Jamie slipped from the shower and stood in front of her full-length mirror, she began to towel off. Her 38DD breasts hung firmly from her lean frame and her. Her large nipples were erect and proudly. Her large areolas stood out in dark contrast to her alabaster skin. She dried the trimmed crimson hair above her pussy and her towel slid across her shaven lips briefly as it headed down her long legs. Today will be her last day at the law firm she has been clerking at while she finished her law degree at the local college. Next month she would start at a well-known law firm back in her hometown. "But today," she thought, "They will see a side of me they have never seen before."
She finished drying, sat at her vanity and began to prepare for the day. For years Jamie had been a model student, prim and proper. She never wore too much makeup, always wore conservative clothes, and always had a business like attitude. Today would be different; she put on makeup highlighting her eyes and cheekbones. Her lipstick was fire red to match her fingernails. The thin material of her cream silk blouse could not hide the darkness of her areolas or nipples as they poked out lewdly, still standing at attention. Jamie enjoyed the fact that her breast hung so nicely without a bra. She left her long fiery hair down instead of pulling it back as she usually does. She slid black thigh-high hose up her legs and clipped them to the garter belt. Her pussy was already growing moist in anticipation of the torrid day she had planned. She wore no panties today, figuring she would probably lose them anyway. She pulled on a dark blue skirt that she had bought specially for today. The skirt was much shorter than she had ever worn before; it barely reached the top of her nylons. Jamie slipped on her jacket for a little modesty, since you could see her nipples and areolas through her blouse, but she left the jacket unbuttoned. A pair of spiked high heels finished her look. Pausing to look in the full-length mirror by the door, she checked to see just how hot she looked. "They'll be horny all over the place," she said and headed out the door.
The rush-hour commute was the same as every other Friday, only today it seamed even more crowded. As she stood on the train, she was sure that those around her were pushing tighter to her than usual, trying to rub against her. As the train rumbled on, she felt the hardening cock of the man behind her growing against her ass. The more the train swayed back and forth the harder and longer the cock grew. As the train made more stops and more people got on the train she was pushed tighter to the cock behind her. It now rode in the crack of her ass and she was impressed with how big it felt. Since she was not wearing panties she could feel it quite well through just her skirt and his pants. Bodies were pressed tightly around her and she could not see the man behind. But the itsh in her pussy was growing more insistant.
Jamie, trying to be casual, began to rock her hips slowly causing her ass to move up and down his shaft. Pushing tighter to the cock she pinned it against the man's belly and slid up and down against his love muscle. Her juices were flowing from her pussy coating the insides of her thighs. She felt waves of pleasure ripple through her body as she dry humped this cock in a train full of people. Her nipples strained at her blouse betraying her state of arrousal.
As the cock began to quiver against her ass she speed up her motions. Anyone paying attention would have known what she was doing as she bobbed up and down, adding more distance to her each stroke. She wished that she could reach around to pull the cock out of his pants and slid it into her slippery hole, but the people were pushed together like sardines and she could not get her arms around her. "It would be so easy for him to lift up my skirt," she thought.
Her stop was coming up soon so she quickened her pace, hoping that the log between her ass checks would also cum soon. Responding as if on que, the man behind her let out a muffled groan and she felt his cock twitch and spasm against her ass. She smiled to herself knowing the mess she just created in his pants. The train reached her stop downtown and as many disembarked she slipped out of the train not looking back to see who the man was. "That's was probably the best start for his day," she said, "not bad for mine either".
As she walked the last few blocks to the office she could feel the air on her pussy lips. The excitement from the train had her clit poking past it's hood and the anticipation of the day only excited her more. The insides of her thighs were now covered in silky pussy juice. "I need to get my pussy filled," she thought, as she entered her office. She put her purse in her desk and hung her jacket on the back of her chair.
On the desk she saw her weeklyorder of supplies. The supply room must not have realized that she would not need them since it was her last day. Grabbing them she headed to the supply room. The door was opened and Greg was pulling supplies for other employees. Greg had been working for the law firm doing errands while he was in high school. Since his graduation last spring, he has been working full time while taking night courses in engineering. Greg had a hard young body and Jamie had often watched him when he would lift boxes, his muscles would bulge and send shivers through her.
"I won't be needing these," she said, startling Greg as she walked into the supply room.
"Oh, yeah," He answered, "Today your last day here." He could hardly keep from staring at her nipples through her blouse. A box of paper clips fell from the pile and opened as it hit the floor sending clips everywhere. He dropped to his knees to clean them up.
"I'm sorry," she said, "I should have been more careful."
"No problem," he replied as he looked up. The words almost didn't make it out of his mouth as he caught his breath at the sight before him. His eyes traced up her long legs from her high-heeled shoes all the way to the top of her nylons. He could see the clips of her garter belt under her skirt and some of the creamy flesh of her inner thighs. He continued picking up the paper clips with out breaking his gaze at her.
"You've never seen a pair of legs before?" she teased.
"I'm sorry," he replied, moving his eyes to the paper clips he was picking up. "I have never seen your legs like this before," he stammered, slightly flustered. "They are very beautiful," he added.
"Do you think so?" she asked teasingly. She lifted her leg and put her foot on the first shelf. Sliding her hands up thighs, raising her skirt slightly, she asked "Would you like a better look at them?"
Forgetting the paper clips, his eyes followed up her leg again. His breath became more rapid and his body trembled as he enjoyed the view. Words failed him. He could see much more of her inner thighs and his heart pounded in his chest. As he watched, she slowly turned and walked seductively toward the door. He took in all he could thinking that she was leaving. She stopped at the door, pushed it closed and locked it. Jamie walked slowly toward him, his gazed fixed on her breasts as the danced under her blouse.
"You've never seen these before, either?" she said lewdly, cupping her mounds in her hands.
He straightened up while still on his knees. Jamie noticed the bulge growing in the front of his pants. "Would you like to see these better, too?" she said. Jamie now stood in front of him, his face only inches from her, and began unbuttoning her blouse. She opened the blouse and pointed her glorious orbs at him. "What do you think of them?" she asked.
"They are magnificent," he said breathlessly, his hand moved slightly toward them as he wanted to reach up for those tantalizing mounds. She reached out, took his hands and led them slowly to her breasts. Greg began massaging the firm flesh in his palms, lost in the intensity of the moment. Jamie moaned as his strong hands began working on her. She leaned forward inviting him to suck on her erect nipples. His mouth opened to accept one of them and he began to suck gently on it. She reached behind his head pulling him into her breast. He continued working on her other breast with one hand while his other began to explore her legs. His hand caressed her thighs through her nylons.
The sweet smell of her nectar filled his nostrils as it flowed from her pussy. Greg switched breasts and sucked the other one with more enthusiasm. His hands, now working together, moved up under her skirt. They gently glided across her bare ass.
Jamie was on fire. Her legs began to tremble and waves of pleasure were shooting through her body. She leaned up against the shelves and lifted her skirt. He gently began kissing around her triangle and thighs. He could taste her flowing juices. Greg's tongue darted out to play with her love button. She moaned and pulled his head into the fire between her legs. "Yes", she whispered, "That's what I want." He concentrated on her pleasure knob as his hands again found her headlights.
Greg knew she was getting close to an orgasm. Her breath was rapid, her legs quivered and her hands held tightly to his head. Then it hit, her orgasm took over and she let out a scream. Her fingernails dug into the back of Greg's head. Her love juices flowed out like a river as his tongue lapped them up. He could hardly breath by the time she finished with her orgasm. She relaxed her grip and he gently kissed her lips before removing his head from her quivering pussy.
