Overtime at the office.
It was late and I was just finishing up some work when I heard
her enter. It was Becky, the sexy new executive we just hired
last week. "Hey, didn't expect to see you here
this late." she said, sitting down on the edge of my
desk. She must have just come from the gym, her sports bra
and tight spandex were visible through her white t-shirt.
"Yeah, I'm getting ready to blow." I said,
" I've got a real hard one here." She gasped
and exclaimed "What did you say!?" Realizing
how that might have sounded I quickly responded..."I
meant this problem with the --- Acount."
She responded, smiling seductively, "Oh, I thought....well
I thought it was something I could help you with! I am quite
good with...hard issues" I thought about it for the
briefest of minutes before responding back " Well,
I never turn down help in that area, especially from someone
so obviously equiped for it."
She slid over to my computer and leaned down to look at my
screen, pretending to check what I was working on. In the
process she gave me a good chance to glance at the swelling
breasts pushing against her sports bra. I must have lingered
too long because the next thing I heard was her whispered
"What do you think? Should we go to my office and resolve
this issue?" Never one to shy from an adventure, I
responded, "sure, just give me a minute to close down."
She moved down the hall to her private office, next to the
executive washroom. I watched her gorgeous ass sway down
the aisle, her shorts pulled up into that wonderful "wedgie"
that lets you know how firm the inhabitants are!
As I entered her office she was just coming out from the washroom,
I could see she had washed her face and released her hair
fromits athletic pony tail to fall in soft golden waves
over her smooth shoulders. I also noticed the dark blue
shadow of her sports bra was gone, replaced by two firm pink
mounds just barley visible from beneath the shirt. Similarly
her shorts were no linger clinging to her and where once
the bottoms of her spandex showed, there was simply a continuation
of her silky tan thighs, with just a hint of a darker place
above. Man do I love a girl in white gym clothes!
"Well, lets get right to the business of taking care
of that hard issue." she cooed. I started to respond,
but she quickly closed the distance between us and laying
a finger on my lips whispered, "no more discussion,
too many words, lets see some action!"
Gently she replaced her fingers with her lips, cool and
firm, yet somehow so sensuous. Her fingers, no longer engaged,
wandered down to cup my swelling groin. As I reached beneath
her shirt and began to cup and tease her breasts, she deftly
deprived me of my pants, letting them fall in a heap at my
ankles followed quickly by my shorts.
"Ah, now we are getting to the root of the issue..."
she sighed. As she slipped to her knees I pulled her shirtup
over her head, revealing two of the most perfectly formed
pert breasts. Their nipples at full attention, her breasts
were begging for my tongue to explore their fullness. But
that would have to wait for she was on a quest of her own.
As she reach eye level with my "issue, " she
licked her lips slowly and reached out her hands to get a
hold of the problem. Massaging my sack with gentle fingers
she began to slowly work her tongue around the edges of my
very firm head. I sheer ecstacy I begged her to let me conduct
some "research" of my own. Being a team player
and all, she agreed and we slipped to the floor. I was impressed
how she managed to keep her mouth engaged with the "issue"
as I manuvered my own mouth to explore her issues.
As I moved my head into position, I soflty slipped her now
damp shorts down her silky smooth thighs and deposited
them next to my own discarded garments. I allowed my hands
to fondle and explore the glorious curves and recesses
of her thighs and ass, but my main focus was my tongue and
lips beginning their detailed inspection of her neatly
trimmed vagina with its very full lips.
While I was loosening up to prepare for the full investigation,
her own was in full swing! She had moved from a gentle tonguing
of my edges to a full scale assult! Her firm lips closed on
my shaft and began to move up and down as her tongue kneaded
the head within her mouth to a firmness never reached before.
Her fingers continued their probing and rubbing of my sack
and the base of the shaft. Beads of sweat stood out plainly
on my brow as she worked me ever closer to a resolution.
I could tell my own stepped up work was having its effect
too, as her once tight slit began to swell and soften, trembling
slightly as my tongue worked its magic on her "issue."
As if in concert we pulled away at the same moment, shifting
quickly to align out parts, allowing them to do what they
were intended to do. I don't know which brought more
satisfaction, feeling myself slide into her firm slit,
or finally having her perfect breast at eye level. As I moved
in and out of her, I massaged first one and then the other
of those wonderful mounds. Pulling her nipples into my
mouth, I sucked them and teased them lovingly with my tongue.
I felt her begin to tremble just as I was myself beginning
to lose control. With mounting pleasure, we locked lips
in a never ending kiss that ended only as our moans and screams
reached their feverish climax.
As we sank in exhaustion to the floor, she signed gently,
"wow, I love it when I can work out issues with the staff
like this!" After some minutes of serene calm, she
went on, "of course, there is the issues of cleaning
up...." And as she led me by the hand towards the executive
washroom, I knew I was going to enjoy the task.
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