Date: Thu, 26 Jul 2001 05:01:52 +0100
From: Hecate <hecate@newsguy.com>
Subject: Flash

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Flash (exh)

by Hecate (hecate@newsguy.com)


Camille had spent all morning getting ready for her appointment.  She put
on, first, a pair of translucent silk panties, and then some sheer silk
stay-up stockings. She loved the feel of the silk as it caressed her
body. It moved against her, brushing lightly so that she felt small
goosebumps everywhere it touched, leaving her skin feeling enervated with
sensation. Next was an almost transparent white silk blouse. This brushed
her breasts as she moved, tingling against her breasts, making her nipples
start to engorge.  The aureoles were visible through the silk as her
breasts pressed against it.  Over this she was going to wear a silk and
wool suit.  Very proper but with the skirt just a little short, though
still covering the tops of her stockings, and a v-neck jacket that showed
her blouse and her cleavage, but covering her where her nipples showed
through the blouse.  Then a pair of patent black leather shoes to complete
the ensemble.  She looked at herself in the mirror. The image of a
businesswoman was reflected back.  Only she knew how sexy she felt. How her
nipples were grinding against the smooth silk of the blouse, how the silk
panties were gently rubbing against her every time she moved, how she was
feeling herself begin to moisten with excitement.

The car arrived on time and dropped her at the imposing eighteenth century
building.  She climbed the steps, and went into the building. She took the
elevator to the first floor, walked along the corridor, and entered a
magisterial office through the open door.  She closed the door behind
her. The figure at the massive oak desk pointed her toward a comfy leather
chair and she went to sit down. Now the fun would start. As she sat she
carefully allowed her skirt to slip upwards against the leather seat.  Eyes
were staring at her and the questions began.  By now she was excited to the
point where her panties were damp. She could feel the wetness between her
thighs. Part way through the questions, she complained of the warmth in the
office, and removed her jacket, pushing her breasts forward against the
silk, her now erect nipples making pink points in the cloth.  Half way
through she began to open her legs; the short skirt easing back until she
was sure enough light was available for the wet patch on her panties to be
seen. She rubbed herself carefully against the leather seat; making her
panties caress her pussy, pull on her clitoris.  She noticed the questioner
move one hand below the desk.  The questions came faster, breathing faster,
diction more strangulated, until an obvious moan came from behind the desk
Camille found herself having a small orgasm in sympathy.

The Judge rose from behind the desk, and smoothed down her skirt. She
looked at Camille. "Well, that's the best briefing I've ever had, but
you're due for a good spanking when we get home, you little minx!"


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