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The Girls from the Office: Part 1 (F solo, watersports, pantyhose, exhib) By Ana Thema
It was a pretty spring day.
Betsy walked out the doors of the large corporate office where she worked and headed toward her car, legs swishing against each other under her black skirt in her pantyhose. She took her time so as not to appear too eager; surely someone would notice a six-foot-tall, size 28 blonde woman scurrying through the parking lot and possibly start asking questions. She had to pee badly, and she didn't want to be detained on her way out of work.
She found her car and carefully sat down, groaning a little as she fought to control her bladder, settling her large body into the driver's seat. She looked around as she started the ignition, saw no one, and lightly brushed the fingers of her right hand over her hard nipples through her white silk blouse, making herself shiver. She tweaked each one gently before returning her hand to the wheel.
Betsy squirmed in her seat as she drove -- just enough that if she'd had a passenger, they might have asked if she'd need to stop and find a bathroom. She was only going a short distance, however, and in less than ten minutes, she'd arrived at her destination. The park halfway between work and home was always deserted. She turned off her car and got out, stretching her long legs and looking around at the scenery: a few rolling hills with picnic tables dotted here and there, and enough tall trees to provide both shade and a small amount of privacy. As she looked, her hand strayed to the front of her blouse again, and she began undoing her buttons at the top, ending when she ran out at the bottom. She unhooked her bra behind her back and removed the straps under her sleeves, then dropped her bra on her passenger seat. Her size 48JJ breasts, the largest she'd ever seen in person, swung freely in front of her. They had not been perky since her teenage years and had grown huge and pendulous in her 30s. She closed her car door and walked toward one of the picnic tables, breasts fully visible to anyone who might happen by.
When she reached the picnic table, she sat carefully on one of the benches near a clump of trees. She almost pissed herself as she sat but managed to gain control again. She sat still for a few moments, enjoying the light breeze, and she unclipped her long hair from its bun before dropping her blouse altogether. She leaned back against the picnic table, hiked her skirt slightly, then spread her legs, placing her feet in their high-heeled shoes on either side of her body. This revealed the lack of panties under her pantyhose, and she moaned slightly with the effort it took to hold in her pee. She reached her hand down in front of her and brushed her pussy lips and sensitive clit. She was shaved bald, and she had impressively big labia, her lips long and thick, and her clit almost four inches in length. Her vulva pressed directly up against the seam of her hose. Her huge clit grew larger as she teased it, standing out from Betsy's body like a tiny cock. Her lips became wet, and when she took her hand away, a strand of sticky pussy juice came with it. She licked it absently from her fingers.
She scooted forward then, hiked her skirt up high around her hips, spread her legs again, and started to piss a heavy stream into the grass in front of the bench. She did not try to prolong the stream but just soaked her pantyhose as she peed through them forcefully. She felt her erection start to throb against the material and even twitch slightly as she became more and more aroused. She pinched her nipples and moved her hips in an effort to hump the seam of her hose, then began again to stroke the sensitive underside of her clit, which had become almost purple in its excited state.
It didn't take Betsy long to cum. As she finished going to the bathroom on the grass, her clit spasmed hard under her fingers, and she cried out as she pasted the inside of her pantyhose with sticky fluid. She humped her hand hard then, bringing herself to a harder orgasm immediately, and she ejaculated several spurts of pussy juice through the fabric of her hose and onto her palm.
As Betsy's erection deflated, she sat with her legs splayed shamelessly, her breasts hanging down almost to her waist, and used her tongue to clean up her hand. After a few moments she stood, hiked her skirt all the way up around her waist, grabbed her blouse, and walked back to her car. Her round ass moved under her pantyhose, which continued rubbing against her still protruding clit as she walked, and she had another small orgasm along her journey, stopping to grope her own breasts as she squirmed and humped the air. When she got back to her car, she took a folded towel from the back seat, placed it under where she would be sitting, and put her bra and blouse back on. As she pulled her skirt back down and climbed into her car, she enjoyed the feeling of all her piss and cum wetting her thighs and making her pussy lips slide against each other. She started to erect again while feeling the fluids soak into her skirt on her way home, knowing she would be spending quality time with her vibrator when she got there.