She sold yellow page ads. In 1998, that mattered. We talked a couple of times. Chipper and engaging, described her well. She insisted on meeting, in person. I wasn't buying much and do most of my business over the phone, so I declined. She wasn't having any of that, and set an appointment after she returned from the Caribbean.
Two weeks later,3 o'clock sharp, she bounced through my door. Short blond hair, bubbly, lots of jewelry and clothing that was flattering, but more salacious than professional. She had a sleeveless goldish cotton sweater with a v-neck that accentuated her cleavage, framing the amulet on her necklace nicely. Her skirt was cream colored and a bit too short for her age. Toeless, strapless heels mabe 3 inches, bringing her to all of five five. She was pretty.
Honestly, she was old enough, that, as a younger guy I wouldn't have noticed her in a restaurant or some other public venue, but here she was, filling my office with energy and a sexual vibe which was nearly palpable. We talked, a lot, and hardly any of it was business. She reached out and touched my hands or my forearms, getting up and sitting down again, stepping closer, moving back. I'd never seen anything like it, and it was enjoyable. I saw the other tenants leave my wing, passing by my open door. She told me her birthday passed before her trip and her husband had gotten her something really nice. I bit, I'm in sales, I know the ques, it was clear this was what she'd been building up to.
"Please, tell me, what did he get you?" I asked leaning forward in my chair. Elbows on my knees, fingertips touching, cocking my head slightly as my eyes traveled up her body. I had been leaning back, not really knowing where this was going, and I was curious. She sat in a dining room chair I had until the real office furniture was delivered. It was a hard, even though the seat was cushioned, and it had a straight back. It looked a little too tall for her, and although she had kept her legs perfectly together her skirt simply wasn't long enough to block my view when I decided to look. I gazed in and could make out a small bow on her panties. Continuing up I lingered on her breasts, then I looked her in the eyes while I adjusted my dick in my pants. She looked down watching what I was doing.
Her mouth opened, "I got new boobies!" she gushed, leaning forward, and I swear, shaking them at me.
"Ya like 'em, huh?" I asked, grinning roguishly. but I followed up quickly and deliberately, "I've never felt fake boobs..." I extended my hand, palm up, beckoning to her to take it. "C'mere." I pulled gently and she stood allowing herself to be pulled toward me. I found her other hand and guided her close. "New boobies." I said holding her gaze as my hands slid silently under her sweater at her hips, up her waist, then circling behind her undoing the clasp of her bra.
"This should be fun." I murmured as I felt her surprisingly taught stomach as she allowed me to push up her sweater and bra squeezing and admiring her new boobies. I kissed her left nipple and then her right, swirling my tongue, leaving them wet and glistening. Looking up, her face held in stunned rapture. I glanced out the door to the hall before catching her nipple in my teeth and tugging playfully. "I, think... everybody's gone."
Dropping my hands to her hips I pulled her into my face, kissing, biting and sucking her nipples. "Ya know this isn't the best vantage point." I said, pushing my chair back and admiring her wet nipples and flat stomach with her sweater and bra pushed up over her tits. She looked nervous at my withdrawal, and the blood drained from her face when we heard a noise out in the hall.
There was only one way out, and I had seen the only neighbor, who came in, leave.. "No one's comin', except the cleaning crew, around 7, and you want me to appreciate your new 'boobies,' doncha?" I added watching as she went from a terrified pale color to a crimson blush. I had no idea of what I was doing, but it felt right. "Take off your sweater and your bra, lemme get a look at you." I added with a bravado that even fooled me.
She stood there holding her things, topless. She was fit, my god was she fit. Glancing to her side, her distraction was incredibly alluring.
"Just drop 'em on the floor, it'll make the place look better." I added feeling my interest rise, as she looked back at me, squinting with fake indignation, but saying nothing as her clothes slipped from her fingers and piled on the carpet.
Small moments can last forever, and we were waiting, weighing the possibilities. She was stunning. The hair the necklace, her earrings, the multiple bracelets on one wrist, her flat tummy, and fake boobs, with delicious nipples shining with my spit. The little detail that remains etched in my memory, twenty years later, was how her hand opened, discarding her top and bra on the floor. As they slipped from her fingers with her french nails, it was evident she'd let go of all self doubt and reservations about what she was doing.
She looked down at me, with hunger, hope, and resolve. "Mmmm," I growled as I found the button of her skirt on her hip, unfastened it, and listened to the zipper roar as I dragged it down, followed shortly by her skirt bunching up at her feet. Her panties were wispy with a bow, on the front I'd seen while she'd been sitting. No more than strings on the sides, which I curled my fingers around enjoying her smooth skin as I whisked them down her thighs past her knees and down to her ankles. She steadied herself on my shoulder as she stepped out and I scooped up both items and tossed them onto the discard pile she'd begun.
"Aren't you a sight?" I exhaled, truly amazed. "Step back so I can get a better look at you." I added genuinely impressed with what she offered. "Sit back in the chair, I wanna watch you masturbate for me." I commanded, unzipping my fly.
She complied, sitting on the front edge of the chair. "... oh, no, no, no, nooo leave your shoes on, please, leave your shoes on. It's a good look! Put your left foot up on the chair, so I can see everything..." Which is when I saw the metal ring. One leg up, with the heel next to her and one down. Legs spread wide on the edge of the chair. Her left hand squeezing and massaging her new boobies and her right hand, sliding down. Middle finger moving over her clit, spreading her very wet labia around it, then disappearing under the palm of her hand, as her beautiful french nails slid into the stainless steel ring, tugging out gently, exposing the neck of the steel toy hidden away.
"That's an Njoy butt plug!" I demanded, wrestling my rapidly swelling cock balls above the waistband of my shorts and unzipped fly. I stroked my dick, while cupping my balls as she eyed my progress and slid her ring finger into the ring, forcing the swell of the plug to bulge out her pink pucker. "Oh fuck! That's hot." I added pushing against the upward curve of my fully engorged dick. "Didja do that for me?"
Talking directly to my unbelievably swollen gland at the tip of my circumcised dick, "It's medium. Uhn." inserting the two fingers that had been in the ring inside her vagina and mashing her clit and labia with the rest of her hand. "One and a quarter inches across the head," she groaned, "I think it's smaller than the plum you're abusing... oh! it's leaking precum. Lick it for me." She added throatily. "It makes me feel sexy, and I like the fullness... and showing it off... to you, but I did it for me."
Obedient and responsive pornography incarnate, now, inspired me to obey. I wiped up the clear bead of fluid and watched her watch me with a growing intensity that felt like psychic compulsion as my fingertip smeared the clear drop across my tongue, and asked, "Is that good for you?" The squishing, sloshing sounds and the clear strands of grool seeping faster as three fingers, then four, disappeared inside her distended vagina, plus the look of wild abandon, in her eyes as she fingered herself without inhibitions led me to believe she approved. Her new boobies bounced violently.
I was on my knees, devouring the nectar dripping from her stuffed cleft. Liberating her fingers from the fleshy folds, and worshipping her blossoming lips, wholey sucking all of her into my mouth and then running the tip of my tongue from below the ring on the butt plug, up, over her perineum separating her labia, and brushing her clit as the tip of my tongue raised her hood, then, down, mashing her with a flat wide tongue, grazing her clit as it forced the hood to cover nearly all but the tiny base, forcing her lips wide, then lower, as I searched as deeply as I could with my tongue, inside her cunt.
She responded so well. One leg over my shoulder pulling me in. Her hands in my hair, encouraging more pressure on her slit, while her arms squeezed her fabulous tits together. And she was loud. Profanities, moans, and grunts cascaded from her mouth, punctuated by whimpers and gasps, as I stretched her lips out, then held the longest part in my mouth, filled with spit and grool, as I brushed the most sensitive parts of her labia side to side. I stabbed her clit, sliding her hood up, with the hardened tip of my tongue, as I felt the wetness slide out my mouth knowing it was covering the curve of her cheeks and soaking the hole filled to capacity with the plug. I love eating pussy, and she tasted, not like honey, but more acidic, like ripe home grown tomatoes in July. It's tangy and thick, and pussy... I was worshipping it.
I looked up, meeting her wild eyes as I delicately licked up, just touching outer edges of her spread inner lips and flicking her hood up as I tapped at her clit. "Ohhuu ahhh that... feels soooo ooooooow, such a long tongue, ahhh I want it as far as you can cram it up my little pussy." Then, somehow she was standing on one foot with her leg draped over my shoulder trying to smother me, as she forced my head between her legs. I'm good at this, because it's something I love doing, plus she appreciated it and she was instructing me how to do it better. With the fervor of religion, plus adrenaline, I extending my tongue and searched for her cervix.
Then she was leaning back, holding herself up on the armrests of the chair, pushing her pelvis into my face, as I gave up on my cervical quest and tried to locate the patch just inside and up that can make some girls squirt. My dick was so hard, I could feel the head brushing against my white dress shirt as it throbbed achingly and was probably smearing precum on it and my tie. I reached around, grabbing an ass cheek and inadvertently the ring to the plug and squeezed with all my might as I applied more saliva to her gaping cunt.
The craziness of the moment sunk in and I pictured what somebody would see if they walked in. From behind I would look completely dressed, but she was naked, except her jewelry and shoes.
I was hot, she was on fire. I stood up and my dick bounced with each heartbeat. She grabbed it with authority and leaned forward and rubbed it against her cheek before taking the tip into her mouth. Looking up as her fingers delicately danced over my slick crown, she said, "I like your dick."
As intense as we were, that, was a nice touch. It made me feel really good and turned on in a different way. I knew, I wanted her to enjoy it. As eloquent as I can be, I was rendered nearly speechless, mustering, "I am throbbing so hard, I wanna fuck you right here."
It could have been more articulate and artful, but leaning against me she got both feet on the seat of the chair, wide apart and lowered herself so I could penetrate her and kiss her at the same time. My dick was so wet with her spit, I slipped in until I felt the bulb of the plug block my way. "Makes you feel full, does it?" I asked enjoying the extra pressure as I began to fuck past it. "How's it feel to be plugged in one hole and taking my cock in the other?"
