I remember my boss came to my house for a drink one night after work. It was unforeseen. I was 25 at the time and he was in his sixties. We drank and chatted and I think he felt that I felt good in his company, in return I also understood that he felt good.After a little discussion on the job, he made comments on pleasures and in particular on somewhat unnatural pleasures.This didn't surprise me as I had noticed for a long time in the office that he was discreetly looking at my thighs when I was seated. Why ? I often liked to wear stockings, a garter belt and panties under my pants, and my stockings had to make a mark under the pants at the top of the thighs. And that evening it was still the case with me: while speaking he looked at the top of my thighs to try to know if I was wearing stockings. And I wore it well. He was also looking at my fly, probably to estimate the size of my penis… which is small. This situation caused me hot flashes and I when I moved to go to cool off in the bathroom I could feel him staring at my butt as well.In short, he ended up going more directly:Him - JeanJean (it's my diminutive in the company), I like you and I would like to make you happy. Why don't you come over to my place tomorrow night, we can go on for a drink?Me - Why not. I'll bring champagne.Him - Okay. I warn you that I will have drunk a little earlier to be relaxed. Do the same, it makes you feel comfortable. And come in whatever outfit you like, he told me, implying without saying so, that he would like to see me underneath.Me - Very good. I will have drunk a little myself before coming.And he left, giving me his address and the meeting time: 10 p.m. I suspected his intentions, and the same evening I sank a small god for the night, just to make it easier for him the next day. I thought about what he could do to me, and I liked it in advance.The next day, as agreed, I drank a few doses of whiskey without being drunk while being "unstuck". I kept the god on all day, took it off just before going to his place and washed my little hole well. I left to be on time wearing, as usual, under my pants flesh-colored stockings, a garter belt, panties and a short nightie under my shirt. I had also brought in my bag not very high heels, to complete the look just in case, and some Champagne.Arrived at his place I ring the bell. It opens up to me. He was in a bathrobe, naked underneath, and his cheeks a little red with the wine he had drunk before as he had told me, but without being drunk.He apologizes for his outfit and tells me that he wanted to receive me in the outfit he has every night to be comfortable. I see he's already trying to guess if I'm wearing stockings. We sit down and open the champagne that I had brought chilled.We toast very close to each other and then speaking to me he puts his hand on my thighs quite naturally and goes up to feel my stockings. As the whiskey drunk during the day has relaxed me, I want him to let go of his hand and I feel hot flashes rising. He sees my emotion and my blush and tells me to go to the bathroom, refresh myself and make myself comfortable… like him. Now is the time to show myself underneath, as he surely wanted.In the bathroom, I take off my shirt and my pants and stay with my nightie reaching the middle of the buttocks, which is exciting, my stockings, my garter belt, my panties. I put on my heeled shoes. My legs and thighs are shaved, my buttocks and my little hole too. I have a small triangle with some hairs above my penis. Desire rises and I return to the living room. Seeing me he seems delighted, tells me I'm sexy and takes off his bathrobe. He's already hard. It must be said that I am very passive.We continue to drink sitting next to each other but this time his hands are bold, they caress my thighs, he takes off my panties and his tongue finds my mouth. He kisses me for a long time while groping me. As I let myself go, he understands that I like it and takes me by the hand to ...

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