It was a warm spring day, and I was driving around finishing up errands, when I realized I was in the neighborhood of a longtime friend. There had always been some built up sexual tension between us longing to have that one experience that would put us over the top. I figured since I was in the area, I would drop by for a little visit just to say hello.
I dropped by the front desk to ask for her, for it had been a long time since I had seen her in person. The receptionist made the page, and soon enough she came through the side door. She looked amazing with a smile to melt any mans heart, and make it race with sexual deviance. She was in great shape as always, and wearing a pretty sexy outfit by work standards. Her blondish hair flowing as her head turned to the side with a smile. "What a surprise it is seeing you here." We continued to chat while heading back to her office. We sat down in the office, and the small talk quieted as we began to reminisce about old times.
We use to chat on the phone on a regular basis, and one day I had heard a moan come from the other end of the line. Not a moved out of a bad position type of moan. More of a feeling good type of moan. It may have stemmed from the sexual conversation, which we were having. The most we have ever done was make out after a party when we first met. What a kisser! Very passionate and very exciting. The type that makes a cock rock-hard in a matter of seconds. I had asked her why she was moaning, and when I got an evasive answer, I asked something I have never ask someone before. I asked her where her hand was, and she said under the pillow. Not the answer I was expecting. Then I asked again. "Where is your other hand?" She said. "Where do you think it should be?" I swallowed hard, and told her that I think it should be in your panties." Needless to say that lead to my first phone sex experience. I'll save that story for another day.
As we talked about her first, and I believe only, lesbian experience, I began to notice her squirm in her chair. She was a very sexy blonde with a great figure. She had taken dance most of her life, and was in great shape. She was wearing a dark button down blouse with long sleeves and slacks to accent her muscular legs. I asked her to stand up for I knew she was in a sensual mood. "Did you like those photos I had sent you via email of my cock," I asked? She stood up, and said yes and that they had turned her on just at the site of seeing my cock for the first time. I asked her if she would like to see my cock in person? My cock had become stout, once I had noticed her squirming in her chair. She said she would love to see my cock up close. I was wearing blue jeans, and a casual collared shirt. I said, "You are a bad girl," and proceeded to unbuckle my pants and zip down my fly. I slowly reached into my pants, and pull my cock out from the binding of my boxers. She gasped at the site of it, and I could tell she didn't believe I would actually do such a thing. Especially in her work place.
I began to massage my cock in front of her, as she began to unconsciously rub her breasts and nipples through her blouse. I said, "You have very firm nipples" as she realized what she was doing. She innocently whispered, "thank you." I said, "I could use more stimulation if you know what I mean?" She just smiled, and slowly began to unbutton her blouse down to her waistline. She opened her shirt up, revealing a black lacey bra, as her nipples pushed their way through the fabric. She slowly slid her right hand into the cup of her bra as she searched for her hard nipples. She stood there squeezing her nipples, as her left hand rubbed the outside of her other breast. All the while, I was stroking my cock for her to see, and the possibility of someone walking in to view such a scene.
I said, "I don't think rubbing your breasts is going to do the job!" Not to be outdone, she reached for the zipper of her pants, and slowly began to open up the front of her pants revealing her matching black lacey panties. Mmmm, my cock was beginning to hurt with swollen passion. She turned around, slowly pulled her pants down, as they slipped from her muscular ass, revealing her black thong panties. She was bending over so far that the back of the shirt lifted up, so I could see the mound, which the panties were covering her pussy lips. She had been moist, as I could see plainly though her panties. She stood up and released the blouse from over her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. She subsequently let the loose straps of her bra drop to the sides of her arms.
