No harm had been done. But a lot of people in our business are squares. They might feel us too frivolous, and un-businesslike.
"You don't mind do you, darling?" Janet asked tenderly.
I could have shouted with joy. Pumping spunk into Janet for most of my office hours seriously interfered with my work. And I had Ruth to think about too. She was a standing date. But I wasn't so stupid I showed delight. I scowled. "It's a shame!" I shrugged my shoulders. "You're right of course. We must protect the business."
"I don't want to disappoint you, darling."
"We'll get together some time," I mumbled.
"So while we're in the office we'll just play with each other. Then you won't feel frustrated."
"Play with each other?" I asked faintly.
She locked the door. "Bring your chair over and sit down. We won't undress. If anyone knocks we can open the door in seconds. Callers won't be suspicious!"
She sat me primly on a chair and sat facing me. Her knees touched mine. She took off her glasses. She had lovely, melting eyes. "You do love making love to me?"
"Love it," I whispered.
She unzipped her dress to the waist, exposing her beautiful breasts. She leaned forward, her hands upon my thighs. Her breasts hung like luscious fruit. She closed her eyes. "Fondle me!" she whispered dreamily.
My bastard prick twitched happily. And I shared its eagerness. Her gorgeous, dangling breasts screamed out to be fondled. A delicious quiver ran through her as my fingers tingled upon satin skin. I fondled her left breast first. I cupped it in my hand and raised it until its full weight nestled in my palm. The skin was warm and moist. I slid my other hand up into her armpit, teased the sweaty hairs and then trailed my moist fingers down to her breast, getting a good grip on it from above, as well as from below. I squeezed rhythmically. She hissed and arched towards me.
A firm, substantial breast provides considerable scope for fondling hands. I fondled her breast in a dozen different ways. I held it firmly, lifted it high and circled it around. I pulled it downwards with increasing pressure until the pectoral muscle was strained taut. I tumbled it with my fingers so it bobbed up and down, shivering like jelly, I stretched it like elastic, relaxed it, and stretched it again. I did so many lovely things, she whinnied and enjoyed a small orgasm even before I touched the nipple.
Janet's nipple was quivering with exquisite sensitivity. Her breast was so toned up, the nipple felt frustrated. Its halo was very large and pink, and stood out from the milky skin of her breast. The halo was normally crazed with wrinkles. But eagerness strained it taut until the wrinkles were ironed out and the pink skin was satin-smooth. The nipple was enormous. It stood out starkly, very hard, and flushed dark red. It was as stiff as my prick. Every wrinkle was ironed out by the tension of its erection. Its dome-shaped crown was ultra-sensitive and the first whispery touch of my fingertip gave her another little orgasm.
That nipple was a joy to work on. I teased, tantalized and taunted it. I pinched it with finger and thumb, wound it up, and then unwound it. I pulled it upwards and downwards, then outwards and sideways. I rolled it with finger and thumb like a cigarette. Then I used both hands, fondling the breast as well as its nipple. It was so moving she hunched forward, yielding up her breast in a sensory-drugged coma. She had so many little orgasms, so quickly, it was like one long climax.
I love making a girl come, fondling her until she's faint with pleasure. It's a thrill to know every fiber of her body "is responding to my stimulation. I was enjoying myself so I took my time. I finger-teased her nipple until it was the core of all her sensuous pleasure before I leaned forward, eased her dress off her shoulders and kissed bare skin. She jumped as though I'd branded her.
I trailed my wet lips down to her armpit and burrowed into it. My senses were intoxicated by her hot, peppery woman smell. It excited me and my tongue foraged avidly, licking into the deepest hollow of her armpit filling my mouth with black, glistening hairs and even chewing them to squeeze out their essence. She had a strong sweaty taste that was an aphrodisiac. I sucked her armpit until it was licked clean of all flavour. Then I ran my tongue along the pectoral muscle, and licked over the slope of her breast. It was tormenting ecstasy for her,… and for me.
Her breast had its own, womanly, peppery, milky flavour. I licked it clean, right down to the halo. And when I licked under it, into the crevice caused by breast overhang, the flavour was so strong I licked in a blissful, post-climax-trance. I turned back to the enormous, taut nipple. I made a feast of it. Having it throbbing in my mouth turned me delirious. It was out of this world for her. I licked it so lovingly that she responded gently, her little orgasms like sighing breezes. But when I sucked frenziedly she climaxed with wild, orgiastic writhings.
I slobbered her tit out of my mouth. It hung heavily, glistening with my saliva, its enormous nipple still erect and darkly flushed. But it had tired from so much attention and I turned to her other breast. I weighed it in my hand. It was full and creamily soft. But she pulled my hand away. "Make me feel nice in other ways, darling," she whispered. She leaned back, closed her eyes and let her arms hang limply at her sides.
Her knees were touching mine and her skirt was rucked up. The skin on the inside of her thighs was very soft, but sprinkled with long, sleek black hairs. Her legs were clamped together. I placed the blade of my hand in the crevice between them and she jumped as though I'd let off a pistol. Then her thighs slowly parted under the weight of my hand and it sank between them until I could stroke the insides of her thighs. The soft skin there was ultra-sensitive. As my fingertips whispered across it, her thighs parted even more. Presently both my hands were whispering up and down inside her thighs which were splayed so wide apart her hip joints were almost out of their sockets.
She was wearing pale blue nylon panties and with her legs wide-splayed the gusset looked six inches wide. It was sopping wet, swimming in glistening drool that trickled down on to her skirt. Long, black cunt hairs sprouted out either side of her panties and were stuck to her wet thighs. I'd been inhaling cunt aroma so long my brain was steeped in it. But smelling it hot from the oven made my senses swim anew.
I was all alone. Janet was far, far away, sprawled back limply, breasts heaving and her wide-open legs an enchanting, total surrender.
I ran my fingertips up her calves and up along her quivering thighs, hooked them in her pantie waistband and drew it down. Her cute little ass lifted up in reflex action. But peeling her panties away from her crotch was difficult. The nylon clung like wet flannel, There were liquid, glupping sounds, and her knees and calves, as well as my hands were slippery with goo when I peeled off her panties over her shoes. At once her thighs strained wide again, starkly exposing the hot, pink slit within her crotch. She'd squirted so much cunt-juice it filmed her groin as well as her thighs. Her bush of thick, long hairs was soaked in sexy juice. She slumped back looking as though a bucket of molasses had been sloshed over her cunt. I wadded up her panties, mopped up the puddle on her skirt, and dropped the panties on the floor. They landed with a weighty splash. I didn't mop up her crotch!
She looked drugged, the way she sprawled back, with her legs shamelessly wide-flung. I pulled my chair up close until my knees were touching her chair. I slid my hands under her buttocks, lifted and pulled her towards me. She slid lower in the chair and her bottom rested on my thighs. Her legs hung down either side of me and her hairy crotch was within easy reach. Her cunt gaped, steaming and giving off it's pungent, intoxicating aroma. Long black hairs clung to it like a treacle curtain. I parted the hairs, stroked-them upwards and pressed them flat over her groin and abdomen. A lot of the hairs that lined her slit were snarled up inside it. I drew them out and smoothed them over her thighs. When all the hairs were smoothed away I got my first good look at her crevice.