Gemma and I had known each other for years. We'd been colleagues together and even after our careers had taken us in different directions we'd kept in touch, sometimes more frequently than others. Whenever circumstances allowed, we'd meet up for a drink and a chat on a number of occasions.
There had always been a certain 'something' between us but our friendship had always been strictly platonic on account of the fact that she had a boyfriend and because I hadn't wanted to jeopardise her relationship or our friendship.
We met, this time, when I was on one of my business trips down south. As it turned out, she worked quite close to where my company's office was and so we agreed to meet up for a meal and a drink after work. The weather was absolutely rotten so we decided, since the hotel I was staying in was just around the corner, just to eat in the restaurant there.
The meal was good and over its course we caught up on all that had happened since we'd last seen each other about 18 months before. It was while we were chatting that I discovered that she and her boyfriend had split up about 6 months earlier. Since then, she'd had a couple of short term 'flings' but was currently single.
After we'd eaten, we made our way to the bar for a few more drinks and continued chatting. Our conversation was, as always, interlaced with innuendo and obvious flirting; we had always been like that; but somehow, despite its familiarity, I could sense a subtle change.
Somewhat to my surprise, it was Gemma who made the first move. I'd been aware of her leg occasionally brushing against mine as we'd talked but hadn't read anything more into it. When she did make her move, it was anything but subtle. After finishing her drink, she stood up, looked at me and said. "Well, are you going to call me a taxi or invite me up to your room?"
I was slightly taken aback but there was no way I was going to turn her down if that was what she wanted. I asked her if she was sure and she replied, "We've known each other for years and we've wasted so many chances because I was faithful to that prick of a boyfriend of mine. I don't have to consider him anymore so now I can do what I want. I assume that you want to too?"
Without any hesitation I agreed that I did and together we left the bar.
My room was on the second floor. As I reached to open the door I asked her again if she was sure about this. Gemma nodded and kissed me on the cheek. I put the key-card in the lock and the door opened. Once inside, her lips were on mine. We kissed with increasing passion as she pressed her body against mine. I still couldn't believe this was happening. I'd known Gemma since she was 16 when she had joined the firm we both then worked for as a temp. Now, almost ten years later, here she was, in my room, kissing me with an ever growing urgency, her smart business suit skirt was already on the floor around her ankles while her fingers struggled with the buttons of my shirt. I helped her out of her blouse as she undid my belt and pushed my trousers to the floor.
Seconds later we were on my bed, our bodies pressed firmly together as we kissed with increasing passion. Gemma's hand slipped inside my boxer shorts as her tongue swirled in my mouth. She sat up and removed her bra, then began tugging my shorts off. Smiling, she moved between my legs, took my cock and positioned it between her large breasts then, squeezing them together, she began to rub them up and down along my shaft, flicking her tongue over its head whenever it came into reach.
The unexpected nature of this encounter, coupled with the way Gemma expertly worked my cock soon brought me to the point where I was struggling to hold back. I realised, somewhat absently, that Gemma was no longer the shy, somewhat awkward (if incredibly sexy) teenager that I had known all those years before but was now a confident, sexual (and even more incredibly sexy) young woman who was currently sucking hungrily on my cock with carefree abandon.
As the pressure mounted, I warned her that she was either going to have to stop and let me cool down or carry on and gave me time to recover. She smiled, obviously deciding on the latter course, then wrapped her lips around my shaft again and took me deep into her mouth.
Gemma's mouth was warm and she worked her lips up and down along my shaft, sucking with obvious relish as she did. I groaned, feeling the pressure mount as she sucked hungrily on my cock with an expertise that suggested a level of experience I would never have expected.
I conveyed my appreciation with gasps of pleasure and a number of incoherent groans. My fingers tangled in her hair and I had to resist an ever increasing urge to ram my cock down Gemma's throat as her mouth brought me inexorably closer to my climax.
In virtually no time at all I was at the point of no return. I managed to gasp a warning that I was about to cum. Gemma paused, smiled, then, with a wink, took me into her mouth again and began to work my cock with her fingers.
My hips began to buck. "Oh fuck!! I'm cumming!!!" I cried as I erupted, firing jet after jet of cum into Gemma's hot and hungry mouth. With her lips still firmly wrapped around my pulsing shaft, I could feel her swallow as she took my load; her fingers skilfully milking my cock as my seed flooded into her mouth.
When my climax finally subsided, Gemma sucked the last drops from my straining cock then, licking her lips, she looked at me and smiled. "Somebody needed that," she said as she moved up beside me. She smiled then added, "and so did you by the looks of things."
Still somewhat taken aback by Gemma's blatant display of raw sexuality and her flippant comment, I responded in kind. "That was fantastic," I said, "I'd never have guessed you'd be a swallower."
A slight frown crossed Gemma's brow but quickly faded as she realised I was teasing her. "Would you rather I spat it out?" she asked archly, "I can do that next time if you'd prefer."
I kissed her then gave her my assurance that swallowing was fine by me and that she shouldn't feel any pressure to spit just on my account. Gemma gave me a gentle dig in the ribs. "Cheeky sod!" she said with a smile and a mischievous wink. As I made a show of nursing my 'poor bruised ribs' Gemma kissed my cheek lightly then asked me if I was ready to give her some of the same.
I groaned theatrically as I rolled over and began to kiss her. My hands explored her body and she squirmed against my touch. "I never knew you were ticklish," I laughed as my fingers found a sensitive spot on her side.
"That could be because you've never had me naked beside you in bed before," Gemma replied with a grin. "You'd have found about that and my swallowing tendencies and possibly a whole pile of other things a lot sooner if you hadn't insisted on behaving so properly in the past," she added.
"Can you ever forgive me?" I teased, my finger tracing the curve of her breast.
"That depends on how well you do tonight," she replied with a mischievous glint in her eye.
I returned my attention to her body, kissing and caressing her skin. She moaned as I ran my tongue up her side then over her breast before lightly flicking her nipple. I took it into my mouth, sucking gently and flicking it with my tongue. I caressed her other breast with my hand, teasing the stiffening nipple with my fingertips.
"Oooooh, that's good," Gemma gasped as my mouth moved from one breast to the other, back and forth, over and over, coating their surface with a warm film of my saliva. She squirmed, squeezing her thighs tightly together as my mouth continued its exploration of her breasts.
As Gemma's moans became deeper, I began to work my way downwards, kissing her stomach, licking the sides of her abdomen, running my fingers up and down her sides and over her breasts. I felt her legs part I as moved closer to my goal. Slowly, deliberately, I positioned myself between them and began to kiss and lick the insides of her thighs.
Gemma's body responded as my tongue snaked its way towards her pussy. I felt her body tense as my tongue drew closer and closer to its target; her lower lips glistened with her juices. Soft moans of anticipation issued from her mouth as she waited to feel the touch of my tongue on pussy. Her moans were replaced by a gasp of frustration when, at the very last moment, I moved my head away and began to kiss down the inside of her thighs again.
Again and again, my mouth drew close and then retreated again. As I slowly teased her, her frustration became almost palpable. I reached up and began to caress and squeeze Gemma's breasts with my hands as I continued to tease her with my mouth.
Finally, unable to take any more of my teasing, Gemma reached down to grip my head. "For fuck sake, eat me! Don't tease me!" she moaned, as she pulled my head towards her, pushing her hips forward at the same time, trying desperately to press her pussy against my mouth. I laughed. "In a hurry are we? Have you got someone else waiting?"
"N ... noooooo," Gemma moaned, exasperation and frustration evident in her voice. "I ... I just want to feel your tongue on my pussy!"
"Your wish is my command," I replied but, instead of responding to her urgings, I returned to my slow teasing, my mouth coming close to but never quite touching Gemma's pussy; my breath warm against her glistening, moist folds.
Gemma's complaints became increasingly urgent as her frustration continued to mount. "Eat my fucking pussy!" she moaned as the suspense became unbearable.
Suddenly, without any warning, I let my tongue graze her lower lips. "Ooooohhhhhhh!" Gemma sighed, "Ooohhhhhh, ooooohhhh yesssss!"
Slipping my tongue between Gemma's moist folds, I lightly nuzzled her pussy. Her juices flowed out of her tunnel and I lapped them into my mouth. My tongue darted in and out of Gemma's pussy and she began to squirm, moaning and sighing with pleasure as the sensations in her pussy spread over her. After exploring every fold and crevice of her pussy, I moved my tongue to Gemma's clit, my hands rubbing and squeezing her breasts.
"That's sooooo, good!" Gemma moaned, grinding her pussy against her my mouth. As my tongue teased her clit, I reached down and slid the tips of two fingers into her pussy. "Oooooh!" Gemma sighed, pushing back to let my fingers penetrate her more deeply. I twisted my fingers inside her, coating them with her juices. Suddenly, I pulled them out and my hand returned to her breast. "Oooooohhhhhh, mmmmmmm," Gemma moaned as I anointed her nipple with her juices.
Repeating the process with the fingers of one hand, then the other, I coated Gemma's breasts with her juices as I feasted on her pussy. "Ohhhhh God!!! I love it when you do that," Gemma sighed as I rubbed her juices into the soft skin of her breasts, "It feels sooooo dirty!" As I dipped my tongue into her tunnel, flicking it rapidly in and out, Gemma reached down and began pulling my head towards her as she pushed her hips forward.
