1st time with other man

I hesitate to metion my first time, as it has so many things out of place in it, but if you read the whole story it’s not as bad as it would seem. And I would never suggest an office affair even after mine, this just happened to be two trains that ended up on the same track.
Having been in his office a couple times already part of me knew something was up, but it was the end of the day, and i did have some things to finish. I was in the back corner of his office near a book shelf working on something when I felt a hand on my side and another on my hip. His hand then slowly roamed up my stomach, to my chest, and up to my neck. I instinictively start to rise and back up. My rear pressed right into his lap, and his other hand firmly held my hips, holding me ever so close to him. I then felt his breath on the back of my neck. His hand tilted my chin until he was nuzzling the back and side of my kneck, and kissing my lower ear. I started to loose balance, but he shuffled my hips with his. I didn’t even feel my skirt slipping ever higher. I tilted my head back even more, and his hand lowered to my chest. First one button, then two, then felt his hand on my lace covered breast, then expertly moved my bra up, and was cupping and carressing me. I was lost in the feeling until I felt the pressure from behind me. I exhaled as it began to subside and I felt myself opengin up for him, I felt him begine to slip in side of me. Then like a freight train, my abodmen began to tighten and felt the start of an orgasm. As I began to tighten, it restricted his effort to push on, and I was unable to exhale anymore as the two forces opposed each other. As my stomach loosed and I caught my breath, as he continue to push in, I felt another start, even before, well, what I thought was him fully inside of me. My knees buckled, but he held me firm and I held onto the book shelf, in unknown territory but enjoying every moment, my weight only helping his endevours. When that one subsided, I then felt the new sensation of his undelation in and out. Exhausted, I felt yet one final tightening, only now it was doing little to put up a resistance, and what I only hoped was perfect enjoyment for him, as I felt the pace speed up. I was in disbelief as the third and final orgasm washed over me, and the pulsing stopped. I felt him also laying more heavily on my back as he held me form for some final moments.
The first irony is that of all the times I joked around about a guy lasting less than, well, even boiling and egg, I doubt anyone would say that about my first, second, or even third, lol. Also in this case, I wasn’t complaining about my friend who practically matched me, but with just one. It was also so amazing to suddenly know that, what I previously thought of as multiorgasmic, wasn’t even close. Prior it was, sex, orgasm, catch your breath, go again, orgasm, and on good nights a third time. This was a whole new thing. I now know why a girlfriend of mine told me you really can’t understand it until you feel it.

The first train was my husband. We had been pillow talking alot, about all kinds of erotic things and he had decided that I’d feel sexier all the time with more erotic under cloths. So as an example, my pantyhose collection became a variety of stockings, many with garters. I do have to say, I always shunned the complexity, but there is just something that much more erotic about them. Also, out went my 5 for 10$ bin of basic panties, to a variety of satin, lace, thongs, etc… He was even into me buying, well, still business class dresses and suits, but with a decidetly more, well, I guess you could call it sensual tint. Some a little more, some a little, I always let my mood dictate what I wore. And I’d be lying if I said part of me didn’t enjoy even some of the rude gawking. Needless to say, I was dressed for the part because of this.
Well this particular day, saw me in a more than excited mood, so it was a very senusual looking red dress, and it was Friday, so it wouldn’t really stand out. He tried to talk me into a matching red sheer stocking, but thought that was a bit far, so I settled on my, I call them incogniti stockings. They just look like you are waying dark black panythose, but they have a pattern up near the top. The dress covered the sexier half, including the garter tops, but close enough that if I felt flirty, I could shuffle it up a bit to just give a peek.
It was a very slow day for both of us, so his texting turned a little steamy, more pillow talk but this was a bit more exciting being at work. He was always trying to talk me into going to the ladies room, and well, umm, lets just say, enjoy myself. It was tempting, but honestly seemed like just a better thought than actually practice. After all, it was work not a bar.So needless to say, I was well a bit moist. So along with all the pillow talk of the things I could do, this particular day, I was all but role playing it all.

The other train was my boss, well a boss, not a direct report. But we often found ourselves on the road together, and it wasn’t unusual for use to find ourselves at the hotel bar. What was unusual, is that while he expressly showed intrested, he never once hit on me, made a lude comment, or even tried to get me to go to his room. But our hotel conversations were not tame in the least. We both ironically had a simliar taboo\fantasy, namely and office affair. But not like the long term love affair, just a quicky fun thing. But we both agreed the real problem is that it wasn’t practical at all. You practically had to write a contract so that it all seemed ok, only even then it’s questionable. So this one particular time that I didn’t recall until afterwards, was almost a how to of how it would happen. We both agreed spontaneity was a must, so you’d need some sure tell signs and less face it, guys thing anything is a sign, oh look she wore pumps today she wants sex, to any number of what we think are more the subtle hints that guys just never pick up on.
So the starting point had to be how she was dressed. It had to be something different, so if she already wore sexy things, it would have to be something a tag bit sexier. It also had to have well, a pep aspect. Something she could give a, well, personal view to just one particular person. And of course that personal view had to be something, not office wise at all. Then of course there had to be clear flirting and teasing. Lastly a sign that was pretty much, come get me, LOL.

So his view of the train wreck. He told me when I came in the office earlier in the morning to get some boxes stored in the corner of his office, that unknown to me at the time, I was subconsiously giving him quiet the show. At first he was just, well, stunned he said, note for the guys, that is a great compliment to give us. I first flashed him the top of my stockings with garters connected, and then red panties. He said he had already noticed the dress earlier, and recalled our conversation. But he said what really lead him to think it was that moment, was I was, well, visible, well, he could see how excited I was. I guess I never noticed how noticible wet satin can be, even from across the room. Still stunned, he said he was like a dear in head lights, which is why he kind of was lost when I told him I was done and left the room. I do recall that part, as if he was on a phone conversation and only gave me a passing notice.
Unknown to me, is what really sealed the deal, was the 2nd time I return when I bent over once, he noticed the panties were gone completely. At first he second guessed himself, and then I shifted to wear I was just moving back and forth almost teasing him. He said he was so hard, he just had to let it out. He pondered just enjoying the show, but thought again back to our conversation and decided, fuck it and that he did, lol.