. When they sit down and cross their legs, their knees tense, revealing the light black and the skin underneath, showcasing the curves of their calves perfectly—a truly perfect image that I never tire of looking at.

I live in North Point and take the MTR to Sheung Wan every day for work. On the way, I see countless women in stockings, which always makes it hard for me to concentrate. I secretly admire each and every beautiful leg, some thick,

some thin. When I see someone whose clothes and appearance are average, I focus on fantasizing about what's under their skirt. But if I see a beautiful one, I'm captivated, and often forget to get off the train, which is why I'm often late. That being said, I don't have any possessiveness and wouldn't take pictures with my phone because I think every woman is perfect in my mind. Taking pictures would only ruin that, not to mention being labeled a perverted voyeur. As a guy, I've also watched countless online pornographic films. When I need to relieve my desires, I watch those Japanese actresses, and there are quite a few in stocking videos. But I don't think that lifting up the skirt makes it as sexy and attractive as being covered up. Just the stockings covering the underwear, showing the loose threads, isn't very sexy. Honestly, what's so appealing about those upskirt photos? It's all the same loose underwear and exposed buttocks and thighs, the angles are utterly devoid of any aesthetic appeal. How can they compare to the beauty of a girl in a short skirt crossing her legs?!

Oh, and after all this talk, I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is Jack, I'm 26, single, and live alone. I work at a garment trading company in Sheung Wan. The company is a major Italian brand; business has shrunk somewhat in recent years, but they still have over 80 employees in Hong Kong, so it's still considered a major international brand.

I started working here after graduating from university, and four years have passed in the blink of an eye. But today is my first day working in the women's wear department, because the men's wear department where I used to work has closed down. I was in charge of packaging design, so there wasn't much difference between men's and women's wear. The only difference is that the marketing department here is entirely female.

Although I don't know my colleagues here personally, I've met them at the annual company parties. For example, our secretary, 'Mandy,' is quite familiar with my former secretary, and we chatted at one of the parties. She welcomed me warmly:

"Jack, this is your new seat. I didn't expect you to be here so early today, it's not even nine o'clock yet!" After saying that, Mandy sat back down at her desk, which was to my left, separated from me by a narrow aisle.

I replied, "It's my first day in the new team, so it's better to be early. I also want to make a good impression on my boss! By the way, when does Irene usually come back?" Mandy said, "You're already digging for information?! Hahaha, you haven't even gotten to know me yet and you're already asking me for scoops? You're really in a hurry!" I didn't expect Mandy to say that. My past impression of her was that she was very gentle and polite. I heard that she got married very young and is only twenty-four years old now, younger than me. I didn't expect her to speak so maturely. I didn't know how to answer:

"I... I didn't mean that, I was just chatting~" Mandy just smiled and said, "I was just joking with you~ Irene usually comes very early, so I can't be late. She's usually back in her room by 8:30." As she spoke, she pointed to the large room directly in front of us.

I nodded and said, "Oh~ by the way, Mandy, are you free at noon today? I'd like to invite you to lunch?" As she spoke, she turned around, put her hands on her hips, and said:

"Fine, you can have it! But you'll have to pay, I like sashimi!" I casually glanced at her. Mandy was wearing a pale yellow off-the-shoulder knit vest and a light blue executive skirt with white trim. She sat down, revealing a bit of her thigh and calf, wearing flesh-colored stockings and yellow high heels. Mandy was slender, with long, white calves, and I couldn't help but look at her a few more times, then at her face.

She wore light blue makeup, with round eyes and a pointed face; she was quite beautiful. I suddenly remembered that I had originally wanted to ask her out, but after talking for a while and learning that she had a husband, I gave up the idea. No wonder I hadn't paid much attention to her in my memory.

She noticed my gaze and said, "Jack?! Have you looked enough?!" Oh no, how could I give my married secretary the impression on my first day of work? I quickly said, "I didn't... I... I just thought you looked very beautiful!" I'm usually not good with words, I don't know where those words came from.

To my surprise, instead of being annoyed, she smiled and said, "Really? Do you think I'm beautiful?" Seeing that she was pleased, I immediately said, "Of course! I don't usually stare at people like that, but I've never met anyone as beautiful as you. We're even colleagues, isn't that great?!" I wonder if all women love to hear compliments, whether they're genuine or not, especially women who have been married for six years.

Mandy continued, "But, keep looking, don't get any ideas. I have a very, very good husband and a very, very good daughter. I love my husband very, very much." I said, "Of course! I invited you to dinner because I wanted your help. If you like sashimi, go ahead and have some!" She smiled and nodded, turned her head forward, and started working. I was still looking at her calves, but she pointed to my computer, indicating that I shouldn't look at her anymore, so I had no choice but to comply.

Then, my colleagues in the group gradually returned. Our women's clothing department has over ten colleagues, all women wearing skirts. Unfortunately, they were either overweight or women in their fifties or sixties; some had dark skin, and some looked like men in skirts. Later, I learned that Irene had a rule that all women must wear skirts to work because the company's most famous women's clothing item is stockings. She said that her colleagues needed to use her products to understand them better. So, although I was surrounded by over ten pairs of stockinged legs, the only ones worth admiring were Mandy's!

This all changed after 11:00 AM. Our boss, Irene, finally came to work. She was hired from a French brand earlier this year, so I hadn't seen her before.

She returned with hurried steps; the clatter of her high heels could be heard even from the lobby corridor. She turned the corner and entered our department, everyone calling out in unison, "Good morning, Irene!" She didn't respond, going straight into her room without a word. I clearly saw that she was a woman in her thirties, wearing a fitted long-sleeved white blouse, unbuttoned to her ample chest, a tight-fitting black executive skirt, semi-transparent black stockings, and high heels. She carried a designer red handbag and a black coat.

Irene was about five feet four inches tall, with a mature, voluptuous figure. While her waist was slender, her hips and thighs were quite fleshy, and her calves were long and shapely. I've encountered many mature women like this on the subway; I never expected my boss to be one of them. Her skin was very fair, clearly from lack of sunlight, probably due to her workaholic nature.

Her hair was tied in a ponytail, and her eyes were round and large, but covered by thick artificial eyelashes. Her nose was sharp and delicate, and her lips were thick but always looked annoyed, never smiling.

At that moment, I thought to myself, thankfully there are also two beautiful legs here, one old and one young, to admire, but she quickly went into the room, and I didn't have much chance to carefully appreciate those beautiful legs.

After a while, Mandy led me inside and gave me a tour. I saw that her office was very messy. In addition to the worktable covered with documents and fabric samples, all kinds of women's clothing were hanging around the room. The white bulletin board behind her was also covered with dense text. The small sofa in front of the desk was very clean. I later learned that she often worked until the early hours of the morning and then slept there.

Irene: "You must be Jack?"

I said, "Hello, Sister Irene, nice to meet you!"

Irene: "You're too kind. There aren't many rules here. It's all women, so there's a lot of gossip. Just focus on your work, don't form cliques, and deliver goods on time... Also, no messing around with men and women. That's what I hate the most. But you're quite young, and everyone here except Mandy is your older sister, so that's not a big problem. Also, are you married? Do you have a girlfriend?!" I was focused on listening to her, but I didn't expect her to ask this question. I didn't know how to answer for a moment: "Well... I... I..." Irene: "Are you gay?! It's okay, that's even better~ You can focus on your work." Me: "No... I'm not... then..." For some reason, when I was facing the imposing Sister Irene, my tongue always got stuck, completely different from what I had said to Mandy earlier.

Irene: "What are you shy about! There are plenty of gay people in our line of work. It's not surprising that people like you who do creative work are even better. Looking at your tall, pretty, and fair-skinned figure, you should have guessed why you'd be working for a women's clothing brand." I was speechless. I used to work in the men's department, but she was too busy to remember where I came from. Just as I was about to explain, she said, "Why are you still standing here? Go to work!! Also, these ten styles of stockings need to have their packaging redesigned. I don't like those photos; they're too conservative. We're in fashion; we need to make girls think about sex when they see them so they can seduce those sluts!" She rattled off her words, her tone and attitude terrible. All my previous fantasies about her vanished. It's true what they say, appearances really do deceive.

I was still standing there when Mandy kept tugging at my sleeve, urging me to leave, her mouth forming the words, "Go!! Get out!" So I picked up the old packaging and left dejectedly. Mandy was still inside. As I left, I heard Irene say:

"How can you do this job?! Where did you find such an idiot to work for me?! Do you even have a brain?! Do you believe I'll fire you right now?!" Mandy quickly apologized, saying, "Irene, it's not my fault. The boss transferred him here. He was originally a colleague from the ninth floor!" Irene: "I don't care. If he doesn't finish fixing it before he leaves work tonight, tell him he doesn't need to come back!" Mandy just kept nodding. Irene continued, "Where's my dry cleaning?!" Mandy: "It's already been sent back to your house!" Irene angrily shouted, "Why did you send it back to my house?! Did I say that?! Why are you being so clever?!" Mandy's voice started to hoarse, and she seemed about to cry. She said, "But it's always been like this..." Irene was still angry and shouted, "So what if it's always been like this? You've always eaten feces, will you continue to eat it?! Garbage!!" Mandy lowered her head and didn't dare to answer. Irene continued, "Aren't you going to come to my house and get it back right now?! I moved to this service in Admiralty!" "Apartment, and get me some daily necessities. If you don't know what they are, ask the maid. Do you know that? You useless piece of trash?!" Mandy took the note from her hand, turned around and ran out, covering her eyes and crying. The female colleagues around her didn't dare to make a sound, but a few of the less attractive ones were secretly laughing.

I went up to comfort her and said softly, "Mandy, are you okay?!" But she turned around and yelled at me, "It's all your fault!! If you hadn't been so stupid and angered her, would I have been yelled at for no reason?!! You!! Hurry up and finish your work. She said if you don't finish before you leave work today, you're finished!!" I felt like I was struck by lightning, and then I realized that her attitude had been just as bad before. It's really not easy working for this she-devil. I asked,

"But she doesn't just want to change the packaging design; she thinks the photos aren't alluring enough. How can she find a model to reshoot in one day?!" Mandy said, "We have tons of photos in our database. We've already shot three times this year alone. Look there! Do you even understand design?!" I used to work in the menswear department, where resources were limited, and I always just used cheap local male models for photos. How could I have known that the main department was so systematic?!

I nodded and said, "I understand, but where are they?!"

Mandy didn't answer. She picked up her bag and left, only turning back impatiently to say, "Find it yourself. The server has names and categories. If I have to help you with everything, then who will help me?!" With that, she stormed off.

So, I went back to my seat and started looking. Sure enough, it wasn't hard to find the photo library, but there were already over two thousand photos from just six months, and the stocking sizes weren't identified. I was completely dumbfounded.

I buried myself in searching for suitable designs, and before I knew it, it was past one hour. Mandy came back briefly, but then reassigned Irene to another task, so lunch was canceled. I wasn't too bothered; my stomach was rumbling, but time was of the essence, so I had to keep working.

This was originally my dream job—I could naturally admire sexy photos of models from different places wearing various stockings—but after looking at them for over four hours, a considerable amount of lust had built up within me, which I had to suppress.

Even so, this made it easier for me to pinpoint which photos would satisfy me. I finally found ten alluring photos of beautiful legs, and I could start working on the graphic design.

I found some packaging designs from other brands online for reference, quickly narrowing it down to two, and then diligently incorporated them into the ten stocking designs.

I thought the design process was going smoothly, but when I finished, I looked around and realized everyone had already left work; it was completely dark outside. I checked my watch; it was already eight o'clock. Fortunately, the lights were still on in Irene's office ahead, so I quickly printed out all the designs and went up to knock on the door.

Irene was still working hard, but the sleeves of her shirt were pulled up, and I saw that her high heels had been kicked to the side of the table, so I figured she must be barefoot. Seeing me knocking at the door, she said, "Come in!! Do I need to invite you in?!" I went in with the design and said, "Irene, is it finished?! Where should I put it?!" She said, "You're so inefficient! You just finished it, and you're here to present it to me?!" I didn't expect to have to present it. Usually, I just handed my designs over to my boss. I stammered, "Um... I have two designs here, each one used on those ten pairs of stockings... Do you think it's okay?!" She snatched the design away and said, "Is this what you call a presentation?! Useless!!!" Maybe because I rarely get scolded, or maybe I was too tired or too hungry, I really couldn't take it after being scolded by this woman. I said, "You... I'm not useless. You gave me so little time, I've already done my best. I wasn't planning on a formal presentation. It's your requirement that's unclear. You're the one who needs to reflect, not me!" She didn't expect me to argue back. After a moment of stunned silence, she shouted, "You've got some nerve, daring to talk to me like that!" "Speak?!" I was even angrier and said, "What do you mean, 'dare'?! You're just a little woman, do you think I'm afraid you'll hit me or eat me?! At worst, you can just fire me, what makes you so arrogant?!" She didn't know how to answer after I said that, she was full of anger. She turned around, and I knew I was out of a job, so I turned and left. I said, "I don't need to bother you anymore, I'm quitting!!" But even though she still had her back to me, her tone was calm. She said, "Do you really think that presenting a design is something someone has to ask for?" This made me stop. I turned around and said, "Well... not really, it's just that I didn't have enough time and wasn't prepared. Your... request isn't unreasonable." Irene: "Then, how much preparation time would be reasonable?!" I said, "At least two hours, right?!" Irene: "Okay, I'll give you two hours. Come back and present in two hours." Without saying another word, I picked up the design and went back to my seat to start preparing the presentation. As I wrote, I looked up information online for reference. Before I knew it, it was already 9:30. Suddenly, with a "thud," a bag of takeout food was placed on my table. When I looked up, I could only see her back.

She didn't say anything, and I didn't thank her either.

Around 10 a.m., I knocked and entered automatically, saying, "It's done. Please come to the meeting room." We went to the meeting room; the lights were off, everyone had left, and only the two of us remained. I turned on the projector, and Irene sat down to listen to me carefully explain the benefits of each design element. After about ten minutes, she finally spoke:

"Which one do you like?!"

I said, "I prefer the simpler design because girls are all familiar with stockings, so there's no need to say more. Our brand already represents a guarantee of quality. It's more about the model's pose being sexy." Irene said, "I agree. But do you think these photos are sexy enough?!" I said, "Yes, they're hot enough. I found these from thousands of photos!" Irene said, "But you're gay, so you can't take that seriously!" I immediately said, "I wanted to tell you before that I'm not gay, I'm a 100% man!" Irene pouted and said, "If you want to sell this design, that's what you have to say!" I said, "Hahaha~ No, I'm not just a normal man, I'm also a lecherous guy with a stocking fetish!" After hearing this, Irene moved her chair off the table so I could see her clearly. She crossed her right leg over her left and gently stroked her black-stockinged thigh with her hand, seductively stroking it back and forth. I stared wide-eyed. She said:

"So, aren't my legs beautiful?!"

I stared at her lustfully. She slightly pulled up her short skirt, allowing me to see her thighs tightly encased in black stockings. Her thighs were full and shapely, perfectly sculpted by the black stockings. Her right calf, dangling in mid-air, appeared long and slender under her high heels. She deliberately loosened her shoes slightly, letting her calf sway gently.

I'd seen photos of beautiful legs in stockings all day, and now, with such a perfect, mature woman teasing me in front of me, my lower body couldn't help but harden.

Neither of us spoke, only the noise of the air conditioner could be heard. She switched her legs, almost revealing her underwear—a green silk pair. My erection became even harder, causing my trousers to bulge.

She looked at my crotch, and finally, I saw her first smile. It turned out she was quite beautiful when she smiled. She said, "You knew you weren't lying!" I slowly walked towards her. She didn't back down. I reached out my hand and said, "Irene...can I...touch it?!" She didn't speak, so I placed my hand on her plump thigh and gently stroked it, feeling an immense pleasure! I never imagined I could touch this cold beauty's hot thigh. I was just about to take it a step further

when suddenly, *slap*! I received a heavy slap across the face. As I saw stars, she stood up and said, "You scoundrel!! You perverted little devil!!" Then she stormed off.

I hurriedly packed my things, turned off the equipment, and returned to my seat. I saw that she had just turned off her office light, put on her coat, and said, "Little devil! Just choose the one you like! You can't leave until you send the file to the production department, understand?!" I had no choice but to agree. That night, I left the company at 11:30.

And so began my career in the women's clothing department. Irene was as fiery and unreasonable as ever, but whether it was my imagination or not, she always seemed to let me peek at her beautiful legs in stockings, intentionally or unintentionally. During weekly meetings, she always made me sit opposite her, allowing me to see her lower body through the glass conference table. She would also frequently cross her legs; I remember once when she wore a pair of new suspender stockings, I even saw the edge of her stockings.

Half a year passed in the blink of an eye. The weather started to warm up, and women everywhere began to wear less clothing. There weren't many women in stockings on the streets, but thankfully, under Irene's orders, all female colleagues were still required to wear stockings to work. During meetings, when they sweated, they would cross their legs, and the women's body odor filled the meeting room, making it difficult for me to concentrate.

I haven't had a girlfriend in a long time; my last relationship was four years ago. I guess it's just my hormones acting up, or maybe it's because I haven't been masturbating much these past few months, so my tastes have become a bit more intense. Often, when I see female colleagues who aren't particularly attractive and accidentally expose their thighs, I get aroused and use that as an excuse to get closer and touch their stockinged legs. They don't seem to mind much, and besides, I'm not bad-looking, you know.

The one who makes things difficult for me is Mandy. We've become quite close through work and often have lunch together, though often with a large group of female colleagues. They're really noisy when they're all together, so occasionally I'll have lunch alone with Mandy.

Even now, she hasn't asked me to treat her to that sashimi feast. On the contrary, sometimes when I'm short on cash, she'll treat me to a meal. Mandy is a typical Hong Kong girl—tough on the outside but soft on the inside. She always tries to be strong, but if you're nice to her, she'll be very grateful.

You ask me, then why is it difficult? Of course, it was because the weather was getting warmer, and she was wearing less clothing, making it easy for me to see her figure. We met often, and we had a lot of unintentional contact. I had accidentally seen her figure under her skirt more than once. When I got home that night, without realizing it, my pre-sleep sexual fantasies revolved around the scene with Mandy in the office that day. I had imagined her masturbating dozens of times. I often thought how wonderful it would be if she weren't married and didn't have children; I would definitely pursue her.

I remember that day was a Saturday. Sister Irene asked us to go back to the office to prepare for the meeting of senior executives from the Italian headquarters who were coming to Hong Kong. She didn't come back herself, so we dressed more casually. Mandy wore a yellow halter-neck floral dress and high-heeled sandals that day. Although she wasn't wearing stockings, her youthful, beautiful, white, and smooth legs already made me dizzy. These past few days have been a period of rejuvenation, and my mind has been filled with erotic images. Coincidentally, I haven't been able to release my pent-up desires these past few days, and the pent-up desire in my chest has accumulated quite a bit. But to be honest, I've recently found that I can't do it myself. I need real women, so any rare opportunity to be close to women, even just to meet them, is nice, especially beautiful women.

I worked until after six o'clock, and my colleagues gradually left. I had actually finished my work, but seeing that Mandy, as the secretary, still had a lot to handle, I helped her.

During our casual conversation, I said, "You said Irene would come back, why isn't she coming back now?!" Mandy replied, "Oh~ she texted me saying she signed the divorce papers today." I said, "Oh~~ but wasn't she already divorced?!" Mandy said, "No, oh... right, she only officially separated the day you started work, right?" I said, "But it hasn't been long enough, so they both agreed!" Mandy said, "I don't dare say much about her, but since we're so close, I might as well say more. Irene's husband owns a factory in mainland China, and they've always been good friends, but five years ago, after a traffic accident in Guangzhou, he became paralyzed from the waist down. At first, Irene took great care of him, and their relationship became even better. But as time went on, her husband lost his job, complained all day, and became very irritable. Irene hired a private caregiver and, to avoid friction, devoted herself to her work. But two years ago, one night Irene came home early and found the caregiver from mainland China sitting naked on her husband's face, giving him her private parts."

In a fit of anger, Irene fired the caregiver, but her husband was furious. He said that if Irene wouldn't give him pleasure, shouldn't he also find his own? He claimed that even though he wasn't physically capable, he still had emotional needs. Irene was heartbroken and tried to provide for her husband herself, but he showed no interest. She tried all sorts of erotic costumes and toys, but nothing worked.

After a while, she gave up. Hearing this, she simply let her husband go to prostitutes and even arranged everything for him. Unexpectedly, this caused her to unknowingly and completely give up on loving her husband.

Six months ago, her husband said he had had enough and didn't want to see Irene anymore because seeing her would remind him of the past. Irene understood and moved out.

"I heard her husband is remarrying, and it turns out it's the same caregiver from back then, so they signed the divorce papers." I said, "Wow~~~ I see, no wonder she has such a bad temper!!" Mandy said, "By the way, I've been with her for many years, and I feel sorry for her too~" I said, "So that's why you didn't leave even when she yelled at you like that!" I thought about my long-standing dissatisfaction with her, and compared to her experience, it really seemed insignificant. I think I've really changed my opinion of her a bit.

We chatted for a while longer. At this moment, it was just Mandy and me in the office. I deliberately sat very close to her, helping her bind the meeting agenda. She smiled with her head down, looking so beautiful. Whenever she got up to get something, I would look at her from behind. Her floral dress was very thin, and the light shining from the front made it clear that I could see her figure under the dress. I could see the shape of her underwear and her round little butt. I stared blankly at her beautiful little legs; they were really charming.

I sat even closer, and our shoulders would occasionally brush against each other, but she didn't move away. I could clearly smell the honeydew melon perfume on her. I felt dizzy and lightheaded.

But she suddenly said, "Jack, you should leave soon. I'm all done. I just need to photocopy these documents and then I can go." I said, "It's okay. I'm not busy. You look so beautiful. You must have a date tonight. I can just photocopy them for you. You should go first!" Mandy: "Really?! Do I look beautiful like this?!" she said, jokingly putting her hands on her hips and standing like a model. "I said, 'Of course you're beautiful! Honestly, you're the most beautiful person I know. You don't look like you have a six-year-old daughter at all!' Mandy: 'You're so sweet-talking! But if it weren't for the 'marriage by chance' back then, I might still be single!' I said, 'I know you felt unhappy back then, but isn't it great now? Think about it, ten years from now, you'll only be thirty-four, and your daughter will be sixteen. With your looks, you'll definitely look like sisters!' Mandy laughed and said, 'Lin Zhengjie!! Why are you always saying sweet things to me today? What are you up to? Tell me!' I thought to myself, I just want to take off your underwear and punish you right here and now!'" Of course, I didn't say that. I said, "What are you up to? Can't I even be nice to you? Women are such a hassle!" Mandy laughed and said, "I know you're a good brother, I was just joking with you~ By the way, don't you want to know what my date is tonight?" I said, "You can tell me if you want!" Mandy said, "Today is my wedding anniversary, my husband invited me to dinner at a hotel!!" I felt a pang of jealousy and said, "So sweet~" After saying that, I picked up the documents and went to the photocopying room. I didn't want her to see my expression and said, "It's late, and there's a lot of traffic at this time. Leave these to me!" I left without waiting for her reply, but I heard her start packing her things and say, "Well... thank you, Jack. I'll treat you to dinner next week!!" I was busy alone in the photocopying room. I didn't turn on the light and quietly savored the image of Mandy in my mind. Often, what we can't have is the best, I kept thinking in the darkness.

After a hazy, dreamlike moment, I suddenly heard a sound behind me. I couldn't tell if I was imagining her or if she had really returned. When I turned around, Mandy rushed into my arms. It was the first time I had ever embraced her; the attraction that had lasted for six months had finally brought us together.

She said, "Jack, I've been thinking about you a lot too. Don't I know how you feel about me? But you make me hate myself. I have a wonderful family, and I love my husband very much..." Before she could finish, I pressed my lips to hers and answered her question. At first, she was startled and backed away, but I continued to kiss her. She struggled for a moment and then gave in. I enjoyed her warmth and fragrance, and she quickly reciprocated.

She pressed me against the photocopier and we kissed passionately. My hands involuntarily roamed over her floral dress, and I couldn't help but caress her bottom. She paused for a moment, moaning softly.

I whispered in her ear, "You know how many times I've fantasized about this moment!! I think about you every night, and I steal glances at you every day~" Mandy hugged me tightly and said, "Of course I know! You always look at me so lustfully, it makes me… well…" I didn't know she thought the same thing, and I felt a surge of pleasure. We kissed passionately again, and I gently pulled up her skirt, revealing her yellow cotton panties, which were already wet.

She said between kisses, "No~ Ah Jack… Hehe… No way!!!" I turned her around, letting her lean against the photocopier, and knelt in front of her. I lifted her left leg and placed it on my shoulder. She kept pushing me away with her hands, but the force was very subtle, just a struggle of her conscious mind.

I could finally face Mandy's panties. Although there was only a pair of panties separating her from her private parts, the scent of her vaginal fluid was already in front of me, calling out my mating instincts. To avoid triggering her protective instincts, I kept licking the beauty's genitals through her panties with my tongue. But the taste was so fresh and sweet, it was incredibly tempting, making me lick it frantically.

Mandy was indeed accepting of me sucking through her underwear; she didn't resist but instead closed her eyes and enjoyed it, unconsciously moaning,

"Oh~ oh~ oh~ oh~ oh~ oh~ ah... oh!!!!!!!!!" Hearing her sweet cries, I couldn't help but look at her. Her delicate face flushed red, her tightly closed eyes and her yearning cries made my lower body swell completely.

I sucked like this for a while, and Mandy was already completely absorbed, no longer resisting. I gestured for her to kneel down, and then I took off my trousers, revealing my erect penis. She stared, stunned, but then said,

"Oh...so that's how it is...it's even thicker than I imagined..." I never thought any girl would fantasize about my penis, let alone the beautiful woman I see every day. So I said, "Oh...Mandy, so you're this horny too...can you make me feel good?!" She nodded shyly, then took my penis in her hand and gently licked different parts with the tip of her tongue. Gradually, she became bolder and began to lick and suck more forcefully, as if she were cleaning me. Although my sensations were vague, watching the beautiful woman doing this filthy thing for me made me feel truly happy!

Suddenly, she opened her mouth and took my entire penis into her mouth. I couldn't help but cry out, "Wow!!!! Oh~~~~" Warmth covered my lower body, and I gently caressed her earlobe with my hand. She then began to suck on me up and down.

An overwhelming pleasure washed over me, and I was swept along by her rhythm, moaning, "Mmm!! Mmm! Mmm! Oh~~ Mandy!! So good~~~" She moaned back below, "Mmm~~~!!! Mmm!!!" I was lost in the euphoric stimulation when a sudden sound brought everything to a halt.

I heard the sound of an office chair being bumped outside. Had someone discovered us?!

Mandy immediately stopped sucking, quickly stood up, pulled down her skirt, and hid behind me. As I pulled my pants back up, I looked around and saw a reflection in the mirror outside... Irene!!!

The shock jolted me awake, cold sweat pouring down my back. I looked at the glass door of the copy room and saw only my own reflection. I turned around but couldn't find Mandy. A voice in my head said, "She never came back." Then I remembered that I had just been fantasizing about a beautiful woman and masturbating alone.

I didn't know what to do, but I had to face reality, so I immediately went out to see what was going on. When I arrived at Irene's office, I found her sitting in her seat, looking at her computer, as if nothing had happened. I suppressed my panic and pretended to be calm, saying,

"Huh~ Irene, you... why are you back?!"

She didn't answer and just continued working, so I turned around to leave, saying, "Then I'll go back to work."

She said, "Is the meeting agenda bound?! Where's Mandy?!" I said, "Ah, almost. She... had an emergency at home and left it to me. I just photocopied the last few pages, and now we can bind it." I went out, but she coldly said, "Please wash your hands before binding. I don't want anyone to touch your filth." These words confirmed my fear, but her cold words were even more terrifying. I turned back and said, "I... just now... wasn't what you think. Actually, I thought... I..." I was truly speechless. Should I say that I was fantasizing about having sex with Mandy?!

She got angry after hearing this, stopped what she was doing, stood up, came to me, and said with a provocative look, "Fine, then tell me what I was thinking, and why you were just naked and fiddling with your penis?!" I looked at her and saw that she had her hands crossed in front of her chest, standing with one foot in front of the other, waiting for my answer. She was a little taller than usual because she was wearing very high heels. I slowly raised my head and saw that she was dressed like she was going to a funeral today, with black stockings and a black tight-fitting short skirt, and a sleeveless silk shirt on top.

Seeing that I was staring at her without answering, she said, "Have you looked enough? The way you're looking at me explains what you did just now, right?! You're a complete perverted little lecher! You couldn't resist going home first, so you could have hidden in the bathroom, right?! What's the difference between you and an animal?!" I was furious at her words and said, "I really can't explain what happened just now, but I don't usually do that. Yes! I'm lecherous! Yes! I haven't done that in a long time, but I shouldn't have done that. I don't know what happened. I'm sorry, I'll resign! But I know it was wrong. I'm not an animal. What right do you have to insult me?! You should go to prostitutes for your husband too!!" As soon as I said it, I regretted it, but I couldn't take it back. Irene was startled by my words, her face turned red, and she cursed, "You little lecher, how dare you talk like that!! You don't need to resign, I'll fire you right now! I'll tell everyone what you did!!" Tears welled up in her eyes as she spoke, and I was startled and didn't know how to answer.

She continued crying, saying, "What right do you have to judge my affairs?!" We stood there silently for a while. I felt guilty and said, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that. I... I know your difficulties... It was my fault. Do whatever you want, don't cry." But the more I said that, the more she cried, louder and louder, her voice becoming pitiful. She said, "Don't... don't think it's just you... I... no, many people don't do that either. Do they masturbate everywhere?! You perverted sex maniac, beast!! Animal!!!" I let her curse me without saying a word. Her voice became hoarse. I didn't say anything. After she finished cursing, she didn't say anything either, slowly leaning against the desk, wiping away her tears as she looked at me.

After my initial anger subsided, I quietly thought that she must have just signed the divorce papers, and her mood must have been terrible. Seeing me like that, it's no wonder she reacted so strongly.

The quiet office was just the two of us. I knew I'd soon be leaving this company and wouldn't need to see her again, so I felt a bit more relaxed. I said,

"Irene, since I've been fired, I might as well be frank." She seemed interested in this opening, looking at me as she listened.

I said, "Please don't accuse me of being nosy... I sympathize with your experience, but... venting on us won't help you. Since he's moved on, it's time for you to move on too. I know I don't know the whole story, but I do know... you're a stunning beauty, so young, you should live happily for yourself..." She didn't retaliate, so I continued, "Hahaha... it's true. You might not care, but in my eyes, you're a person with both inner and outer beauty, and you're capable at work..." I pointed to her reflection in the glass door behind me: "She's beautiful...look!!! A mature and stunning woman!!" She was about to speak when I interrupted, "I know!!! You probably think I'm saying this to flatter you, to keep me from firing me or to prevent you from spreading my dirty secrets! But honestly, I'm a real man. What's so strange about those womanizing things? Besides, I'm just a lowly employee; I can come and go as I please. It's nothing special. I don't need to flatter you." She swallowed her words. I continued, "Believe it or not, I'll go out now to finish binding. I'll pack my things, and you won't need to see me again. Have Mandy send the termination letter directly to me." Surprisingly, she didn't answer, just stood there. I left her office.

I quickly took all the documents from the photocopier and returned to my seat to bind them. Irene ignored me.

The binding was finished. I checked my watch; it was already eight o'clock. I grabbed a cardboard box, put all my things inside, put on my coat, and went to her office with the bound documents.

Irene wasn't at her desk, so I went inside intending to leave the documents on her desk. But as soon as I entered, I was so shocked that I dropped everything, including the box, to the floor.

I found Irene sitting on a small sofa with her back to the door. Her ponytail was loose, and her long, straight hair made her look younger and more feminine! I saw her legs spread apart, one hand holding a small vibrator, rubbing it through her black stockings and panties, while her other hand was inside her unbuttoned silk shirt, where her bra was half-undone, and she was gently pinching her nipple with her fingers.

Worried that I was fantasizing again, I slapped myself hard to confirm that what I was seeing was real. I couldn't believe my eyes and exclaimed, "Ah!! Irene, what are you…" She looked up at me and said, "Well, now you've caught me masturbating, so we're even." Her voice was so clear it pierced my ears. I knew the impossible was actually happening.

Unlike the blurry fantasies I had with Mandy earlier, I could now clearly see every fold of her black stockings. The vibrator was pressing down on her black silk panties, which were covered by the stockings.

The beauty in front of me was more than ten years older than me. Although I've never been particularly interested in older women, I couldn't stop thinking about her ever since she showed me her mature thighs in the conference room that night. Seeing my usually arrogant and irritable boss in such a erotic pose really excited me. I couldn't help but stare, enjoying the visual pleasure.

Irene didn't pay attention to my erotic gaze at her body and continued to enjoy herself. The only sounds in the quiet office were the vibrator and her occasional soft moans.

I continued to stand and watch. Her plump thighs spread even wider, pressed against the sofa, her snow-white flesh pressed tightly within black stockings. Her calves were pulled up by high heels, revealing a perfect M-shaped body, and I felt my lower body rapidly swell.

She kept rubbing that area with the vibrator, more and more vigorously. Seeing her begin to frown and bite her lip, I swallowed hard. Already aroused, I couldn't help but walk towards her, kneeling between her legs, like a bewitched puppet obeying her commands. But she ignored me for a long time. I couldn't resist reaching out to touch her alluring thighs. Oh~~ the hot and smooth feeling shocked my heart. Just as I was about to go further, she suddenly slapped me across the face, and I immediately woke up.

She was still there, half-naked, but her expression was very angry. She said, "Who said you can touch me?!" I was so frightened that I immediately sat down on the ground, pressing my burning face, unable to answer.

She stopped the vibrator, crossed her legs, and put her right foot on top of her left, striking a provocative yet sexy pose. She said, "We're even. I'm already doing you a huge favor by not firing you. You greedy little lecher, you still want to eat my swan meat?! You're really dreaming!! Hahahaha." I sat on the ground, stunned. Hearing her words, I thought about it and realized she wasn't wrong. I was just a naive young man, and compared to a mature beauty like her, I really wasn't good enough. Feeling both ashamed and heartbroken, I stood up abruptly, head bowed, and left, saying, "Perhaps you're right. I really shouldn't have acted that way, but I was just captivated by you... I'm sorry." I quickly picked up my things from the floor and placed them on her desk. She also stood up and adjusted her skirt. I turned back to her and said, "Irene, I think I can't face you anymore. I think I should just resign. I'm sorry." She tried to persuade me to stay, but after looking at the documents, she said, "Fine! Don't think you're so great. You can find people like you anywhere!! Keep packing, but don't take a single item from the company, or I'll definitely call the police!!! Get out!!!" Although this was my first formal job, I had worked for many companies during summer breaks, but this was the first time I had been treated like this when resigning. I had been trying to control my emotions, but I couldn't hold back any longer. I turned around and said,

"I definitely won't!! Irene, what did I do to you that you treat me like this?! Do you think you're pathetic?! There are many people more pathetic than you!! I've always respected you, and even just now, it was just that I... I was interested in you!! You shouldn't take it as a compliment, but it shouldn't be an insult either, right?! I'm not that ugly either!!! Didn't you show me this yourself? Did you expect me to have no reaction at all?" No one had ever dared to talk back to her before, but I, this kid, had insulted her twice in just a few hours. She didn't know how to react and didn't answer.

My anger hadn't subsided. I turned to face her, stood in front of her, and said, "You're not just a woman, are you?! Do you think I'm really afraid of you?! You insult me without any real feeling, what makes you so arrogant?! Try hitting me again, and see if I don't fight back!" She took a step forward, almost face to face with me, but I was more than a head taller than her, and the height difference was immediately apparent. She raised her hand as if to hit me, so I put on a fierce expression and cursed, "Try it?!" We faced off for a moment, and she grew angrier and angrier. Finally, she attacked. I grabbed her hand in mid-air, and she attacked me with her other hand. I quickly grabbed that hand as well, gripping it tightly. At first, she tried to be defiant, but gradually she couldn't help it and frowned, indicating that she was in pain.

I didn't let go, and said to her, "What?! What else can you do?! Go ahead and do it!!!! You vicious old hag!!" Looking at her strained expression, her eyes wide, I continued, "You vicious old woman, no wonder your husband would rather marry a prostitute than you!!! You deserve it, you're destined to be alone forever!!!" I finally shouted, "You bitch!!!!!!!!!!" At that moment, a long tear streamed from her large eyes. She hadn't changed, but I felt a pang of regret. I immediately let go, but she couldn't stop crying—a silent sob, tears streaming from her eyes.

Her hands fell limply, and I immediately looked at the spot I had been holding tightly; it was completely red.

The crying woman before me was no longer a demon, but a pitiful little woman. She had collapsed, her expression devoid of strength. I didn't know if I had hurt her body or her soul.

I immediately gently took her hand, examining the swollen area. I gently stroked it, and she didn't resist at all. Strangely, I didn't feel guilty; instead, I felt a pang of heartache. I said gently and naturally, "Did I hurt you?!" We were still standing very close. She seemed to be moved by my tone, slowly looking at me with tears in her eyes. Suddenly, she leaned forward and pressed her lips to mine.

A warm, fragrant scent wafted over me. I released her hands, wrapped my arms around her waist, and kissed her. The initial feeling was strange. This person was clearly my boss, Irene, yet at the same time, she seemed like a completely different person, a complete stranger.

Unexpectedly, although she wasn't young, her breath was very fragrant, and I easily fell into a passionate kiss. Irene was initially stiff, just randomly kissing me with her lips, looking both anxious and startled. I knew she hadn't been intimate with anyone in a long time, let alone a passionate kiss. Only through my gentle guidance, lightly stroking her back with my hands, and slowly beginning to gently intertwine our tongues, did she finally relax.

We stood there kissing passionately for several minutes, and then she became more enthusiastic and cooperative. I deliberately kissed her for a long time because I knew she was still quite frightened inside. Although she longed to be loved, she didn't know how to express it, so she was hiding behind a fierce protective shell... I thought. So I gently slowed down to let her adjust first.

I didn't expect that her long-suppressed desire would suddenly erupt like a burst dam. She gradually became very proactive, each wet kiss deep and fierce, and finally she reached out and hugged me, like a little bird nestled in my arms.

I don't remember how long we kissed. Eventually, we were both panting, so I picked her up in my arms. She lifted herself off the ground and, for the first time, showed a warm, contented smile. Looking at her, I hadn't expected this side of her, and stammered, "Irene, your smile is so beautiful, so incredibly beautiful!!!" She appreciated my sincere compliment, smiled back, and reached out to touch my face, whispering, "Did I hurt you?" Holding such a mature beauty in my arms, even a broken arm wouldn't hurt! I looked down at her and said,

"It doesn't hurt at all. I'm so naughty!! I hurt you instead!!" I took her arm and kissed it gently before placing her on the sofa.

I got up and turned off all the office lights, leaving only the light streaming in from outside—it was quite romantic.

She understood why I turned off the lights and gestured for me to embrace her in return for my tenderness. So I lay down on the sofa with her and held her tightly.

Although the room was dark, I hadn't expected that she, who had been so wanton in playing with the vibrator earlier, would now shyly

hide in my arms, clutching her short skirt. I said, "Irene...you weren't like this just now...don't you want to?!" She didn't answer. I asked again, "It's okay, if you don't want to, we can just lie here and hug each other." She then said, "How are things different now and then! Just now I was...protesting, but now..." I understood a little, but I still didn't know what she meant. She continued, "Now...I really want to...do it...but I'm afraid you'll be disappointed if you see it..." I was even more confused and said, "How could I be disappointed?! Just looking at those things has already...made me hard..." Irene: "I'm not a girl anymore, you're so young...how could you like my old body!" I finally understood. She was sincere towards me, opening herself up, but she was even more afraid of being hurt, so she expressed it through her actions. I first helped her sit up, then took off my clothes in front of her. My penis was already hard, so I gently stroked it with my hand. She was so focused on looking at my naked body that she forgot her worries.

I stared into her eyes, a look of desire on my face, as I stroked my penis. She seemed to enjoy it, her face turning red. I teased her further, saying, "You... you saw this earlier, right?! Did you... like it?! Do you like my penis?" She licked her lips and nodded, raising her legs, clamping her genitals together, and gently swaying her hips. Seeing those longed-for black-stockinged legs in front of me, I became even more excited.

I said, "Beautiful lady... this is the sitting position you're in... I don't know how many nights I've masturbated while fantasizing about you like this!!" She laughed and said, "Really?! You think about fantasizing about doing this with me... You're so naughty... But actually, I also..." I said, "You too?! You can do it yourself too?!" She said, "Silly boy, of course I can, I'm a woman too, I have sexual fantasies too~" I said, "Am I also a fantasy object?!" She said, "I won't tell you... You... Look at me like this... Have you ever fantasized about this?!" As she spoke, she caressed her beautiful legs with her hands, gently pulling on her stockings, and then lightly kicked her high heels, revealing the red patent leather soles and long, pointed heels. Then she slowly crossed her legs, deliberately showing her panties.

I was burning with desire, constantly stroking my penis, almost ejaculating. She also saw that my penis had become very large and said:

"Wow... Jack... So that's how big and thick your thing is... Mmm~~~" Irene said, squinting her eyes. The mature woman in front of her was so unfamiliar. Her lewd smile was completely different from her shy and gentle face just now. Seeing her cheeks flushed, her desire must have been aroused in the dark!

She still had her alluring black-stockinged legs crossed, leaning forward, very close to the penis I was playing with. She stared intently at my penis, like a moth drawn to a flame. Her brows relaxed, revealing a dazed expression, and she muttered to herself, "Mmm~~~ A thick and big young penis... I can't remember the last time I've seen one!!" I deliberately moved closer, and she naturally pressed her nose against my penis. She closed her eyes and sniffed deeply, saying, "Mmm~~~~ It smells really strong!!!" I was hit by her breath. Her hot breath made my genitals incredibly itchy, so I said, "Irene~~ do you want some?!" She didn't answer, but instead grasped my penis with her slender hand and licked the head of my penis with her tongue. I'd been consumed by erotic fantasies for most of the day, and now I was actually being licked there. Looking at the person in front of me, it was still that vicious

, icy beauty, my boss who always scolded me harshly. Now, she was serving my filthy penis like a bitch in heat, and even enjoying it immensely. My pleasure was indescribable! Irene got into it, her initial awkwardness and nervousness turning into skill and enjoyment. Her tongue coiled around the sensitive spots on my penis like a python. I never expected her oral sex skills to be so good. Indeed, mature women are better!

"Ah ...

Perhaps it had been a long time since she had made me this happy. Irene really liked my moans and, wanting to make me even more aroused, suddenly opened her mouth without a word and took my entire penis in. A warm current flowed from my genitals, and the pleasure made me suddenly shout, "Wow!!!!! Ahhhhhh!!!" She looked up at me, a smug yet lewd smile on her face. I frowned and returned her a comfortable yet exhausted look. She then began to suck vigorously, spreading her beautiful legs and kneeling between my legs. I used my hands to support her as she moved up and down, the sounds of "plop plop plop plop plop plop plop plop plop" incessant. I caressed her dark hair, thinking that when she was eighteen, I was only six. How could this older, beautiful woman be sucking my penis?!

Of course, I could see in Irene's eyes that she felt incredibly lucky; how could a lonely, mature woman be sucking the penis of a young, strong, handsome man?!

Irene was enjoying herself immensely, not only not tired, but even faster. I pressed her head down, the pleasure coming on quickly, and I kept moaning, "Whoosh...whoosh...whoosh...ah...ah...whoosh!!!" I was about to ejaculate when she suddenly stopped, wiped her mouth with her hand, and laughed, "I...haven't done it in a long time...you can't just ejaculate like this...I...I want you to give it your all...hehe~" Although she was pretending to be joking, she was actually hiding her true desires. But honestly, I really had a lot of desire for Irene in front of me, and I didn't want to end our first time like this. I wanted to enjoy this ripe, beautiful flesh, so I said, "Irene, my good sister, my good boss, I'm going to serve you well tonight, I want you to experience another orgasm!!" Men are creatures influenced by sight, but women are often easily influenced by words and speech. After Irene heard what I said, she closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and smiled expectantly. Then she gently lay down on the sofa, striking a seductive pose, and said, "Really?! Jack... will he really be good to me?!" Before I could answer, I climbed between her thighs, spread her legs wide, and caressed her inner thighs with my hands. It felt so good through the black stockings—smooth and with the texture of the stockings. But she seemed to enjoy it even more than I did, already moaning softly, "Ohhhhhhh!!!! Ouch..." I pressed my face against her left thigh, against the smooth black stockings, the flesh inside was white and soft. I lovingly held her leg, slowly and carefully admiring it from there down to her knee, licking it with my tongue all the way down to her calf. My love for her beautiful legs was indescribable. After playing with her left leg, I moved on to her right. Irene understood my preferences. She took off her left heel, revealing her sexy toes. They were unpainted, a natural beauty. From this angle, I looked down from her toes to her entire black-stockinged leg, down to her panties hidden under her skirt, down to her body, and finally to her lewd expression.

I held her foot to my nose to smell it. She tried to stop me, saying softly, "Don't... I've been wearing shoes all day... they'll smell!" I ignored her and sniffed intently. There was no stench, only the smell of leather shoes mixed with Irene's scent. I couldn't resist sucking on her toes, and she immediately cried out, "Oh my... Oh..." There wasn't actually a physical smell, but the sensation made my lower body swell as if it were about to explode. I kept sucking, feeling so good!

After a while, she took off her other heel, gesturing for me to stand up. She used her alluring black-stockinged legs to clamp my penis, moving it up and down repeatedly. The physical pleasure I felt paled in comparison to the visual sensation of a mature beauty spreading her black-stockinged legs and teasing me. The sensation of the stockings rubbing against my penis was initially a little painful, but it quickly turned into excitement. I caressed her swaying legs with my hands, feeling so good

I was about to ejaculate! Not wanting to finish, I stopped, knelt down in front of her legs, and helped her put her heels back on. I really like women in heels, so I offered to help her. She knew my fetish and deliberately put them on slowly, striking seductive poses—so alluring. After putting on both heels, I nestled between her legs. Now it was time to enjoy her plump, black-stockinged thighs.

'I really love women's beautiful legs in black stockings,' I kept thinking.

I caressed her legs for a while, grabbing and pinching her soft, smooth thighs. She couldn't help but sway her hips, her desire unbearable. I buried my head under her skirt, kissing her thighs, but was drawn in by the scent emanating from her. It was an intense, indescribable fragrance—a mix of sweet, pungent, fishy, and savory aromas. I pressed my nose against her panties, and it immediately became soaked.

She was already incredibly wet; even through her panties and stockings, my nose was covered in her fluids. I inhaled deeply. Oh—this is what a mature, real woman smells like! How wonderful!

With my nose pressed against her there, and me sniffing like a puppy, she instinctively pushed my head away, shyly saying, "Oh no~~ it's dirty there, it smells awful, don't do this..." But to my nose, it was the opposite; it smelled like the best scent in the world. I said, "How could that be, Irene?! You smell so good!! It smells so good, I beg you, I'll do anything you want, just let me have my fill!!!" She was even more dizzy than me, replying, "Jack, you... you don't need to beg me... as long as you like it, I'll give it to you, I... I'll do anything... I'm yours... enjoy it!!" Hearing this, I stuck out my tongue and licked her panties through her black stockings. At first, I wasn't used to the smell and thought it was a little fishy, but gradually I found myself enjoying it immensely!

I gradually became frenzied, licking and sucking incessantly, while gently scratching her genitals with my hands. More and more fluid flowed out, and I could see the white liquid seeping through her black stockings. I stayed between her legs for a long time, unwilling to leave, saying, "Irene, you've come so much, you're so wet!!" "Oh~ don't say that... the more you say it, the itchier it gets~~~ I'm almost... almost unable to take it anymore..." But I ignored her, continuing to stay there enjoying the lustful fluids covering her face. Her entire thighs were also soaked by me. I was enjoying myself, slowly savoring this thirty-eight-year-old body, but she thought I was deliberately teasing her, and couldn't help but start guiding her with her fingers to lick certain places, gradually even starting to masturbate herself. Her breathing quickened; after all, it had been a long time since she'd been intimate, and her desire was burning fiercely. She pleaded, "Jack... I was wrong... I treated you like that... Please don't tempt me anymore... Give it to me... I promise I won't do it again!!" A woman is most adorable when she willingly submits to a man's advances. Those words gave me a huge sense of accomplishment, but I wasn't trying to bully her. I climbed out and came to her, giving her a wet kiss. Irene was soaked with her own juices, but instead of feeling nauseous, her desire only intensified. I said, "Irene, of course I'll give it to you, but you don't know how wonderful you are down there!!" But by then, her face was flushed, and she was completely oblivious, only wanting to be intimate. She pouted and said, "I... you can have it there... but I'm already... I'm burning so hard!!!" I nodded and reached under her skirt, finding the top of her stockings. I pulled them down along with her panties, and she cooperated by bending over, making it easy for me to remove them.

I rolled up her panties and stockings, pulling them down to her thighs. She lifted her beautiful legs, and I finally saw the mature beauty's naked body clearly. She pulled up her short skirt, revealing her snow-white belly and slender waist, below which were her full hips and plump thighs. Her body was soft and warm, and I couldn't help but exclaim, "Wow!!! So beautiful!!!" I caressed her snow-white skin tenderly. She was usually busy with work and didn't exercise, so her belly had some mature fat, but it was still very small and felt very real, very feminine. Seeing the curves of her body, I couldn't help but say, "This is a real woman!!!" She laughed and said proudly, "Don't just look... a real woman now needs... a real man!!!" I pulled her thighs up, making her hold them with her hands, thus completely exposing her lower body. I deliberately didn't remove her stockings and high heels, because this made her slender legs even more sexy.

I saw my boss's private parts for the first time!! Irene's area used to be very hairy, but now it was all wet. Her labia were dark brown, swollen and engorged with blood, and covered with thick white fluid. I couldn't help but crawl over there again, and her disappointed expression was quickly changed by my actions.

I stuck out my tongue, laid it flat, and licked her labia with gusto. Irene had been anticipating intercourse, but instead, the direct licking brought her a lot of pleasure, and she cried out, "Oh!!!!!!!!! Wow~~~ How... Oh~~ Oh~~ Ahhh!!!" I swallowed all her vaginal fluid, leaving it in my mouth, but she kept producing more. As I ate, she closed her eyes and enjoyed it immensely: "Mmm!!! Mmm!!! Mmm!!! Oh!!! Ahhh~ Good~~~~" Just as I stopped, she opened her eyes and looked disappointed. I opened my mouth, letting her see that it was full of her love fluid. She pouted and looked concerned, saying, "Oh dear!! Jack, spit it out... It's so dirty!!!" But I swallowed it all in front of her, making a 'slurp' sound, and even showed a delicious expression. Irene smiled lewdly, both embarrassed and adoring, and pulled her legs up even higher.

Throughout the entire process, my lower body remained erect, my penis swollen and engorged with blood. Seeing the beautiful woman, half-clad in stockings, part her labia, how could I resist any longer? I glared at Irene, a fierce expression on my face. She knew I was burning with desire and about to enter her, so she gave me a provocative look, as if to say she had been waiting for this for a long time.

My mind was already in a state of confusion, but as I picked up my penis, I remembered I didn't have a condom, so I only used the head of my penis to rub against her labia, trying to give her pleasure.

Irene, however, was hoping I would penetrate her, but she only felt excitement on her lips. The more I rubbed against her, the louder she cried out: "Oh!!! Oh ... She woke up for a moment, then frowned and gasped, "Ha!!! Ha!!! Ha!!! How...how am I about to come...I haven't...I haven't...I can't take it anymore...You're still tempting me...Don't tease me anymore...okay?!" I saw that her face was even redder than before, her forehead was covered in sweat, and there were still some tears in the corners of her eyes, so I slowed down my teasing and said, "Ah...ah...ah...no, I don't have a condom...so I can only...my beauty...how could I be teasing you...you don't know how much I want to put it in right now!!!How comfortable it would feel to put it in hard!!!!" When she heard the words "put it in," her waist twitched and she let out a soft cry. She said, "Oh...right...I understand...then...baby...just let it all spill onto my belly!!" I saw the disappointment in her eyes, but she still forced a smile, so I had no choice but to speed up my masturbation. She stopped closing her eyes and kept our eyes locked the whole time. When she saw me getting faster, she squinted and swayed her hips, trying to get me to ejaculate more excitedly. I looked at her expectant eyes, so cute and selfless. She even deliberately took off her shirt and bra, revealing her round and large breasts, all to give me pleasure.

I suddenly said, "Oh...oh...just insert it...it'll be fine if I take it out soon!!!" Then I thrust forward, inserting my entire penis into Irene's vagina. She was already completely wet there. Although my penis was swollen and thick, it still slid in easily with a "squeak". She didn't expect this, and her eyes suddenly widened. I was surrounded by her warmth and fell into the abyss of pleasure.

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