I arrived at work bright and early the next morning, I had barely slept and couldn't wait to get there. I thought I'd be the first person in, but the lights were already on.
"Hello," I called cheerily over the maze of cubicles, "Anybody here?"
No answer. I swung happily into my cube and dropped into my chair. I was logging into my system when Millie walked in quietly behind me. Her hands were on my shoulders and she pressed her heavy breasts against the back of my neck.
"Good morning, baby boy," she cooed, "How was your evening?"
"Funny you should ask," I said, rocking my shoulders slightly, digging myself deeper between her sweater-clad tits, "I had a great evening. I got a stapler and I got laid."
"Me, too," she giggled, her hands kneading my shoulders, "Imagine that."
I turned my chair to face her. Her low hung tits were at eye level and, as always, she was wearing a tight sweater and long skirt. I hugged her ass and felt the cool smooth material. I rubbed her butt curiously, there was something missing ...
"Not wearing any," she told me.
I hiked her skirt and cupped her wide, bare ass in my hands. The long skirt draped over my arms as I squeezed and pinched her firm butt. I rested my face against her protruding, round belly, her tits resting on my forehead.
Millie heard another early-bird arrive and quickly retreated to her cubicle. It was going to be a long day.
I found excuse after excuse to visit Millie's area and she never failed to give me a wink or a peek or even a pinch. My cock stayed semi-hard most of the day and my briefs were damp with excitement.
The sun was setting when the last co-worker finally drifted out. I thought they would never leave. I was excited, almost too excited, and I tried to look casual as I strolled to Millie's cube.
"Everybody gone?" she asked pleasantly.
"Yep," I said, again trying to be casual.
She pushed her chair back a bit and raised her skirt up revealing her bare legs and round belly. Her crotch was simply a dark patch, but I knew it was uncovered.
"Well then," she laughed, "Come on in! Come on down."
Casual left me as I crawled frantically under her skirt. She dropped the soft material on my head and spread her legs wide. I couldn't see anything, but I could certainly smell it -- musky and pungent, her scent filled my nostrils and I wanted to taste it.
With my hands on her fleshy thighs I leaned into her gap. My tongue explored her hairy bush, looking for her crease in the darkness. I found it and my tongue took a tentative dip. Millie was wet and warm and tasted sweet despite her musky aroma. I removed my tongue and nibbled and tugged on her dark lower lips. I bit at the roots of her short hairs, tugging some of them out playfully. I kissed and sucked at her inner thighs.
I ran my tongue along her upper leg, stopping at her knee. I started back in the other direction, passing my tongue roughly over her swelling clit before stopping again at her opposite knee.
