Jim held Helen firmly by the hands and pulled her up from her chair until she was standing up in front of him. He lifted her arms above her head until she was stretching up so as not to have to get on her tip toes.
Her raised arms were pulling her shirt tight, and her breasts were pressing against the thin tshirt. Her excitement was plain to see as the outlines of her nipples were visible through the fabric. He looked down at her and smiled.
"It must be cold in here! Let me see if i can't warm you up."
Helen closed her eyes and tilted her head slightly, as he leaned forward and pressed his lips gently to hers. His lips were warm and soft, and she opened her mouth slightly as he gave her a long slow kiss. He ran his tongue teasingly over her lips and she returned the favor, entwining their tongues together.
His hands ran down the length of her arms and along her sides, brushing the fullness of her breast. Down they continued until he reached her waist and encircled her hips, pulling her closer to him. They kissed passionately for a minute or two, their heartbeats racing together. Helen could feel the renewed hardness pressing against her jeans. Grabbing the hem of her shirt, he began to slowly lift her shirt up, exposing her skin to the cool office air. Helen started to lower her arms...
"Ah Ah Ah!" he said with a smile. "Simon didn't say so."
She opened her eyes and looked at him.
"What if someone sees?" she asked looking around the office.
"We have well over an hour before anyone is here you said. And besides, you didn't seem worried about it a minute ago when you were sucking my cock." he said with a wink.
"Trust me" he said, and stepped out of his jeans to stand before her, only in his t-shirt, his cock standing at attention already.
He reached for her again, and pulled her arms up straight again, going back to her shirt, he again lifted it up her body, slowly revealing her lacy white bra until it was over her head. Her pale globes were nestled in the cups of her bra, the lace not quite covering the pink of her areolas. Her nipples were pointing straight out in the cold, and Jim leaned forward and put his mouth over one of them through the cotton. Helen made a small noise as she felt the heat of his breath and mouth on the cool skin of her breast.
He reached around her body and undid the clasp of her bra and it fell to the floor between them. Jim took a moment to admire her full breasts, her pink nipples standing at attention from the cold, but mostly from the attention he was giving them. He leaned forward again and touched the tip of her nib with his tongue, flicking it gently. He sucked her nipple fully into his mouth, his lips covering the textured skin of her areolas. Helen moaned louder this time and pushed her body towards him as he circled her nipple with his agile tongue. Gently biting and tugging at her flesh with his teeth he ran his fingertips up and down her back causing her to shiver with pleasure.
His hands ran along the waistband of her jeans, sliding between the fabric and her skin. He undid the top button of her jeans and pushed them down over her hips. They fell to her ankles, and Helen, no longer caring who saw, stepped out of them, standing completely naked in the middle of her office cube. She gave a tiny shiver as the cool breeze of the air conditioning raised goosebumps on her skin.
"My god you're beautiful," Jim said, his roving eyes taking in everything about her.
Her pale skin was flawless. Her smooth skin had faint tan lines from a summer spent in the back garden, framing her most intimate areas. Her breasts full and firm, with pink nipples. Wandering further down, he admired her toned body, with a tiny birthmark just above her navel.. She wasn't skinny like some women who starved themselves, but subtly muscled like a woman to liked to keep fit and wasn't afraid to eat either.
He admired her full hips and long legs. At her center he saw that she was completely shaved, her skin of her mound was silky smooth. Her lips were slightly parted, and he could see the darker pink of her innermost secrets.
"Hels, I do believe I'm the luckiest man alive." as he pulled her close.
The warmth of his skin against hers caused the chill of the room to disappear. Her nipples rubbed against his chest, sending small shivers up her spine. He ran his fingers up and down her spine, kissing her deeply. He reached down and cupped his hands underneath her bottom and straightened up, lifting her off the ground.
Helen immediately wrapped her legs around his waist as he walked towards the desk. She could feel his rock hard cock as she rested on it, her spread lips parting at the pressure. She wiggled her hips with a moan, trying to capture his elusive rod between them.
"Ah Ah.. Simon didn't say!" he said as he lifted her up higher, frustrating her efforts. "You're not nearly wet enough yet. It is my turn to have a taste of something yummy."
He lowered her gently to the cool surface of the desk, pushing her back so that she was laying across the top of it, her hips just at the edge. Reluctantly, she untangled her legs from his waist, letting him retreat.
He stepped back, he grabbed both of her ankles, and brought both of her feet together. He brought them up to his lips and placed a gentle kiss on the bottoms of her feet. The next kiss touched her Achilles heel, the kiss after that her calves. With each kiss he would lift her legs higher. When he had kissed his way down past her calves, he ran his tongue across the backs of her knees. Helen jerked as little shock waves from that surprisingly sensitive spot rippled through her body.
"Oh my god!" she thought as her body tingled, "I don't know how he knew to do that!"
