One of the clients that our video production company serves is the local law enforcement agency. They often hire our services to produce videos about how to avoid falling prey to consumer scams, how to report crimes, why crossing guards do what they do and so on.
While we typically assign a producer such as myself to these projects to help with scripting, lining up shots and the like, the agency we work with has a talented staff member who handles these types of assignments with skill. His name is Brett, and with Sara's help, they have been able to produce many great shows.
This hasn't always been the case. The first few officers the agency sent over were your stereotypical donut-munching, cruiser-sitting types with expansive midsections and all the charm of a wet dishcloth. So, when the agency assigned Brett, it was a huge change.
Sara noticed many other things about Brett besides his skills as a video producer. In his mid-30s, Brett is muscular with a very short haircut, movie star good looks and charming as all get out. As Sara and Brett produced more videos, she couldn't help but mention on more than one occasion how attractive she thought he was, and that she often thought about him while making herself cum. She even confessed that on several occasions, she had to make a point of mentioning Brett's wife and young daughter to prevent her hands from wandering while sitting next to him in her edit suite.
One morning, I came into work and noticed that Sara was looking very attractive. Her hair was done up beautifully, and she was wearing one of my favorite button up blouses that gave me a great view down her cleavage. "What's up? You have a date today?" I asked.
"No," Sara said, "Ken, I'm going to have to beg off lunch today. We are under a very tight deadline for the show Brett and I are working on, and we're going to have to work on it all day to get it done on time."
"Oh, I see," I said, a twinge of jealousy coming through in my voice. "You have a hot date with the cop."
Sara sighed. "No, Ken, it's not like that. The chief wants it ready to air by the end of the week, and we have to go all out on the project. Rain check?"
"Yeah," I said. "I guess. But, behave yourself."
"I will be on my best behavior," Sara said, raising her right hand with her index and middle finger raised in a scout's salute.
About half an hour later, Brett arrived. From my office door, I could see Sara greet him with a hug. Funny, I had never seen her do that before. I watched as they went into Sara's edit suite, and I caught her shooting Brett a smile as they walked in. The door closed behind them, and I swear I could hear the sound of the lock engaging.
Why would she do that? My mind started racing. Could they be doing something? could this be the time when Sara put her mind toward being with Brett to satisfy her curiosity and her aching pussy?
I tried to get my mind off of what was happening, but the scenario started playing in my head. I could imagine her right now, pulling Brett's mouth to hers to plant a deep, wet kiss on his lips. I could imagine her untucking Brett's polo shirt and lifting it over his head, kissing down his chest as she unbuckled his pants.
I could clearly envision Brett unbuttoning Sara's blouse, running his hands over her ample breasts before reaching behind her to unhook her bra. I could almost hear him catch his breath as her large tits spilled out, her nipples hard, ready for his touch and his tongue.
