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Hi! My name is Jim and I would like to tell you about my fantasy. It involves my co-worker Amy. But first a little background to my story.

Amy is a good-looking woman. Definitely not one you would refuse admission to your bed. Amy and I have known each other for several years. But only recently has she begun working in the office where I work. She has a friendly outgoing personality, always greeting everyone with a friendly “Hello!” and a beautiful smile. On several occasions we’ve had opportunity for friendly conversation which almost always includes comments which can be taken with a sexual connotation. Some times I think there may be a little interest on her part but I’ve not taken any steps to find out because it might be just innocent flirting. She generally is pretty conservative in her dress, but has a few outfits that reveal her physical assets and cause me to loose my concentration every time she walks by. Enough! Let’s get on to my fantasy.

It begins like this. This particular day Amy is wearing this sexy one piece jump suit that catches my eye every time she passes by or enters my office. Several times throughout the day I find myself thinking about what it would be like to bed her down and finding it hard to hide my hardon. We both end up working late. Amy typing, filing, and answering the phone. Trying to keep ahead of the paper work. Me working on some of the engineering details that go into many of the projects that I am involved in.

Everyone else has gone for the day so we are by ourselves. Amy passes my office again on the way to do some more filing. I glance up and she smiles at me. The fabric of her jump suit enhances the curve of her breasts and ass. I’d looked at that ass coming and going, seeing the outline of her bikini panties many times today. I think that the absence of panty lines is sexier but what the hay an ass covered with lace panties is sexy too. Well I just can’t take it any more. I get up from my desk and follow her into the other office. As I walk down the hall I have to adjust the angle of my cock in my pants because it was bent over in the middle and very uncomfortable. Amy is standing in front of one of the file cabinets putting files into the top drawer.

As I enter the office she turns and smiles at me but continues to put files away. I step up behind her slipping my arms around her. One around her waist and the other I slip up and cup her breast with my hand. Pressing my hard tool between the cheeks of her ass I expect her to scream and slap my face. I also figured it would be the end of my job for making sexual advances. The way my balls ached I didn’t care. I needed a good fuck and thought nothing ventured nothing gained. Man was I surprised!! Instead of turning around and slapping my face she pressed her ass even harder against my iron hard cock and moaned as I felt her nipple harden against the palm of my hand.

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In which a routine marriage is revived by the vagrancies of the weather and the attentions of a good neighbor.

That fateful Sunday started off with the same old routine. We’d been married for just three years, Michelle and I, but that was enough for us to settle into that comfortable routine. Work was routine, play was routine, life was routine. Worst of all our sex life was routine. So, following the old Sunday morning routine, I pecked my wife’s cheek and drove off to the golf course.

This Sunday, however, did not live up to its namesake. That worthy was hiding behind a mass of low lying clouds. Nothing to stop an afternoon of golfing fun, however. But after an hour of whacking a ball around the fairways those clouds had turned ominous and soon the heavens opened up. The more sensible among us broke for the shelter of the clubhouse while a few diehards squinted into the storm, steadfastly refusing to acknowledge its presence.

The rain wouldn’t go away. It didn’t look like it was ever going away. It just, continued to fall hard, determined no doubt to drown the world and all its creatures. So I cursed Nature and the rotten luck she had dumped on me and decided to go home. Not too long after that momentous decision I found myself pulling into our driveway. A lot earlier than I had planned to. All I had to look forward to was the rest of the day, spent with my loving but routine wife.

Cursing the weather one more time I let myself in the front door. And heard voices. Oh great, I thought, visitors. The day was just getting better and better. What next? An atom bomb? Worse! It was, Jeff, one half of the sweet as apple pie couple that lived next door. Five minutes with those two would guarantee a place in heaven and a mouthful of cavities. Even routine ol’ Michelle would be in dire need of rescuing by now, I thought.

But better her than me. Grinning to myself I half-turned on my way back out. That’s when she giggled. I froze in my tracks. It was the same giggle I’d heard all those years ago. The nervous half-laugh that she laughed the first time I seduced her. Cautiously and silently (thanks to the sound of the falling rain) I shut the door, removed my shoes and padded over to the dining room door.

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Atlanta has always been a fun town for me, but this trip had been even better. I had ordered a custom Jeep from an Atlanta customizer. Having a big-wheel four wheel drive vehicle had been a dream for a long time and the time had finally arrived.

We signed the papers late in the evening, so after tooling around town for a while, I had rented a motel room, planning to get an early start back to Alabama. I overslept and after breakfast and checking out of the motel, I didn’t get on the road until after eight.

I quickly noticed a benefit to the large wheels I had not anticipated. It put me way above the rest of the traffic and I had a great view. But the view was even better from time to time as I would pass cars and look down to see lovely legs through the window. Occasionally, I would even catch a glimpse of frilly panties peeking out.

I put the Jeep’s cruise control on 73 mph after I got out of the metro area. I figured that there would be fools going a lot faster that would get the unwanted attention from those Georgia Patrol cars that seemed to lurk everywhere on the interstate. Up ahead, I noticed a red convertible with long blond hair flying in the wind. My speed was a little faster than hers so I slowly crept up on her. As I closed in, I heard the sound of her stereo system blasting over the wind noise. The music must have covered the sound of the Jeep, because there was no reaction as I drew along side the lady.

To my delight, the lovely lady seemed to have other things on her mind. Her skirt was pulled up and her hand was busy frigging her pussy inside her panties, keeping time with the beat of the music. It looked like she was having a ball as she cruised. I had a hard time concentrating on the road and watching the display at the same time. I hoped she wouldn’t notice me for a while so I could keep watching. (click to read entire story…)