I’d been in my job with an engineering company for just a few weeks and I’d got friendly with my co-worker Clive. He was a guy in his early forties, about ten years older than me at that time. I’d soon picked up he was as interested in the office girls as I was. One morning he asked me to come with him. He led me to the stairs that led down from the upper-level stack of admin offices to our ground floor open plan area. We went into a space under the stairs hidden behind a row of big metal cabinets up against the foot of the stair. I noticed how he made sure no one saw us go. That stair provided a shortcut alternative for anyone on the upper floor offices wanting to avoid a long walk along a corridor to the main stair.
"Look" whispered Clive, indicating upwards with a flick of his head.
I looked up. Two of the office girls, Linda and Janet, pretty girls in their early twenties, were walking toward the top of the stair deep in chatter. They reached the top of the stair and started to descend.
“Don't make a move, and keep quiet," Clive hissed.
It was summer and the girls were in mini-skirts with bare legs. The treads of the stair were made of a metal mesh. Through the gaps in the mesh, we were looking vertically straight up the girls' skirts. I saw Linda was in simple white satin panties taut over her mound and the curves of her cheeky young bottom. Janet was in a tiny purple thong with a thin gusset between her legs and nestling in the valley between her smooth round bum cheeks. I could even see strands of Janet’s dark cunt hair peeping out of her thong. Clive and I waited under the stair until the girls had reached the bottom and strolled away still deep in chatter before we came out. "Don't tell any of the other guys," said Clive as we strolled back to our desks.
That stairway provided us with plenty of erotic voyeur entertainment all through that summer. As soon as we saw any potentially interesting woman in a skirt heading for the stair we were quickly under it for a surreptitious panty peep. We were entertained by a full range of upskirts ranging through mature women's panties seen through tights, spectacular displays of stockings with bare thigh above stocking tops and young girls with their bare legs and tiny panties or thongs barely covering their cunts.
One day we noticed one of the senior managers, Barbara, coming toward the bottom of our stairway. She was a mature sophisticated looking beauty in her later thirties with neat brunette hair down just below her ears. There was something erotically exciting about her. The sensuous way she moved and even the click-clack of her high heels turned me on. She’d already treated us to a few upskirt views of her panties, usually pastel, always very brief and usually seen through the open crotch of crotchless sheer black tights. On seeing Barbara approach, carefully making sure she didn't see us Clive and I went quickly to our hide under the stair and watched her approach the foot of the stair.
She was in a white blouse bulging over a very decent pair of boobs, a charcoal grey knee-length business skirt with black nylons and slightly high heeled shoes. She seemed preoccupied with some documents she was carrying. We watched as Barbara mounted the stair.
"Fucking hell!" I heard Clive gasp.
Looking up between Barbara's legs we saw she wasn't in her usual tights but in stockings. Above her stocking tops was bare thigh, and she wasn’t wearing any panties! As she slowly walked up the stairs above us we ogled her naked pussy with a neat bush of almost black pubic hair around her vagina slit. Then to top it all, when she was directly above us she paused to look at her documents. Her legs spread and for a few exquisite moments, she rocked sensuously above us on her heels giving us a perfect view of her cunt. Then, with our eyes locked on her stocking tops, her hairy cunt and her well rounded gleaming smooth naked bottom Barbara carried on up the stair.
Back at my desk that afternoon I couldn't get that vision of Barbara's stocking-clad legs, stocking tops and hairy pussy out of my mind. My penis wouldn't stay down. Eventually, I had to go to the men's toilet and with my shaft straining hard in my frantically stroking hand and my mind full of Barbara's stocking tops and cunt I relieved my lust with a hefty spurt of semen against the cubicle wall thinking about what I’d like to do with her.
Linda, Janet, Barbara and other women continued to entertain us with voyeur sex in the following weeks. Then that never to be forgotten afternoon came. I was sitting at my desk when I caught sight of a movement on the landing at the top of the stairs. I glanced up and saw it was Barbara about to descend the stairs. I alerted Clive and whispered, “Let’s see if she’s wearing any knickers.”
No one took any notice as we rose from our desks, strolled to the stair and positioned ourselves in our hide under our stairway. We certainly weren’t disappointed. Barbara slowly descended the stair treating us to a perfect upskirt view. Barbara was in a knee-length summery dress loose round her legs, thin and light coloured, with white sandals. Looking up her dress I saw her legs were bare as it was summer and she was in creamy white panties with a thin gusset between her legs.
Barbara reached the foot of the stairs. But this time to my horror instead of heading off into the distance she turned and headed straight for us. We couldn't have made a run for it and a moment later Barbara was standing there in the side facing us. We were caught red-handed. For what seemed like eternity Barbara simply stood there looking at us in silence with the look on her face telling us she knew exactly what we'd been up to. I knew she had the authority to have us dismissed, and I knew what "dismissed for looking up women colleague's skirts" would do for me on my employment record.
I awaited the words which would end my career. Then Barbara spoke. "Did you boys like it when I wore those stockings and showed you my cunt?" It certainly wasn't what I expected to hear.
"What ...?" I began to mumble, feeling my face turn red.
"I could have the pair of you dismissed for what you’ve been doing, looking up women’s skirts. You're very naughty boys." Barbara paused and my heart pounded. But then she gave a mischievous smile. "But I like naughty boys." I stood there in silence, momentarily baffled. “In there,” Barbara said.
She pointed to a door near our stair hide that led to a vacant office. A moment later the three of us were in there. Barbara took the key from the hook on the wall and locked the door behind us.
"I’ve shown you my pussy. Now you show me what you’ve got. Cocks out boys!”
I could hardly believe my ears. I’d always had a secret fantasy about exposing my sex kit to a woman at work and now it had come true. I undid my trousers and dropped them round my thighs. I was in light blue designer briefs that only just covered my cock and balls and showed my cock outline perfectly. I wore them in case I ever got lucky with a girl like I just had.
“Mmmmm …. My boy’s in sexy little knickers,” Barbara purred.
She ran her fingers lightly over my cock bulge. I slipped my briefs down stretched round my thighs. I lifted my shirt and thrust my hips forward. It had all happened so quickly that even after seeing up Barbara’s dress my penis was only half erect, swinging as it stuck out horizontally. Clive followed my example. He was in ordinary high street shop grey cotton briefs but his cock was already hard up and pushing his briefs out in a huge cone. A moment later his briefs were down and his erect cock bounced out. It was massive, bigger than mine, with a big purple head and very hairy balls. I’d taken to trimming my pubes to just a neat ring round the base of my cock.