Wednesday, February 6th, 2008
We return to the throng of inebriated work colleagues a few minutes apart, as I felt the need to regain my composure after my significant orgasm a few minutes before.
When I enter the room I see he is sat alone on a table to the rear of the room, away from all the hustle and bustle of the party. He greets me with a knowing smile, and I sit next to him, conscious of my thighs still covered with my warm juices.
I feel his hand on my thigh almost instantly, squeezing with a not unpleasant pressure, sliding slowly higher up my leg.
He enquires as to how I am planning on getting home at the end of the evening, and I play it coy - telling him I am sure I will find a way. He jumps at the obvious opportunity, and I accept.
I find that I am not the only person to benefit from his vehicular generosity and sense an opening for some Minx-like behaviour in the car…
The party ends uneventfully, with everyone going their separate ways quickly. We walk to his car in the cold air, my nipples becoming harder by the second with the anticipation of my next move. I sit in the front with him, with another colleague behind me.
Knowing that he can’t react while driving and with a colleague in the car is a huge turn on for me, and I decide to exploit the chance I’d been given as much as I possibly could. I begin by sighing, as if tired, and make a show of stretching my weary legs, allowing my stocking tops to come into view.
I see him watching me from the corner of his eyes, and notice him shift uncomfortably in his seat. Knowing that the colleague sat directly behind me couldn’t see anything I was doing only made me more mischievous, and with a grin I slide my hands towards my stocking tops.
I raise one leg and place my foot on the glove box, giving him an unrestricted view of what I was about to do…
I relish the chilly breeze I can feel on my already damp pussy as I slowly part my legs, all the while maintaining a rather tedious conversation about work with my colleague in the back seat. I slide my hand up the inside of my thigh – every so often sneaking ever so subtle glances over to the driver’s side to ensure he is captivated – and use my index finger to gently stroke my throbbing clitoris.
My cold fingers are a delightful contrast to my now warm pussy. I slide my index finger inside, making sure my thumb is maintaining the gentle, teasing pressure on my clit. Very quickly I begin to feel my orgasm building; the exquisite feeling of muscles clenching beyond my control, my pussy drawing my fingers inside, my breath growing shorter and harder, I feel my nipples begin to stiffen.
I look over to my secret audience and see he is having difficulty in both containing his huge erect cock and maintaining control of the car. I realise we are both very close to orgasm and the Minx inside me decides to see if I can make him come before we reach our destination.
I continue to plunge my finger deep inside my pussy, slowly, teasing myself and him as he drives towards our colleagues’ house. My pussy, now dripping with my juices, twitches expectantly…
I hear his sharp intake of breath as he realises how close I am to orgasm, and I am unable to hold back any longer, my hips thrust forward uncontrollably in my seat as I come, hard yet silent in the front seat of the car.
I look over to my chauffeur and see that he too, appears to be resisting the urge to orgasm, but is teetering on the edge of oblivion. I flash him my biggest smile, and cross my legs, ready for the final stage of our journey, as he rounds the corner to our colleague’s house…
We say our goodbyes to our colleague, politely but firmly refusing the offer of coffee and watch their crooked stroll to their front door before driving onward to my humble abode.
Before I can get comfortable in my seat to prepare myself for yet more teasing on the trip home, he has pulled the car into a lay by and killed the engine. He leans over towards me, his firm grip expertly parting my thighs. I feel his fingers probing my warm pussy, and am instantly aroused by his obvious heavy breathing and wild eyes. His urgent fingers push faster and harder, desperate to be all-consumed by my accommodating pussy. He watches me for my reaction, and I don’t disappoint, much to my dissatisfaction I am unable to control the moans that escape me. I am shocked yet pleased at his intense, forceful reaction to my constant teasing, his eye contact and silence only serving to increase my already heightened arousal.
I slide the passenger seat back and he eagerly climbs over to occupy the space, one hand already moving to release his throbbing cock from its extended period of captivity. I feel the tip of his dick nudging the lips of my pussy immediately, desperate to be inside me. I open my legs wider, eager to feel every inch of him slide into me and grasp his firm buttocks, nails digging deep, forcing him further inside.
I fail miserably at stifling a moan as he thrusts even harder in response to my pussy already beginning to quiver and tighten - my orgasm now very close by. He leans in and begins to moan himself, his teeth nibbling my neck and earlobes, his hands on my hips, lifting me up for even deeper penetration. I bite my lip, the delicious friction of our union stirring the animal within me, I grip his cheeks even harder, drawing a gasp from him, but I feel the twitch of pleasure in his penis, deep inside me. We both start to climax; my moans growing even louder, his grip on my hips growing ever tighter, his thrusts becoming more frenzied.
Finally we both come together, relieved at the release of tension between us, although I know it will only be short-lived with my humble abode mere minutes away… 
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Friday, December 28th, 2007
Now that I have managed to overcome my rather frustrating technical difficulties, I am proud to present my third blog entry, encompassing one of my hottest fantasies… Enjoy!
Those of you that are regular readers you will be aware that I am the victim of a terrible affliction…I have a shoe fetish.
Therefore most of my fantasies involve me keeping my shoes on - and this one is no exception, having dreamed it up while wearing my new red shoes to my Christmas party last week…
Having been flirting with a manager at work for some time, I was looking forward to the office party, as I knew he would be there and clearly I couldn’t deny the Minx an opportunity to roam free…
I knew that he, like me, was a fellow shoe fetishist, and accordingly I decided to wear my highest shoes, which happened to be a pair of dazzling red stilettos… and obviously, being the Minx that I am I had to team it with my favourite pair of seamed stockings, my knowing that he loved seams was merely a small part of my delicious teasing plan for the evening…
I arrive wearing a short strapless black dress, and spot him immediately through the crowds of people talking to some colleagues. I decide to watch him from afar before making my approach. I stand by the bar, studying him, appraising his body beneath his black shirt and think about how his hands will feel on my thighs, my breasts, my neck.
He spies me at the bar, and I see his eyes widen as he looks me up and down, drinking in my outfit in full. He comes over and offers to buy me a drink. As he hands me my glass of wine our fingers touch, the feeling electric, I begin to get excited thinking about the outrageous flirting ahead.
After recovering his professional demeanour he leans in to give me a Christmas kiss on the cheek, and I subtly describe to him how aroused I already am. I hear his sharp intake of breath as he is surprised by my forwardness. We move into the dining area, and he engineers a seat next to me.
We make small talk throughout the meal, discussing work related issues with our colleagues. Throughout the meal I press my legs against his, and “accidentally” touch him while talking, during dessert I feel his hand high up on my thigh under the table , caressing my lacy stocking tops. He doesn’t even make eye contact with me as he does it, and neither of us misses a beat in our respective work conversations.
I move my thighs closer to him under the table and begin to rhythmically move my leg against his, slowly rubbing my fishnets against him. He squeezes my thigh to show his appreciation. I make my excuses and leave the table, knowing that he will follow.
I walk into the foyer, and slide into a chair in a dim corner, within minutes he arrives, and sits opposite me, admiring my legs and the lace stocking tops that have inadvertently come into view. I ask him to close his eyes and hold out his hands, which he obediently does. I place my damp lacy knickers into his outstretched hands.
He opens his eyes to study his gift, and his pleasure is written clearly over his face as he unfolds the lacy underwear. He grins and pockets my panties as I open my legs a little wider in my chair, revealing yet more of my lacy stocking tops.
I look over to him, his excitement becoming more obvious by the minute. With my back to the bar and a mischievous glint in my eyes, I slide my hand underneath the hem of my dress, ensuring he has a perfect view of my shaven, smooth pussy and my hand gliding up my thigh ever closer to its pulsating goal. I begin to move my hand higher up my inner thigh, checking his reactions with each movement. My pulse is racing as I grow yet wetter with the thrill of my teasing him mercilessly. I begin to slowly rub my clitoris, increasing the pressure ever so slightly with each circle of my fingers.
Watching his face and his reactions, his gasping and heavy breathing only turn me on more, and within minutes I begin to feel the familiar tightening of my muscles, each movement becoming a delicious friction. With a shudder, I come - my legs tightening and trapping my hand against my pussy. He, now very visibly turned on, is aching for me to touch him, I lean towards him and tell him that this was just the start of a three course treat, and stand up with my hand “accidentally” brushing his proud cock, I walk away back to the party leaving him open mouthed staring at me.
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Friday, November 23rd, 2007
Thanks to everyone who read and commented on my first blog; for my second, I have decided to share one of my favourite work based fantasies. (I.e. the kind that keeps me entertained during long drives or boring meetings….!) Enjoy!
I get up early, while it’s still dark, to get ready for a meeting with a Manager at one of the company’s more remote sites. The drive will take me at least 2 hours, and I decide to entertain myself by dressing in my favourite black fishnet stockings, pencil skirt, a fitted white shirt and of course; the obligatory four inch heels…
Having spent most of the journey looking at my legs in my heels and stockings I arrive rather flustered, fearing I have had too much time alone with my thoughts… We’d been e-flirting for some time, and recalling our conversations on the journey only served to increase my anticipation and excitement at meeting him in the flesh for the first time since our somewhat outrageous and revealing banter. I flush when I think about my outfit and the inevitable reaction it will provoke in him. My inner minx slowly begins to stir…
In fact my outfit was slyly derived from our flirtatious discussions over email – I knew that he liked women to be feminine and curvy but also sexually confident and glamourous. My entire being was tingling with the knowledge that it would cause the married manager to instantly notice me, and remember our confessions.
As I walk in the door, I revel in the feeling of people’s eyes on me. The manager watches me cross the room, making my pleasantries to staff. I coolly pretend I haven’t seen him and continue standing with my back to his office door, knowing full well his eyes are drinking in the seams of my fishnet stockings.
When I have decided he has been tortured sufficiently, I acknowledge him with a winning smile and we proceed to our meeting where I am the consummate professional: formal, assertive, calm, and above all; unattainable. I sit at the table, legs primly crossed but in full view of the manager, enjoying watching him trying to remain professional and not look at my legs, but surreptitiously doing it anyway, and me catching him every time. During the meeting I absently begin to touch myself; my legs, my neck, and my lips to draw his attention to my most sensitive places.
With the meeting concluded the manager invites me out to lunch to discuss some more confidential work issues. He offers to drive us to the local pub and I agree. I get in to his car, “accidentally” giving him a view of my lacy stockings tops. He struggles to keep his attention on the road as I move around in the passenger seat under the pretence of getting comfortable. At the pub we make mediocre small talk, both avoiding the conversation we really want to have.
On returning to the office, I decide to work from the site for the rest of the day as the minx in me is enjoying this far too much to leave now. Five o’clock comes and goes, and the office slowly empties, finally leaving the manager and I alone together.
I see him sneaking glances at me from his office across the hall, and decide to “find” an IT issue that I can’t possibly sort out myself, thus playing my minx in distress card. Forcing him to stand behind and above me to help with my laptop, I hitch my skirt up the tiniest amount, but he notices. I hear his intake of breath, and enjoying this all the more, I continue to raise the hemline of my skirt, while he continues to conveniently be unable to resolve my IT issue. His hand brushes mine as he reaches for the keyboard, the feeling electric. I gasp, and he turns me around to face him.
He leans in to kiss me, but I am already pulling at his belt, the tension from the day’s flirtacious teasing overcoming me. I kneel down in front of him, and take him in my mouth, squeezing his buttocks, raking them with my nails. He gasps, surprised at my forward behaviour. His hands reach down into my hair, as he encourages me to take more of him. I feel him harden, close to orgasm – I stand up, walk across the room and sit on the desk beckoning him to me with a perfectly manicured nail. He comes to me, taking charge and slides my black lace knickers to one side and thrusts himself inside me. I lift my hips, and arch my back taking as much of him inside me as possible. I lean back, enjoying the delicious friction; I cross my legs behind his back, bringing him closer to me, and whisper his name while my pussy grips him tighter still as we come together on the desk!
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