Gail worked in our main office as a temp when our human resources rep was on maternity leave. She was a cute redhead and very personable. Initially, she did nothing for me, but all it took was one particular article of clothing to get me to start envisioning her removing it. One day she wore this dress that I canât describe any better than as an extra-long t-shirt. It wasnât an oversized t-shirt, like a nightshirt, but more like a regular t-shirt with the hem down around her knees. This meant it was still nice and snug around all the important parts.
It was light blue with dark blue trim around the sleeves and collar. It was snug enough that I was certain that she was wearing a bra and panties that day, which added to its allure. I know for sure that I went out of my way that day to see Gail as many times as I could and probably came close to using the office rest room to relieve some of the pressure I felt building up. I think I managed to make it home that night before I relieved myself to visions of her both in and out of her t-shirt dress.
When our HR rep returned from maternity leave, Gail was pleased to secure a job in our small branch office about 160 miles away. She packed up and moved away before I ever got to see that dress again.
Have you ever heard anyone say, âThere are no coincidencesâ? Weâve all had those types of experiences. Here is mine â I had to do some work out of our branch office, so I drove up there early one morning and guess what Gail was wearing? Thatâs right, my favorite t-shirt dress. Unfortunately for me, the work I had to do out of that office was field work so I wasnât able to sit in the office and ogle her all day. I made sure I spent a good deal of time catching up with her before I headed to the field, giving myself plenty of opportunities to appreciate the fit of her dress.
Later that day, when I returned to the office, I was pleased to find Gail the only one still there. I not only had the opportunity to ogle her some more, but, since I was in town for the night, I even went as far as to invite her to dinner. To make the offer more enticing, I threw in that the company was paying for it. She accepted my invitation quicker than I had expected so we agreed to eat at the restaurant in the lobby of the hotel.
I headed over to the hotel to check in since she still had a few things to wrap up. I took one last look at her slightly plump ass in case for some reason she changed her clothes, then headed out the door anticipating a pleasant evening. I wasnât expecting anything more than enjoying her company while eating and having a few cocktails.
Gail called me from the lobby and, after meeting her there, we walked over to the restaurant. The restaurant also happened to be a brewpub, so in addition to a great meal, we also downed a few fresh-brewed beers. We had a really fun time, talking about so many different things, but I still wasnât feeling anything brewing between us.
Somehow we got to talking about my staying at the hotel, with Gail revealing that she had never even been in it before that night. I told her what a funky little place it was, having once been two different hotels that had been combined, somewhat haphazardly, into one. She seemed very interested in the quirky edifice, so I offered to take her through it once weâd finished at the restaurant.
Once Iâd put the check on the expense account, we headed upstairs and wandered the halls. Gail agreed that it was an interesting layout, with a few stairs here, a narrow hallway there, several different styles of architecture and interior decorating and a very old feel. Gail asked if the rooms were as quirky and, based on my experience, I told her not as much as the rest of the hotel. She asked if she could see mine and I replied that Iâd be happy to show it to her if I could remember how to get to it.
We wandered for a little while longer before I found the room I was staying in. At this point, I still wasnât getting a vibe that Gail was trying to finesse her way into my room for any ulterior purposes. We were just having a good time and that seemed to be enough.
My room wasnât anything special, though the furnishings werenât your typical mass-produced hotel fare. Gail went to the window, but it was too dark to really see which way it faced so I told her how nice the view would be in the morning with the sun rising. Little did I know at that point that sheâd be there to judge for herself. She turned from the window, almost catching me staring at her ass (I figured Iâd be thinking about her as I stroked off before falling asleep that night and was about 90% sure she was wearing bikini panties under that dress).
She hopped up on the bed and, kicking her shoes off, lay out on it, commenting that it was pretty comfortable. I kicked off my own shoes and told her to make room, taking her spot as she moved to the other side. We just lay there for a minute or two, then, as we turned to face each other, Gail asked, âYou wanna fool around?â
I replied, âSure.â
We moved toward each other, both lying on our sides, and brought our lips together. As we slipped our tongues into each otherâs mouths, our arms also went around each other, pulling ourselves closer together. It wasnât long before my hand slipped from her curvy hip around to grab her succulent ass. I rolled onto my back, pulling her on top of me and making sure she could feel the bulge in my jeans. With both hands on her ass, I pulled her against me and she responded by pushing her pelvis against my bulge, gently dry-humping me.
We rolled around like this for a while, sometimes with her on top, sometimes with me on top gently gyrating against her and sometimes side-by-side. My hands roamed from her ass, up and down her back and, finally, around to her big tits. I massaged her tits through her dress, feeling her hard nipples pressing out. Had she been wearing a shirt or a dress with buttons, I would have ventured in for more intimate access to her tits. With the dress she was wearing, though, the only access would be from the bottom up.
The more we rolled around, the more Gail let the hem of her dress ride up. It wasnât long before my hands on her ass were feeling the material of her panties rather than her dress. I went the next step and slipped my hand into her panties, feeling the smooth flesh of her ass against my palm. When Gail rolled onto her back but didnât pull me on top of her, I moved my hand from the back of her panties to the front.
Before slipping it in, I ran a couple fingers up and down the damp front, resulting in a moan and a little more passion in Gailâs kissing. I took this as encouragement to continue, so I slipped my hand under her waistband and through some closely cropped pubes to her slippery pussy. Gail stopped kissing me and instead moaned softly in my ear as I slid my finger up and down her slit and over her clit. I probed her slick pussy with first one finger, then two, before going back to stroking her clit. Glancing down her body, I noted her hard nipples pushing out the material of her dress, so I lowered my head in that direction.
Continuing to manually stimulate her pussy, I started sucking Gailâs nipples through both her dress and bra, leaving wet circles on each of them as I switched back and forth. I pulled her nipples with my lips which, combined with the air on the wet cloth, seemed to make them even harder. I moved down, slipping my hand free of her panties with the initial intention of pushing her dress up above her boobs so I could suck on her bare nipples while going back to fingering her.
Once I was kneeling between her legs and beginning to push up the hem of her skirt, I had a change of plan. I took the strings holding the front and back of her bikini panties together and pulled, sliding her panties down her legs as she raised her ass allowing me to do so.
As I let her panties drop, Gail pulled her knees up and spread her legs, revealing to me her pussy topped with very short red hair. I ran my hands along the smooth skin of her inner thighs as I leaned in closer. I darted out my tongue and licked up her slit, tasting her abundant nectar. Gail moaned and immediately grabbed the back of my head. I licked her a few more times while making myself comfortable.
Gail made it even more apparent that she was enjoying my attentions when I focused my tonguing on her clit and slipped a finger back into her slippery hole. While I licked and sucked her clit, I pumped my finger in and out of her, soon adding a second finger, much to her delight.
I felt Gailâs hand leave the back of my head but didnât look up to see why. I continued to lick and suck her clit while fingering her box as she writhed and moaned on the bed. When I eventually did look up, I noticed that her hands were busy kneading her fleshy tits and pulling on her nipples, though she hadnât bothered to venture up under her dress either. The expression on her face was pure rapture, which made me pleased that I could bring her so much pleasure. I redoubled my efforts, wondering if I could make her feel even better than she currently was, and as she immediately got louder, I suspected that I had succeeded.