This is a lightly fictionalized account of a real encounter. Tracey, you were one heck of a girl...
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Tracey was a very naughty girl. We'd met at work. It started out with flirting in the coffee room, and that led to flirting over email. Tracey was a little shy at first - at 28, she was a little younger than me - but our exchanges slowly got hotter and hotter. And then I asked about fantasies. Fantasies about me, she asked? If you have them, I wrote back. Yes, she replied. But what should she write? What words should she use? I told her that she should use whatever words she felt comfortable with. It turned out that she was comfortable with naughty words. And that she had some naughty ideas for us.
She fantasized about "fucking" in the woods. She wanted to be naked outside. Her big breasts bare, and hanging free, her pussy wet. To be on her knees before me. To unzip my fly, open my belt, pull down my jeans. I was getting hard reading this email at my desk, thinking about those fabulous tits that I'd been imagining over the last weeks. Tracey wore tight sweaters, and I swear that sometimes I could see her nipples hardening when we were talking...
"I'll take your cock between my lips," she wrote, "Flick the tip with my tongue, slide my mouth over the shaft. I want to look up and see you looking down at me, your engorged cock sliding between my lips, my big breasts bouncing in time to the movements of my head." I had to take care that no one was reading over my shoulder, or could see my increasingly urgent erection. She knew that she'd like the taste of my cock, knew that she'd like taking my cum in her mouth, on her face, on her breasts.
Her fantasy finished with me cumming in her greedy mouth, streaks of cum dangling from her chin, dripping on her nipples. And she signed off asking what I'd do for her.
It was Friday afternoon, and I had started to type a reply, which saw me in between her spread legs, my tongue darting over her rapidly moistening pussy, when the tone sounded to indicate that I had a new message. And my cock stiffened some more when I saw it was from Tracey, and was entitled "In preparation...". I clicked to read it.
"I got so wet just now", she wrote, "writing to you, that I just had to come. I went into the restroom and rubbed my clit, while imagining that it was you down there, licking, licking, licking. I put my fingers in my cunt, and frigged myself. I tried to hold back a while, so I could enjoy the sensation, and then slid a finger in my ass."
Shit!
"I had to bite on my arm to stifle my moans. Imagining your tongue there! Was that naughty? I came all over my hand. And then, when I opened the cubicle door, Cindy from accounts was there, and she gave me the funniest look."
Cindy from accounts was a statuesque blonde, and the only woman in the office who could possibly have rivaled Tracey's tits for sheer scale. And this would have been a comparison I'd have been glad to make, but right then, I was more focused on another detail from Tracey's mail - imagining my tongue there! Tracey was a sexy, large breasted, round-assed woman, who was writing me dirty emails in which she detailed the ways she wanted to fuck me. All this was good, but if she was into rimming too...
My reply took shape quickly. There would be no question of my neglecting to moisten her pussy lips with my tongue and slide some urgent fingers between them, but I hadn't originally intended to mention my desire to turn her over onto her belly, part those fleshly buttocks, and run my flickering tongue over her other hole. Now, emboldened, I developed this theme extensively, imagining the subtle musk of her asshole, the darting forays of my mobile tongue, my circular motions, the tensing I would feel around the first finger, as her ass started to open... I told her that she'd been very naughty in the restroom, and that Cindy from accounts probably felt left out. And that next time she should leave the cubicle door ajar.
Her reply was short and to the point. She'd expect me at nine o'clock tonight, and that I shouldn't dress for dinner!
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I arrived at nine sharp, a bottle of wine under my arm, and a rock hard, anticipatory erection in my pants. Tracey lived on the second floor apartment of a converted house a couple of blocks from the ocean. I climbed the wooden staircase, and knocked at her door. After a brief pause, it opened, and there she was, in front of me, the office pant suit replaced by a floating robe affair which, while not flattering to her generous curves, added to the dreamlike quality of this rendez-vous.
She darted up on tiptoes to plant a brief kiss on my lips, and then took me by the hand and led me inside. Low lighting, subtle furnishings, wine glasses and soft, trippy electronic music, suggested a sophisticated evening ahead of us. The large pink dildo, lying on one of the sofa cushions pointed to more interesting activities.
"Oh! I hope you don't mind," said Tracey in mock embarrassment, "I got a little impatient for you to arrive!" Then she started to blush for real, "On my god, I can't believe I'm talking to you like this! Or those emails. You're a naughty man. You've been leading me on, these last weeks. It started out as fun, but somewhere along the way... How did you get me to write those things?" She bade me sit down and then sat close beside me, "It was so sexy, writing it all down!"
"It was really hot," I said, "I started to get an erection every time I saw I'd gotten mail. I didn't go as far as you though, in seeking relief!"
"Oh shit," she said, smiling broadly at me, her hand moving, seemingly spontaneously to my thigh, "I've never done anything like that before. Not at the office. But when I was there, in that bathroom stall, with my panties round my ankles, rubbing my clit, I've never felt so horny. It was so difficult not to scream out!"
"And did you really," I asked, blushing in turn, "put your finger..."
She giggled and turned even redder. "You really like that?" she said, "Licking there, I mean?"
"Your asshole, Tracey?"
"Yes, I mean, no one has ever... I didn't like to ask... But you seemed so..."
"Dirty?"
"Yes, no, I mean, you seemed like you..."
"Wouldn't be shocked? Frankly Tracey, I'm only shocked that no one has ever parted those fabulous buttocks of yours - I haven't seen them yet, but I imagine that they're extraordinary - hasn't ever parted them, and run his tongue there, around your little dark hole..." I leant down and kissed her. She received me open-mouthed, and we kissed passionately, our hands exploring each others bodies. "Imagine this tongue." I said, and then kissed her again, "Down there". And again.
"Oh god," she said, "You're a naughty man." She moaned a little as my hands roamed over the willowy fabric containing her large breasts, "And you're going to make me be so naughty!" She broke away from our embrace, and stood abruptly up, swaying a little, as if her legs were unsteady. Then, with a simple gesture, she loosened a bow at her shoulder and her gown fell to the floor. She was, as my hands had suspected, completely naked under the fabric, and I was staring at a fabulous pair of big, heavy breasts - easily double Ds, with large, erect nipples. Tracey's torso dwindled a little to her waist, and then curved out to a fine pair of hips, which were, I hoped, sheltering a ripe round ass. Her bush was a trim triangle atop strong but elegant thighs.
My eyes travelled back up her body to a big smile. "Wow!" I said, "You're fabulous!" I extended a hand and pulled her back to me. She settled down on my lap, careful not to crush my throbbing cock, which was straining to be released. We were kissing passionately now, her hands unbuttoning my shirt, mine roaming over her breasts, and down to her ass, cupping her big buttocks, squeezing them.
I had to release her buttocks in order to struggle out of my shirt, and Tracey took advantage of this to undo my belt and open my trousers. Once inside, and with a deft movement, she pulled my boxers down and released my erection, which sprang up into her waiting hand. "Oh shit," she said, "It's big!" My cock, at eight inches, isn't excessively long, but it is very thick and is, apparently, a satisfying handful.
I was out of my shirt now, and kicked off my pants and underwear, so that we were both completely naked. Tracey slid off the sofa, and knelt between my legs, her heavy tits swaying before her. She wiggled a little, to make them move some more, and smiled up at me. "Can I suck it?" she asked, "I like to use my mouth." I didn't have an opportunity to answer, as she licked her lips, ducked her head, and took my cock deep into her mouth. Her tongue licked the shaft as she drew her lips up and down my member, and she bobbed her head up and down several times before releasing it and looking up at me again. "I've been thinking about this for days," she said, "I'm a very oral sort of a girl." And with that she engulfed my cock again, sucking on it as she squeezed my balls with her hand. I lay back and closed my eyes, transported by the sensations of her mouth, and only opened them a couple of minutes later when she released me again.