I pop into the office for one last look around before I go. I've still 4 hours to kill before I have to be at the airport. 2 weeks holiday in Europe with Barry. God I hope he doesn't turn out to be too weird. I need the time away from work and most especially from my cheating bastard of a lover. Let's be exclusive he says and I managed for one whole month with just my range of vibrators and the occasional dirty story from Barry. Then what do I find? He's been fucking some chick that's with him on his business trip from DAY ONE. In fact he had her sucking him off when we were supposed to be having telephone sex. If he hadn't two-timed her as well and pissed her off so much that she told me then I still wouldn't be any the wiser. In fact I would have seriously considered moving in and maybe even the big M.
I try to push these thoughts from my head. Ignore the bastard. Focus on the holiday.
The office is supposed to be closed on the weekend but there are often the odd one or two in finishing off a project. I see a light on in Bill's office and go past as quietly as I can. He's ok and quite good looking but too nerdy for me and he can talk for hours.
I go into my office, check the messages and brace myself for the e-mails. I shouldn't be looking in case there's some fuck up and I have to take some work with me. I sigh with relief. No catastrophes. I can leave with a clear conscience.
There is a knock on my door. Please don't let it be Bill. "Come in." It's Shamima, a lovely young Muslim girl, from Morocco I think, working on some kind of exchange. "I'm just on my way out but what can I do for you?"
"Sorry to trouble you Arlene. I've had a wardrobe malfunction. Have you got a needle and cotton perhaps?" She walks into my office and I can see she's ripped part of the waistband of her wrap around skirt. "I managed to catch it on a drawer'" She smiled ruefully.
"Yes, I've got. Close the door and come over here." I fish the needle and cotton out of the drawer. "Take the skirt off and give it to me."
"Do I have to?" She's clearly very shy.
"Only if you want me to help? You could always take the cotton with you."
"No, I can't sew to save my life. I'll be here all night." She takes the skirt off and hands it to me. She has on a red lace thong and I have the distinct impression that she wants to cover herself. I'm getting a little turned on by her shyness and the view I have of her lovely plump ass cheeks. As she turns I see a tattoo on her left butt of a butterfly emerging from a chrysalis.
"That's a beautiful tattoo." She turns bright red when she realises I'm looking at her butt. "Why that design?" I'm busy sewing while I talk.
"I had it done when I came to America. It's to signify me leaving my loving but very conservative parents and emerging as a person in my own right." "That's great. The artwork is excellent. I've had a couple done myself but the colouring and shading particularly here are excellent." As I say that I gently trace my finger nail over a part of the tat to indicate the area I mean. I leave my nail there a few seconds longer than necessary but she doesn't pull away.
"Do you have any others?" I look into her eyes and lick my lips holding her attention. There's definitely a connection building. I'm getting a bit wet and tingly. She seems hesitant. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours?"
She giggles. "Ok then. You first."
I stand up and undo the buttons on my blouse. I pull it back to expose a tattoo on my shoulder written in Hindi script. "It says we fuck to live and live to fuck." She laughs. I take my skirt off and show her the one next to my navel. It's a Gemini type picture. "It symbolises the two sides of my sexuality."
"It's very nice." She says and touches it with her finger tip. It slides down to my silk panties. "These are nice too. Were they expensive?" She pinches the material at the side between her fingers. Part of her hand is resting on my hip, casually but like a nervous animal ready to run at the slightest provocation.
"Not too bad. I'll get you a pair from Europe if you like?" She looks up and smiles. "The last one is here." I pull my bra strap down so the cup barely covers my nipples, which are getting harder by the second. The tat shows a small pair of lips pouting. "I like my lovers to kiss all my lips." I say with a slight smile acknowledging the innuendo. I adjust my shoulder slightly and pretend not to notice that my right nipple is now exposed and clearly hard like a pencil eraser. "Your turn."
She's facing me and staring openly at my tits. I think I can hear her breathing going faster. She takes a few seconds and then snaps back into focus. "Well," she says coyly "My other tattoo is here." I follow her fingers down to the hem of her panties and one side down almost to the top of her pussy lips. There is a small bright red cherry on the right of her groin. She's pulled the panties down much too far just to show me the tat. I can see a small area of hair but otherwise she appears to be shaved. I kneel down to have a closer look. In that position she has a great view of my tits and I have a great view of part of her pussy.
"Is there any meaning attached to this one?" She giggles again.
"I told my mother that I wouldn't lose my cherry until I got married. This is my cherry which I'll have removed when I marry. That way I can be truthful to her when she asks."
"It's such a bright red, and so plump and juicy. I need a bite." I lean forward and ever so gently grip the cherry between my teeth. She shudders but says nothing. I move my hands around to grasp her butt cheeks and start to dig my nails in. There is a soft moan. I glance up and she has her eyes closed and mouth open.
I suck on the cherry harder and knead her butt. I run my tongue over the exposed area of her pussy and then hook her panties with my thumbs and start to pull them down with my lips following close behind.
