Jane was bored.
She had finished work for the day; another boring day in the same, boring office, taking boring messages she didn't understand and didn't want to understand. She had got home extremely tired and flopped down on her sofa, kicking off her heels and lying back. She knew she should probably change out of her work clothes but she was exhausted. She liked to make an effort with how she looked at work - it was about her only pleasure there! She looked down at her stockings, dark skirt and matching jacket and white blouse, and knew that she looked very impressive in them.
As she lay back on the sofa, she started to daydream about one of the men at her office, Simon. At 43, he was more than 10 years older than her, but sometimes she saw him looking at her and she always enjoyed the attention. He was a good looking man for his years, and she would definitely go out with him if he asked (she knew he was divorced) but she never had the courage to ask him, and she knew she never would.
In her fantasy, however, she thought about what it would be like to bend forwards towards him at his desk, flashing her cleavage at him, and squeezing his cock through his trousers. Jane had thought about Simon's cock many times before; sometimes she would think about sitting on top of it, sometimes she thought about him taking her from behind, bent over his desk. But right now she couldn't stop thinking about how much she would love to lick and suck it. She loved giving head to the right kind of man; as long as he was prepared to let her tease him and work him up into a frenzy, but not come until she let him, she would give a man as many blowjobs as he wanted. She enjoyed the feeling of power it gave her, controlling the man's pleasure with a single flick of her tongue.
She kept thinking about how she would kneel in front of him, unzip his trousers and make him really hard by licking his cock all over until it was so hard it was throbbing. She would then kiss and suck the tip of it until she was ready to suck as much of his dick as possible, bobbing her head back and forth as quickly or slowly as she liked...
As she thought about sucking Simon's cock she stroked her own thighs. Her skin was smooth, and the fabric of her stockings felt good too. She could feel her pussy getting wet, and she lay back even further on the sofa. Her tits were getting hard, but she was so horny she didn't even bother taking off her black bra; she didn't even take off her matching black knickers, she just pulled them gently away from her pussy and slid her fingers inside... She gave an involuntary sigh. That first moment of penetration, whether it was her fingers, her vibrator or a man's cock always felt so good. She teased her clit with her thumb while slowly fingering her pussy. Her pussy was so moist, the juices were dripping all over her fingers and her clothes, but she didn't care, she was so horny. Her groin was aching, she wanted to come badly, and she slid an extra finger inside herself, all the time imaging what it would be like to have Simon's come on her tits, on her face, in her hair...
All of a sudden the doorbell rang. It completely threw Jane, and the orgasm she had been slowly building up to dissolved. Massively irritated, she debated whether to ignore it and try to carry on; but the moment had been lost, and so she though she might as well see who it was. She quickly readjusted her pants, which were still soaked with her pussy juices and walked slightly awkwardly to the door.
When she opened it she saw a young man, practically still a teenager. He was about her height and had a good figure. His hair was blonde, and apart from having too much gel in his hair he was actually quite attractive. She was still annoyed about the interruption to her pleasure, however, and so rather abruptly asked him what he wanted.
He looked quite red in the face, and stammered out that his name was Martin and that he was a student who had just moved into the flat opposite hers; he just wanted to meet his new neighbours and was obviously regretting it! Jane felt bad for her rudeness, and decided to let him in for a drink. She couldn't help checking out his arse as he entered her flat - it really was very nice - and she could feel herself getting aroused again, even more so now that there was an actual man in the room. It had been a long time since a man had been in her flat, and as she poured Martin a glass of wine, she decided she would seduce him.
She asked him outright: "Do you have a girlfriend, Martin?"
He blushed, and said he didn't. She couldn't help herself from flirting with him, and said: "I can't believe that! I bet you sleep around though, don't you?"
He went even redder.