This is inspired by a true incident. I worked in labs for two decades, often alongside some very smart, beautiful women. Aside from the fact I'm married, I don't believe in sleeping with coworkers no matter how attractive I find them
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or they find me. If it ends badly (likely). It possibly fucks up my job and probably my marriage. However, I found two co-workers incredibly attractive but never let that be obvious. I had many pleasant fantasies thinking about the possibilities with either woman. I know both wanted me, though. In one case, 'Becky' (not her real name) approached me in a quiet corner of the lab, when no one else was around. She sidled up and stated: "Ivor, you're a good-looking man... (pause) Check this out." She stuck out her tongue and wiggled the end toward me, then lifted the tip up to show me the underside, then tip down to show me the velvety upper surface. "Did you see the pierce hole? I got it pierced in high school and wear a tongue stud when I'm not at work. It drives a man wild, if you know what I mean."
I was trying to hide my building erection and also play it cool by saying "Wow, jeez... I'm sure you know what you're doing" (or something like that). I rarely get 'tongue-tied' but I definitely wanted my tongue tied with her tongue...
However, I was completely taken aback and flustered ... she'd never openly shown interest in me before. I was intrigued ... but part of me was trying to nip this in the bud without hurting her feelings. Or maybe she was flirting and teasing with no real interest in me—just having fun at my expense. On the other hand, maybe she was serious...
What I really wanted to do was ask her to show me her tongue again. Then I'd firmly grip the tip of her tongue with my thumb and index finger and gently tug it for a closer look before planting my mouth on hers and engaging in a long, wet tongue-wrestling kiss. Sigh... missed opportunity. (She was a smoker, a strong turn-off for me, but in her case I'd have made an exception...).
For months after this encounter, when she walked into the lab, especially if she was wearing a particular pair of form-fitting jeans, I had to get to my workbench quickly to put on my lab coat—which I rarely wore except for dangerous experiments. In this case, my lab coat's protective function was to hide the erection she gave me when she wore those tight jeans.
A few months later my dream fantasy happened and I had my opportunity with 'Becky'.
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Around 4:30 PM one Saturday in mid-December Becky and I were alone in the lab, finishing up some experiments that had to be done before the Christmas break. I had mentioned the day before that my wife would not be attending the lab's Christmas party because her own office Christmas party was scheduled the same night. While I was clearing my work bench before heading home, Becky told me there was a list minute change to the the lab Christmas Party. Plan. The party was moved from our lab chief's house to the lab office suite down the corridor because his wife and kids were ill. But the party still started at 7 PM—about two hours from now. Everyone else in the lab had gone home and most other labs were already shut down. I thanked her for the update and rushed home to change for the party.
When I entered the biology building at 7 PM it was absolutely quiet. As I neared the lab office suite where the graduate students have their desks and lunch room, I heard Christmas music played low but no hubbub of conversation. I groaned. It seemed like it was going to be a dull "party" with everyone sitting around glumly staring into their drinks.
I opened the office suite door and saw Becky.... And my erection started to form. She was alone and wearing the tightest pair of dark brown leather pants I had ever seen. They look like they were spray painted on. She saw my eyes bulging out, so she did wiggling pirouette on her matching brown high heels to show off her ass. She then looked down pointedly to observe her effect on me and see that my cock was indeed starting to bulge out, too.
"Like what you see?" she cooed. "You hurt me a teensy bit a few months ago when you didn't grab my tongue and kiss me... like I knew you wanted to. So, I'm not too sorry about lying about the party venue change. We're gonna have our own private party ...right ...here!"
I'm tongue-tied. " Ah... sure... sounds great!" I managed to stammer. Then an astonished "Fuck" under my breath, embarrassed at my clumsiness.
"I like that you mentioned the word 'fuck'," she giggled, "That's on the menu. You'll note I'm wearing a bright pink satin blouse—it matches the shade of my shaved pussy's lips. But you'll find out soon enough... maybe. Except first, you have to do a few things for me."
"Uh, sure," I stammered.
"First you need to lock the door. Then you need to grasp my tongue, like I know you wanted to, and inspect my piercing."
She stuck her wet bubblegum pink tongue out and I saw a glistening silver stud there, about 5 mm in diameter. My hand reached out robotically. I didn't feel in control of my arm—it was acting on its own. I felt the wet, slippery stud and her tongue with my thumb. I squeezed her tongue, feeling the rough textured upper surface and she closed her mouth to suck my finger and thumb, while her smoldering bedroom eyes burned holes in me. After a half minute or so, Becky's mouth relinquished its hold on my fingers—now well-coated with her saliva— and she giggled. I leaned in and locked lips with hers. She darted her tongue into my mouth and expertly probed me. I felt her hot tongue, and felt the click of the stud as she playfully tapped my teeth with it.
"Just imagine how that stud is going to feel when it roves over your cock," she teased.
Then she gave the bulge in my jeans a firm playful squeeze. I was practically ready to cum then and there. I felt my underwear getting slick with my natural cock lube oozing from my erect cock. After another twenty seconds of passionate slurping kisses, our lips unlocked. She gasped, "Fucking awesome! You know how to kiss! But now you're supposed to kiss me under the mistletoe."
My eyes unlocked from hers and I gazed upward, looking for mistletoe. I saw none, I'm mystified. I looked back into her eyes, four inches from mine. Her eyes were crinkled with glee.
"Look down, silly!" she laughed.
I gazed down. Sometime during our kiss, she hooked a piece of mistletoe to the waistband of her impossibly tight leather pants. She then put her hands on my shoulders and me down firmly until I was on my knees. "Kiss me NOW ... under the mistletoe ... long and hard!" She commanded.
I obeyed and buried my face into the camel-toe of her leather-clad pussy, rubbing my nose and chin hard into where her clit must be... I could tell when I hit her clit, because she grabbed my hair firmly and pulled my face in harder when I rubbed her hidden pussy pearl the right way during my face movements.
"No more face skating! Start using your lips and tongue and really work that leather. It's plenty wet on the inside, I want you getting it equally wet from the outside! Work it!" She starts moaning loudly as I kiss, suck, and lick her crotch. I breathe in that intense leather smell.
