Road Rovers Hunter's Surprise
Funny how things happen in life. Colleen never thought that a moment's forgetfulness would lead to something which is now a major thrill and a positive addiction. The thing Colleen forgot was her panties. She was late for work and was rushing around, trying to eat breakfest, dress and sort out the contents of her briefcase at the same time. She suppose she should have noticed that the area between her thighs felt cooler and freer than usual but, in her haste to make it to the station, she didn't. Colleen's train came in and she squeezed into a space between two people. As she sat dow, her skirt rode up her thighs. Colleen didn't notice at first, but then she saw a man who was sitting opposite was staring at her with a startled, interested look. Thinking it was because her skirt was so high that her panties were showing, Colleen glanced down and - to her utter horror - saw her own pubes peeping out below the hem! Squriming with embarrassment, she tried to wiggle her skirt down, but Colleen was so tightly jammed in between her two neighbours that she couldn't. She was forced to sit there all jorney, clutching her briefcase, knowing that the man opposite, and probably other people, too, were peeking at her pussy. Colleen went hot all over and the flush refused to die down. Gradually, a pulsing started in her clitoris and she felt her cleft grow definitely damp. The joggling movements of the train set up a vibration which went straight to her vagina and radiated round her pelvis. Colleen was getting tremendously turned on and she wondered if the juices was visible, if it was running out of her slakening hole. Before long, she knew she was going to have an orgasm. There was no way Colleen could have stopped it. She closed her eyes and surrendered, clenching he teeth to bite back her moans and allowing her bum to jerk on the seat as tightly clenched her thighs around her pounding clit. When Colleen got off the train, she shopped and buy herself some panties. But then the naughty thought of spending all day without of spending all day without any on came to her, and she thought, " why not?" as Colleen decided to see what sexual mischief and mayhem she could cause in the boring old office. To get to the fifth floor where she work, you have a choice between taking the lift or the stairs. Seeing the queue of people waiting for the lift, she plumped for the stairs, as Colleen knew that any man climbing up behind her would get a view right up her skirt. She waited until there was her husband Hunter heading for the staircase. Then, leaning forward to let her skirt ride up at the back, she started to climb in front of him. Footsteps started up behind her. They got closer and Colleen could hear panting breath. She knew he was getting a good veiw of her bum cheeks. Colleen paused for a minute to catch her breath. The footsteps paused, too. She carried on, wiggling her skirt a big higher. then she felt a ticking sensation up her leg. Hunter's hand was travelling upwards. She stopped waling and the hand reached up her buttocks and caressed them. " lovely, " she heard him say. They were halfway between the third and fourth floors and Colleen couldn't have walked on if she'd wanted to - her knees were sidways on now, glided between her legs, picking up the slimy trails of the cunt juices that were flowing freely. Rough, stabbing fingers penetrated her hot , wet vagina and she groaned and began to sway her arse form side to side as Hunter started finger-fuck her. Colleen felt warm, smooth slab of something firm being brushed against her bare thigh - Colleen was wearing no stockings that day - and she realised Hunter was wanking himself off against her. They were taking a big risk as anyone could have come up of down those stairs, but nobody did and he quickly wanked her to orgasm and the she felt the hot gush of his warm climax against her legs. Then she did turn around, and found herself face to face with her husband. " I hope I bump into you again this way," he joked. Colleen kissed Hunter goodbye for now and dashed up the remaining floor with spunk running dwon her leg and belted into the ladies to clean up. Her cunt was buzzing deliciously for the friction of the wanking she'd just recieved and she was just dying to feel Hunter's big,hard prick up her. She was acting like a bitch in heat. Colleen took her place at her desk and couldn't resist pressing her bare cunt and clit hard against the rough fabric of her typing chair, wriggling form side to side in an attempt to clam her fevered fany down or bing herself off again, which ever happened the soonest. Colleen knew she had a hectic sexual flush on her cheeks and the men seemed to respond to her level of arousal, making crude joke and telling her she was looking praticulary fuckable. Hunter who hadn't been on the staff for long, lingere at her desk. Colleen thought it would be fun to flash him again, so she pulled her skirt up, revealing her hairy triangle. He flushed and she was the instant balge pushing at the front of his trousers. Grabbing a Post-It note, Colleen wrote the words, 'sationery cupboard' on it and passed it to him without anyone seeing. She took the key from her desk and went on ahead and he soon followed. " Do you want to do it with the lights on of off?" Colleen asked him as she locked the door on them. Hunter voted to have it off - the light, as well as her! The was no finesse about the coupling. Colleen just grabbed his trousers, hauled out his fine specimen and crammed it between her legs where she was already squelchy and creamy. His wide, rock-hard prick slipped straight in like a piece of well greased machinery and started pounding while Colleen held a shelf for support. It was a wild, animal fuck, absolutely glorious and just what she needed. He began pumping spink very quickly, but didn't stop fucking her and pretty soon was pouring in his third load of the day. When his knot shrank he pulled out of her nice and slow. Colleen heard someone out in the corridor calling her name, and heard someone else saying, " She must be in the ladies." " I'd better go," she told her husband and crammed a tissue up her crack to sterm the flow as she waddled to the goo with her thighs tightly clenched together. It was the second clean-up she'd had that morning. Her pussy had never felt so well-scrubbed. It was still tingling as she made her way back to her desk and sat demurely in front of her computer screen. " Your husband wants to see you, " said Jenny,a female collie also and one of her collegues. Colleen went in to his office and Hunter asked her about some document he couldn't find. " I think she put it in one of the ring binders in your cupboard," she said. Getting it entailed standing on a chair, as Hunter was glaring at the document into his hand so,tugging her skirt up as far as it would go, Colleen clamberd onto the chair. When she came down again with the papers. He was grinning from ear to ear. " Come here, " he said. Colleen went over to him and found she was trembling with wetness and anticipation. The next minute he had his hand up his lovely wife's skirt and was feeling her pussy. " Your very wet, baby. Are you feeling in the mood again?" he asked her. " Yes," Colleen said. Hunter got up locked the door. the next thing she knew, she was on her back on the desk with her ankles round his neck while she stuffed his missile up her sopping slit. Hunter was the best fuck she ever had, maybe that's why Colleen married him. He knew every stroke and angle and brought her off time after time. " Well, honey since for being bad, your punishment will be to come into my office every Thursday and lift up your skirt so that I can do a panty check," he said with a smile. " you got it baby," flashing him a sexy smile. He knew, and she knew, that once a week for now on Colleen would suffer from panty amnesia. At least one a week! Well from the look of things looks like Hunter loved his suprise. Being surprise at the office by his wife Colleen's pantyless flower. Who wouldn't. THE END