It all started with the office party

At my workplace, my director had a corporate party, there were many staff members, outside guests, I worked as a secretary and was also invited to the party. For such a corporate event, my director bought me clothes; I was fully dressed in the clothes he purchased. He only said: You can't show up at this party in old clothes. We went shopping together, and he chose clothes for me. In the stores, he picked out a skirt, then panties, stockings. I tried them on, and he evaluated them. The party began, I was beautiful, many could only envy me. I was with the guests, drinking with them. I enjoyed it, there I met many people. Of course

men wanted to get under my skirt. Once, a man around 35 managed to do it; I approached my desk, was talking on the phone, bending over when suddenly from behind I felt a hand. It rested on my butt, and the other pressed my back against the desk. I couldn't stand up; his hand slipped under my skirt from behind. His fingers began to rub against my panties, and after a few seconds, they started to go under my panties. He moved my panties aside, and my vagina became exposed. My panties were silk, I felt so good in them. His fingers didn't stop at my vagina but went further, searching for the clitoris and began to knead it. I couldn't hold on and put down the phone. I couldn't do anything more; it felt good when he rubbed the clitoris. I started to quietly moan and even tried to spread my legs a bit, but at that moment, the door creaked; he quickly pulled his fingers out of my crotch and immediately stepped away from me. I stood up right away, adjusted my skirt, but couldn't fix my panties. Guests entered the secretariat; I only adjusted my long black hair; he left. In front of everyone, I couldn't adjust my panties, so I walked around like that; my skirt, although very short, didn't show my panties through. Only the edges of my sheer stockings were visible. When I entered the director's office, I took a cocktail and sat on the nearby sofa. Across from me sat a woman around 34; they all wore so much makeup it was hard to tell their real age. I sat so carefully that the woman noticed what was happening under my skirt. At first, she looked at me in surprise, then at my skirt, making me feel awkward. She noticed and moved closer to me. We drank cocktails and talked about me, my work. She asked how old I was, my work experience, etc. But she hardly said anything about herself, and I didn't ask. She placed her hand on my leg and continued asking, looking straight into my eyes. I didn't pay attention at all, only when her hand started to rise a bit higher and slip between my legs did I silently look at her. She asked if I had ever been with a woman. I didn't know what to say. I remained silent, looking down at the floor. She removed her hand from my leg, took her bag, and pulled out her business card. She handed it to me and said if I ever wanted to try, I should call her. I took the card and nodded in agreement. Then an older man approached, presumably her husband. He took her hand, and they walked away. I stood up and went to the restroom; I needed to adjust my panties; it was uncomfortable to walk like that. When I entered the restroom, I saw a woman of average height with a good figure. Her skirt was lifted, her legs spread apart, her panties slightly lowered, and her hand, as it seemed to me, was on her vagina. When she saw me, she quickly removed her hand from there. She was all wet; her slender fingers with long nails were glistening. We looked at each other. Then, with a wet finger, she beckoned me over; I approached, and she turned me with my back to the wall, so I ended up with my back to the mirror. With her wet hand, she slipped under my skirt; her hand immediately found my vagina since my panties were shifted; I didn't even have time to say anything. My vagina was completely shaved, so her fingers began to penetrate me. I had no choice but to help her. I spread my legs a bit, and her fingers immediately entered my vagina. I really liked it, with the thought that they weren't male fingers but female. It gave me a greater orgasm. I reached my hand toward her vagina and touched her panties. My moisture slowly ran down my leg; she smiled. I wanted to slip my hand under her panties, but there was a lot of hair. Probably, she didn't shave her vagina. She quietly said she needed to go and removed her fingers from my vagina. I sat on the floor; it felt very good; when I lifted my eyes, they looked directly under that woman's skirt. She also had silk lace white panties. At that moment, she was placing a pad into her panties. Her vagina was visible; it was indeed unshaven. Then she lowered her skirt, adjusted it, and looked at me. She smiled and left. I was alone; after sitting for a bit, I stood up and looked at myself in the mirror. My face was red; I slipped my hand under my skirt; it was wet there. I needed tissues; I took them and began slowly wiping the drops on my leg, along my vagina. I couldn't get over that orgasm. And then I decided that I would definitely go visit that woman who gave me the business card. I thought about going to her right now. Finished wiping myself, adjusted my panties, and looked in the mirror. They fit so beautifully; the contours of my vagina were outlined through the panties. I adjusted my skirt, looked in the mirror again; I looked very good. The party was coming to an end; when everyone left, I stayed to tidy up the office a bit; the director also left. There were many drinks left on the table, so as I cleaned, I drank a little. By the time I finished cleaning, I was already quite drunk. I sat on the sofa and couldn't get up anymore. I fell asleep there. I only woke up in the morning. After half an hour, I adjusted my clothes, tidied myself up. My director arrived; he looked at me and sat in his chair. An hour later, he called me over and ordered me to take off my skirt; he fucked me well. He fucked me in the vagina, gently cupping my breasts. While his cock moved inside me, I fantasized. It brought me to orgasm. When I came, the director's stomach was all wet. I fell on him; when I came to my senses, I picked up my panties, bra, and skirt from the floor. And went to my workplace. There, I changed into other clothes and went home. At home, my husband and daughter were waiting for me. Of course, I had to listen to a lot from my husband since I hadn't warned him that I wouldn't return home. But we had sex, and that was the end of it. A week later, I called that woman who gave me the business card, and we arranged a meeting.