I was glad the week was finally winding down and Friday had arrived. I hate Monday holidays like we had this week with Labor Day. That means I just have to put 5 days worth of work into 4 days.
Everyone else had gone home at 4:30 like they always do except the company admin assistant, Sharon. When she first came here two years ago I was pleasantly surprised at how intelligent this lady was. Pretty and smart. I know, I know, this is one of those "Wishful thinking" guy fantasy things that men have about their co-workers. But this is a little different.
It is now about 6 p.m. Friday and I am writing down this afternoons events so I don't have to depend on my memory later. I am sure I will be pinching myself later and asking myself, "Did it really happen that way?" The mix of her perfume and sex still lingers in my office.
I will probably be thinking too fast and get too excited later so let me tell you how she looks now. At 5 feet 6 inches she is all woman. Her face is very pretty, not too round, not too square. Her deep hazel colored eyes will draw you in first. She has a perfect nose and a sweet smile. I don't think I have ever seen her when she was not wearing bright red lipstick. I wish I had a dollar for everytime she was trying to tell me something. Her words were usually lost on me while I imagine my cock sliding between those delicious red lips. For a woman in her later thirties, her long bleached blond hair seems very natural.
Sharon's slender waist abruptly comes to an end where it meets her hips. She is the epitome of the hour-glass figure. Many occasions she wears a brightly colored stretchy skirt that clings to her body. Every man in the building has made it a point to stop and watch her walk away. About a year a ago I passed her in the hall as she was talking to the warehouse foreman. As I passed behind her I pressed my hand against her ass to gently push her aside. Just for a brief moment my fingers enjoyed the firmness of her ass. I think it is her mommy hips that drive me insane.
For a shorter woman she has nice legs with full thighs. Not fat, but full. And thankfully she does not have cankles like some women, including my wife. About three times a year my wife lets me do her doggy style. I always close my eyes and imagine pulling Sharon's ass against me with my hands on her mommy hips.
Don't worry I didn't forget her breasts. That is what started all this. No, actually what started all this today was those bright red finger nails. Occasionally she wears a low cut shirt. Today, like most days, she wore a wrap around, cross over type shirt that cris-crosses her breasts, clinging to her 36-D breasts like hungry paint. Ever the professional, she is a good employee and stays focused on work. But it's those breasts. Tits. Jugs. Hooters. Let me tell you about those tits. Full. Firm. Perky. Natural.
I can usually see the outline of her bra as I am checking her out every morning. I found out about hour ago why it looks like she never wears a bra, even though her bra strap is visible under the super thin material of her shirt.
Sharon love to make her breasts the center of attention. It is out of sync with how she acts and normally looks. But that is the way it is. She purposefully lets me admire her cleavage. She "forgets" to button her blouse or leans over a little too far when showing me a report.
Last Thursday I got an email from an unknown address. When I opened it there were two pictures attached of some very nice breasts. No name. No recognizable address. No text. Just tits. Who sent me this email? I left early that day to go fishing for the weekend and by the time Tuesday rolled around this week I immediately re-opened the email as soon as I got to work. Then it hit me like an artic blast of air in my face. I don't why I just didn't notice last week. This side view of some very nice full breasts were being cupped by the senders hands. The background was a plain white wall. The engorged breast were nice and you could see a few blue veins running just under the pale white skin, circling the pink areola and erect nipples. This was a well made photograph. WHAM. OH MY GOD. It just couldn't be. Why hadn't I noticed before? Bright. Red. Long. Fingernails.
I realized my heart was racing. It couldn't be, could it? Surly not. But maybe... Zooming in on the picture is when I noticed two small brown freckles, side by side on the left hand index finger. No way. There is just no way. Closing the file, I rolled my chair back from my desk. Well I had to know for sure. Probably wasn't but I decided to check anyway.
Grabbing the last production report I walked into Sharon's office. Her back was to me as she typed. She is used to me looking over her shoulder. She knows I hope to steal a quick view of her sweet valley. Two, side by side. Two freckles side by side on her index finger, just like in the picture. I studied their exact size and location in relation to her knuckle.
Back in my office I opened the email. She did it. She actually did it. The two freckles, while small, were a dead give away. Sharon actually emailed my pictures of her tits.
"Sharon, can you come in here?" I said to her on the phone.
My heart raced as she came into my office. I am always asking her to help me with the computer. "Hey, do you know how to attach pictures in Yahoo?"
"Oh, yeah, I attach files to send all the time," she replied, leaning over my desk to show me how.
As she was clicking around on the web page I asked her, "How do you find out who sent something from Yahoo?"
"Just open the email and it will have their name at the top. Which one?" she asked, pointing to the emails in my inbox with the mouse.
"The one from Blue2222."
Click. Whirlwind. Heartpounding. Red face. Her breasts filled the screen at a life size resolution. "Do you know who sent this?"
"NO. You don't think I sent this do you!?" her voice trembling as she answered.
"Craig, I'm not going to tell you that I sent this." Her face was as red as the lipstick.
Her hand still on the mouse I reached over and took her by the wrist and lifted her hand towards the screen. "Notice the two freckles?"
She just looked at me, her eyes darting from side to side. "Well... uh.. I, er.. I didn't send them.". "I'm not saying it is me."
"Well I want to see." I waited for a response but she just looked at me. "I want to see the real thing."
Sharon just nodded, not speaking.
"I want to see."
She just tilted her head to side, shrugging her shoulder, as if saying, "Ok."
Turning my chair, she was in between me and the desk now. I put my hands on her hips and slid up those roller coaster curves, edging my fingers under bottom of her shirt. Her hands moved back to the edge of the desk.
As I pushed the thin shirt higher and higher my finger slid past the elastic waist band of her skirt and onto her bare soft skin. Touching the underside of her bra, I kept pushing the shirt upwards. The tight clingy material suddenly shot up above her breasts exposing the most perfectly shaped tits I had ever seen. One year. Two Years. Like the last piece of a puzzle it made sense why it always looked like she was braless yet you could tell she was wearing a bra. The under wire bra was a light grey in color. The cups were a micro-thin fabric that was completely transparent. Without the shirt, the bra material was so thin that it was if it was painted on.
I turned my face to let those wonderful breasts glide across my cheek. Sharon leaned further back on my desk and then sat on it. She reached behind and unclasped the bra.
With only the sound of our erratic breathing I took her nipple in my mouth. Her head titled back with pleasure. As if someone else were doing it, my hand was opening my pants and fondling my cock. I was perfectly content stroking my self while enjoying her breasts. Having been married for 24 years it seemed like an eternity since I sucked on another pair of tits besides my wifes. Her nipples were so sensitive and she flinched each time I switched from one breast to the other.
My wife and I only have sex about once a month and it had been about five weeks since the last time. For a man of 52 years old I still get pretty turned on and hard. I rolled my tongue round and round on her nipples. I realized her hand was reaching down to see what I was doing. She was not able to reach my cock from the way she was sitting. She pushed me back so she could see me stroking.
"Do you want to watch Sharon?"
"Yes. I love to watch guys jacking off."
I stood so she could get a better view. We were each tweaking one of nipples.
Slowly Sharon lay back on my desk. With her eyes closed she played with her own tits. She could hear me jacking off.
Her high-heeled shoes still rested on the arms of my chair.
"I have jacked of many times thinking about you. Sometimes when I have sex with my wife I think only of you." "Have ever thought about me Sharon?"
"Yes, I had a dream one night that you were playing with my boobs."
Placing my hand under her skirt I pressed the palm of my hand against her mound. She pushed it away. I used my finger to pull at the crotch of her pantyhose. The crotch was pulled out away from her pussy. She didn't get the hint to take them off or just didn't want to. Using one hand as a distraction, I pressed against her pussy mound several times. Taking the scissors from the top of my desk I clipped three times along the crotch of the pantyhose as I pressed against her mound.
The stretchy material spread open quickly exposing her hairy pussy. Even through all hair I could see the biggest, most stretched out labia I had had ever seen. I didn't touch her though. I really didn't know what or where we were going with this anyway. I was just grateful to get personal pleasure of her breasts.
I sat down in my chair and kept jacking off with a perfect view of her pussy. Sharon slipped off one shoe and started rubbing my dick as I jacked off. Her small, pretty feet were accentuated with the same blinding red lipstick on her fingernails.
As I jacked off I could see the moisture collecting on her pussy. She was getting so wet. Although neither of us had touched it, Sharon's pussy gaped open, exposing the pink flesh deep inside her pussy.
"Are you thinking about my tits Craig?" she whispered, not even opening her eyes.
"Oh yeah, I sure am".
