Quick Bj 1

Her face was slightly red as she scanned the empty corridor. "I have something I wanna show you."

"In there?" He looked at the door to the supply closet.

Her cheeks reddened further. "M-hm."

In the year he'd known her, his awkward colleague had gone from a chubby plain-faced girl that he'd discarded as not his type, to absolutely adorable.

"Something I've been wanting to show you for a long time, actually". A mischievous smile flashed in her still reddening face.

Not that he had been sure he was really attracted to thin girls either, or indeed anybody. People were just a hassle and a mystery to him. Present company excepted, of course.

Perhaps they had had this in common and that was what had sparked the connection.

She pushed the door open an he followed her into the cramped space. Boxes of stationery stacked capriciously on shelves covering every inch of wall.

"Could you please close the door?"

The room faded to darkness as he backed up, pushing the door closed.

Eyes unused to the darkness, he could only make out her silhouette as she approached him, taking his hands into hers, placing them around her own neck.

"Is this OK? I'm not doing anything wrong am I?"

"No." His voice shuddered a with nervousness and anticipation. He gave a smile she couldn't see. "Nothing wrong."

He felt her soft body press against his. He had never been this close to her. Her soapy scent mixed with the warm smell of her skin was equal parts comforting and arousing.

After a quick kiss on his mouth, he felt her touch grazing against his chest and stomach as she knelt down in front of him.

"Is this..." He felt a slight tug on his zipper. "Is this OK, too?"

"Yes. " He swallowed, heart racing. "Please."

With a forcefulness belying her usual shyness, she firmly pushed him up against the door. "Now we'll have early warning." Her cheerful voice was still a little unsteady. "In case someone decides they need an early morning paper clip."

He felt himself harden as her fingers brushed against him. In response, she gave a nervous laugh. Then he felt the zipper pull down, her cold hand reaching inside, then the sudden warmth and wetness of her mouth as she slid down.

He drew a sharp breath. Her hands slid under his shirt to touch his chest, warming with the heat of his own body.

He listened to the wet sounds she was making, felt her tongue caressing him as her shape appeared by degrees in the light seeping in through the door.

She leaned back, taking him briefly out of her mouth, spitting out a strand of hair. Then, with an embarrassed smile, she pulled her shirt up, exposing her round belly and small breasts. In her kneeling position, her thighs filled out her jeans. His erection twitched visibly in response.

Smiling at his reaction, she hooked the shirt over her head, then leaned forward, grabbing his hips. She gently placed her wet tongue on his balls, slowly sliding up, sucking at the tip before taking him into her mouth again.

Suddenly self-conscious about what to do with his own arms (where had they been until now? He didn't even remember), he found himself flapping them at his side. The image of a penguin appeared unbidden in his mind, provoking a nervous chuckle from him, echoed by a muffled laugh from below.

He settled for placing his hands on her head, stroking her feathery short hair and her ears in rhythm with her own motions.

"Mmm. I like that." She only took him out of her mouth long enough to speak.

When he looked down on her, eyes now used to the half-light, he could clearly see her meeting his gaze.

Uncomfortable with the eye contact he instad focused Her ears as he stroked them. Her button nose. The small mole just above her left nipple. The shape of her lips on him.

His breathing grew increasingly unsteady, words coming out strained "I think I'm about to come."

In response, she quickened her pace, shyness seemingly abandoned, sometimes making cute coughing noises as she pushed herself down too far. He forced himself to look her in the eyes as he came, seeing a flash of wide-eyed surprise give way to a smile.

She kept him in her mouth while he grew slack, stroking her hair, ears and cheeks. Then she pulled herself off of him, leaving a thread of cum dangling between them.

She stood up to kiss him, hands closing behind his neck, body again soft against his, door firm against his back. He closed his eyes, feeling the texture of her short hair as he held the back of her head in response, his other hand resting on her back.

Lips pressed hard against his, soapy smell now mixed with cum and sweat. They stayed like that for a moment, then he felt her lips part. He opened his own mouth and their tongues met, hers salty with the thick cum in her mouth.

He felt himself going hard again.