humie07's blog post - my private sex

As a fantasy, the following experience may be mundane, but as reality - this experience is one that most of you would give a lot for - like your right nut - to have. The following is all real and should read with that in mind.

One more introductory statement before I write. If anyone who reads this blog should discover or think they know who I am by the information I am sharing please let me know; I want to know who you are. I know that I am not alone with my interest in sex but it would be great to know who else has similar interests.

I know there are people out there who have similar interests - that is, sexual interests) as mine because over the years I have found them to 'play' with me. For example, during graduate school at a large mid-western university I, as many graduate students do, worked on a research project funded by the state. I interviewed for the research assistant position in another department. Now, contrary to most people's conception of America's heartland - the mid-west is a wild place - yes, alcohol, sex and drugs.

At any rate, I interviewed with the small group of researchers (one of whom was wearing a see-through black knit sweater) and returned to my office in another building. The next morning I received a phone call telling me I had been selected for the position and they would like me to start today. I obliged, went through the whole personnel process and was soon installed in my new office who I shared with one other research assistant. The offices were arranged in the work version of a college dormitory, that is, one main room and 3 smaller offices along the side. My officemate was one of the people with whom I interviewed. Her name was Jen. We got to work and formed a quick friendship. She invited my wife and me to her house for dinner to meet her husband and child, the former also a graduate student.

A week or two later as we drove across the prairie to a meeting at the state capital (please remember that is the heartland that was usually a very long drive) chatting about family and the project Jen dropped a nonsequitor. She said 'I am really interested in you and would like to have an affair.' Without losing control of the car – as I thought this over. I knew I loved my wife, that she was a great friend, and that we had plenty of sex - so why would I be interested in Jen?

Now, Jen was not beautiful. In fact, there were a couple of other women I knew that were stunning and I would have proactively sought them out if I wanted an affair. But Jen had a very neutral appearance. She was short, skinny, thin/listless brown hair, big thick glasses and very white skin. Her dress was very plain and modest. In comparison to my wife - she did not offer me much. So as we drove along I considered the situation. It is not everyday that someone asks you this type of question. After a while - that is, passing a few more miles of milo and soybeans - I thought of something that would interest me. I said 'Well, I am not particularly interested in an affair but --- I could be interested in sexual play.' After a few more miles she said 'What did you have in mind?' Just understand that I had no thought about this previously but felt compelled to not let this opportunity slip away, so I had to quickly formulate a game plan. I said 'I will tell you what to do and you have to do it.' She quickly said 'Okay!' And there you go - my juices were running and I was congratulating myself on my quick thinking and ingenuity.

We said no more about it that day. The next morning, I went into my office and then, right after lunch went over to my other project office. There she was - working away. I greeted her and sat down at the desk next to her. After a while, I turned to her and said 'Are you ready to begin?' She swallowed hard and said 'Yes!' I said 'Okay, stand up.' She slowly stood up and stood there with her hands at her side looking a little nervous. I said 'Take off your clothes - all your clothes - and put them back on!" She stood there for what seemed like a long time but in reality was only a few moments looking somewhat indecisive. I wondered if she was going to pull out of the agreement. Suddenly she stepped past me and walked out the door. I thought that, perhaps, she didn't really understand what I was talking about the day before and then, hopefully, it will be okay working together in the future. Suddenly I heard the outside door close and she marched back into our office, closed the door behind her and came to a stop in the middle of the room directly in front of my seat.

We both knew that any other staff person or student could enter the office at any time. The only notice we would have was the turning of the key in the door and that was if we could hear it. The fact that she could get caught heightened the already substantial sexual tension in the room. She nervously stood there for a moment, took off her glasses, walked to her desk, put them down, resumed her position in the middle of the room, riveted her eyes on mine and then, started to unbutton her blouse. I was now getting excited. Here was my colleague stripping - just because I asked her to. Everyone should have a colleague like this!

She diligently unbuttoned her blouse, took it off - revealing a scrawny torso with a few beauty marks, skinny arms, and a sort of old fashioned basic elastic\lacy bra with a wide back strap, the kind your mother might say 'gives the proper support'. She leaned over and hung it on a nearby chair. Then she unsnapped her pants, kicked off her shoes and pulled her pants down removing her feet one at a time. She put these on the chair as well - all without breaking eye contact with me - an arousing touch I had not thought of myself!

Now it was time to remove her bra. I noticed that there was a space between her bra and her breast which from my vantage point ran across the top and down the side. When she had unclasped her bra and bent forward to release it - it all became clear - the bra was padded. I think in her mind it added to the humility of the situation. Not only was she baring what everyone should not see - which is why we wear clothes - but also something that she really hid from others. She was exposing the flatness of her chest. At that moment I felt that she really wanted to expose herself to me and she wanted to see me - watching her. Yes, now I was hot - and so was she.

Jen did not know, how could she, that I love small breasts – the smaller the better. Also she had a few long dark hairs around her nipples which added to the ‘rawness’ of the experience. Her increased exposure and humility need not have gone beyond merely taking her clothes off in the office on a typical weekday afternoon with the building abuzz with people.

She continued to undress sticking her thumbs under the elastic of her pantyhose. How mundane – pantyhose. I don’t like pantyhose, garters and stockings are my preference. However, this was a live show and she was grasping the elastic band and pulling it down. I do think she dressed for this; there was really nothing provocative about her clothing or her for that matter. In fact, one of the turn-ons was that she was so mid-American typical. It was like someone cast a spell and she was made to do things she never would have done in her more usual/public life. I found it interesting that she fucked her spouse on a regular basis – but this was outside of that relationship as it was for me as well. She pulled her pantyhose down and then standing there in her knickers pulled those down as well. She exposed her pubic hair – which I consider clothing for the vagina – and gave her knickers a little kick causing them to fall near her shoes. Now she stood stark naked, hands to her sides approximating military ‘attention’ still with her eyes riveted to mine. Her thighs were a little large but very muscular – her breasts were small, her pussy was hairy and her eyes were on me. Of course, I was hot but did not move to touch her – this was not part of the game at this time.

After standing there for a moment she picked up her articles of clothing and put them on without looking at me. It was just getting dressed now. When she was dressed she went up front and unlocked the door, came over to me and asked me ‘how I liked it?’ I, of course, told her I did but without showing enthusiasm. I figured there was more of this stuff to come and I had plenty of time for enthusiasm. We tried to go back and at some point got back into a work routine and things faded away. It was not the last experience I had with her but it was the first and important one. One important outcome that we both knew was that it was all about sex – not love; and that we could get really involved in sexual feelings without the problems of love and relationships. We had moved into a space that many people never experience even with there spouses – pure sex! We were free to go for sexual arousal without the baggage of a relationship – that brought many possibilities within reach. My marriage was great and my life in general was suddenly much more exciting!

Dear readers, the lesson here is to ask for what you want - you may get it!