Eat It

The office coffee machine simply would not brew. I was increasingly convinced that the sounds it was emitting were just its death rattles as it passed over to whatever afterlife might await it.

"Hey. How's it going?" I had been so engaged in my staring contest with the pitiable machine that I'd failed to notice my colleague sneaking up beside me.

"Fine, I guess." I was never sure what to answer. Most people didn't want to know, but if so, then why ask? So I settled for some kind of middle ground.

"Late-night coffee?"

"Yeah. Who needs sleep, right?" When she didn't answer I continued. "At least if this thing ever decides to..."

"I want you to lick me." She had leaned in towards me, her warm breath in my ear took me by surprise even before the words started sinking in.

"What did you say?"

"You heard me." Her voice had a hint of mischief to it as she pressed herself against me. Shoulders hard against mine, lips tickling my ear.

"I'm not sure..." I felt myself redden. There was no way I was going to say what I thought I'd heard. The social ramifications would be catastrophic if I was wrong.

"I. Want. You. To. Lick. Me." She ostentatiously enunciated every monosyllabic word.

"Lick you... where?" I was just feigning ignorance at this point, but it seemed like this must be some kind of setup. My heart was racing for all kinds of reasons.

"Oh, come on. You're a grown man, you figure it out." Her breath against my ear was getting hotter. So was my face. "Where do you think I want you to lick me?"

"Down there?"

"Down where?" She was giggling now.

"Between..." I swallowed, face hot and almost certainly bright red. "Between your... Legs?"

"Yes, dummy! I want you to lick my pussy!" She emphasized the word, a note of playful mockery in her voice. "I've seen you look at me. I know you're into me."

She was right. My eyes had a mind of their own (well, they had my mind, which was bad enough). Much to my continued embarrassment.

She licked inside my ear. "So." She whispered letting her mouth move down to my earlobe, gently biting it. I felt myself getting hard. "Just do it."

"What if someone sees us?"

"Nobody's here."

"You sure?"

"Yes. Now will you shut up and lick me?"

With the closeness and scent of her body, the wetness her tongue had left in my ear, the thought of tasting her, my heart was racing. Equal parts horny and nervous, I swallowed again and whispered a weak "OK."

She was standing with her back against the countertop where the coffee machine was still busy probably dying. I moved to stand in front of her, leaning my mouth towards hers. She immediately leant back against the counter and placed a hand on my head, gently pushing me down to my knees. "You can kiss me after. I want to taste my pussy on your tongue." Again she emphasized the word.

I placed my hands on her slender hips, letting them slide down the coarse texture of her jeans, feeling her butt yield slightly to my touch as I pushed her towards my face.

Her fingers tickling as she slid them through my hair, I drew in the warm smell of her skin and kissed her along the small gap of exposed belly between her jeans and her T-shirt.

I dragged my nails gently along the outside of the thighs, then back up as I started working her belt buckle, feeling myself judged on speed and found wanting. At last the buckle was loose and, hands shaking I got to work on the buttons (of course it had to be buttons!) of her fly.

With my own excitement and her impatient noises it took, or at last seemed to take, an inordinate amount of time and fumbling before the last button was finally loose and the cloth parted. I slid her pants off, hand following the swelling of her butt, now soft without the denim cloth, while tracing my tongue along the upper edge edge of her black cotton underwear, tasting her skin. Smelling her getting wet.

The pants fell to her ankles. She bent down over me, forcing my face into her thigh as she worked off first one of her boots and then a single pant leg.

She parted her legs slightly, one hand firm on the back of my head, the other supporting her on the counter, hips thrust forward.

Feeling her firm butt give slightly as I dug into her with both hands, I started kissing the inside of her thighs. Alternating. Working my way up to her groin, licking the edge of her underwear. I could tell by the smell that she was really into it now. I was too, embarrassment now completely replaced by arousal.

Her hand left my head to pull her underwear to one side, revealing black hair matching that on her head. Then I felt he grab my hair, forcing me towards her.

I first licked the outside, letting the tongue enter as best it could, then took my hands off her butt to part her folds, finally getting the first taste of her. Above, I could hear her gasp quickly for breath as the grip on my hair tightened and then relaxed.

The coffee machine, for its part, kept bubbling and chugging along, unperturbed by the the humans in front of it.

Suddenly, she let go of my hair and pushed me pushed me back. I sat down on my heels, spitting to dislodge a strand of pubic hair from my tongue while she slid her underwear off her bare leg, leaving them piled on top of her jeans still stuck to her other leg.

Then she reached forwards and grabbed my head again, pushing herself up until she was sitting on the counter, dragging me along.

Sweat and juices were getting onto the countertop and before I could stop myself I'd blurted out "We're gonna have to clean that up".

"Oh, for fuck's sake." She pushed me face-first between her legs, placing the white sock of her shoeless foot on my shoulder as she spread her legs.

I parted her again, wider this time. Her tangy taste filling my mouth as I slid my tongue into her. She grabbed my jaw with her other hand, directing me towards her clit as she suppressed a gasp for breath.

The grip of my hair firmed, now actually painful. The feeling of her losing control, yielding to animal lust was incredibly sexy.

I smiled at the slight squeal she made as I entered her with my finger, rubbing gently against her walls. Her leg wrapped around my neck, pressing my nose hard against her.

She was doing all the work now, hands still holding my jaw and hair, hips grinding her clit against my tongue. Her breathing was coming in short gasps, the smell and taste of her was almost overwhelming.

The coffee machine finally erupted. Not long after, so did she.

I felt muscles tightening as she gave up any pretense of suppressing her voice. Shaking fiercely, an almost animal groan interrupted by sharp intakes of breath.

As she sat on the countertop, shaking at the slightest touch, I looked up at her face. Her jaw unclenched, and her eyes opened to look back down on me with a huge smile. "Fuck that was good!"

I smiled back, her taste still in my mouth as she pulled me up towards her, giving me the kiss she'd promised. Hand still grasping my hair as her tongue entered my mouth and I tasted her saliva. The kiss was very gentle, affectionate in contrast to her tight grip.

At length she pulled us apart, a thin string of mucus still connecting us, lip to lip.

"This time, suck my tits first." She grinned.