The firm I work for is small and rewards it's staff well. Because of this most people don't leave, they are "lifers". For me this means that most of my coworkers are over 50. Being 32, there isn't really a social side to work, no lunches, after work drinks...nothing.
So when Amber started with the company I was over the moon. She worked upstairs in the accounts department, we slowly become friends as we were the only people in the firm around the same age. We went out to lunch together most Fridays and occasionally went out for a drink after work.
Amber played hockey at a high level and had an incredible little body. 5 foot 4 of tanned toned symmetry. Her face was gorgeous, straight black hair framing stunning green eyes and full pouted lips. The guys in the office all lusted after her and were mesmerized by her rack. They weren't huge, C cups at most, but they were set high on her frame, perky and filled out anything she wore creating that sexy curve down to her flat stomach. But for me her best asset was lower, her ass, hips and thighs were perfect.
All that running around on the hockey field bent over somehow made her toned without losing any curves. Every casual Friday lunch, she, like most of the office wore jeans and I would be hypnotized following her, watching that ass move, stretching that denim in all the right places.
At first our lunches were pretty standard corporate affairs, we would talk about mainly boring stuff and swap gossip from around the office. After a few months she started telling me more about her private life and this mainly revolved around how bored she was out of work.
She had been with her high school boyfriend for over 10 years and I got the feeling things were stale between them. I listened and said things I thought were appropriate and supportive. As the weeks went on it became clear that she wanted more from her partner who spent all his free time on his computer.
At last weeks lunch things became interesting. Once we finished eating she looked me in the eye.
"Damian, do you watch porn on your computer at home?"
This took me completely off guard and not wanting to look flustered I answered more quickly and honestly than I wanted.
"Sure, sometimes, why do you ask?"
"I found porn on Darren's computer a few weeks ago."
Then she paused and looked like she was going to leave it at that before continuing.
"I don't understand, he has been watching all these dirty porn movies and obviously gets off on it. But..."
She paused again for a long while looking down at the table, then looked up at me and said quietly,
"But in bed he doesn't want to do anything like that. We have only ever done the missionary position."
I tried to keep a poker face at this point but my mind raced and inwardly I was thinking what an idiot Darren must be to have a girlfriend with an ass like that and not fuck her doggy style. Then she asked,
"Is that normal?"
"Well its not normal for me, I like to do a lot more than missionary. But everyone has their own tastes."
She considered this for a while then flashed her eyes and smiled.
"So your a dirty boy then?"
"Well I am compared to Darren."
We both laughed shaking off the awkwardness that had built up. Then she asked.
"So what turns you on?"
I was getting turned on thinking of fucking that perfect ass doggy style and tried to change the subject.
"Ill go and pay the bill."
"Oh no you don't, sit back down."
She flicked her hair pouting then said,
"Pleeease tell me."
This was playing dirty, the look in those eyes broke me down and when I sat back down her pout turned into a smile and she stared at me intently. I didn't want to dive into anything too dirty straight away encase she thought I was some sort of pervert.
"Well i'm a total sucker for lingerie. A hot girl in sexy lingerie with thigh highs always works for me."
She beamed at this.
"What else?"
"Well I like pretty much everything really, oral, different positions..."
She interrupted,
"Anal?"
"Sure, I love ass."
She smiled and said.
"Oooh Damian, you are a dirty boy. All that porn on Darren's computer was anal stuff, but i've asked him before and he doesn't want to."
At this point my poker face broke as my mind reeled thinking what an idiot Darren was and what it would be like to ass fuck Amber. It certainly was not the first time id thought about it. All that came out my mouth was,
"What a fucking idiot."
She smiled knowingly then started giggling and blushed a little. I knew she knew what I was thinking and it was driving me crazy, I was hard as a rock. Then to my amazement she asked,
"Does Janet like you fucking her ass?"
I had been lucky with my girlfriends including Janet, most of them were open to trying most things in the bedroom. But two things I never got and always fantasized about were anal and deep throat. None of my girlfriends had really let me fuck their asses. They had tried but it had hurt them before we could really get started. Deep throating was much the same, the choking and gagging was too much for them. I'm 6 foot 4 and have a 7 and a half inch cock but the problem was more the girth than the length.
I was turned on and thought fuck it, ill just be honest.
"I've got a big cock and it has hurt my girl friends so i've never got that much of it."
She look flustered and I thought I might have gone to far but then she looked up at me and smiled.
"Your a guy, what can I do to get Darren to try it with me?"
"Why don't you buy some lingerie and dress up for him? Maybe you could watch some anal porn with him?"
She seemed to really like my advice.
"Thanks Damian, you wont tell anyone about this will you?"
I assured her that I wouldn't and then we paid and left.
On the walk back to the office we passed by a lingerie store. Amber stopped outside then looked at me and asked,
"Damian would you help me choose something?"
I knew it was a bad idea but the thought of picking out lingerie with Amber was too much so I smiled and followed her into the store. Once inside she said,
"I'm going to have a look around, if you find something you think will work let me know."
