"You'll have to wait an see, OK? Can I see you after work?"
We agreed to meet in the car park – I had plans of taking my very own little picturesque souvenir!
I was sat at my desk in the empty office and lifted my skirt and took a number of pictures with my cell phone, experimenting with positions and angles to get a picture with which I was satisfied. I selected two or three and deleted the rest and sent one off. During this picture taking session, I received his second photograph – he was nude and his dick was plain to see in the close-up photograph. It was not fully erect but I was delighted and I wanted to be close to it, to feel it. I sent him two close-up pictures of me in my panties sat at my desk in the office.
As we had arranged, we met at the car park and compared pictures and revealed what each would like to see. Of course we kissed and cuddled too and it was not long before I was reaching for his dick – I wanted it, I wanted to kiss it and make him come. He took a couple of pictures of me giving him head, the quality of which left something to be desired in the cramped confines of the car. But I was pleased and he sent them to me. From then onwards we exchanged pictures once a day each trying to take pictures in keeping with each other's requests. He would copy the pictures I'd send to him and he'd send them back to me by e-mail as well as sending his photographs again so that I could store them in my private memory space. We became more and more adventurous with our photos particularly when we missed seeing each other in the mornings.
I had been introduced into this clandestine activity by my lover and I was certainly turned on and aroused. I looked forward to his pictures and I know he felt the same – it pleased me that I was pleasing him – I was excited by this new experience and the exposure I was getting courtesy of this man to some lovely and exciting sexual stimuli. It was something I had never dreamed possible and they had become a source of many of my imaginings when I was alone in my bed at night.
Where could we explore each other's bodies in a more intimate setting? I was beginning to get frustrated at not being able to find more intimate times to spend with him and being admittedly somewhat naïve to this situation and not knowing anywhere else, I suggested he visit my office one Saturday lunchtime, when I would be alone. He agreed and I made what preparation I could and as the time approached I was getting more and more excited. I wore a pair of small sexy panties, the ones that I knew he liked which just covered my smooth pussy. I was wearing a skirt and blouse when I greeted him at the office door. As soon as the door closed and privacy was assured, we were in each other's arms embracing passionately. We held each other tight and as our bodies pressed against each other, I could feel his excitement pressing against my pussy. Our tongues wrestled and he smelt gorgeous. I ran my hands up and down his back and started to un-tuck his shirt – I wanted to feel the bare skin of his back – it was smooth and not too muscular. Our lips parted a little breathlessly and I led him to the back office and neither of us could keep our hands off each other as I offered him a light drink. I sat on his lap awhile and I have forgotten what we talked about but all I do remember was that it didn't last long.
He stroked my thigh with his hand sliding it up until he almost touched my panties – it felt so good, I wanted him to touch them. I had unbuttoned his shirt and was stroking his chest, searching out his nipples and loving every minute of his kisses and of caressing my thighs and back. I was hot for him; I spread my thighs encouraging him to feel my panties and my pussy which was wet with excitement. I fumbled with his belt and together we managed to remove his jeans and tossed them and his underpants to the chair. He stood there right in front of me, still wearing his unbuttoned cotton shirt with his stiff dick peeping from under it as we helped me step from my skirt. He dropped to his knees and caressed my thighs and pressed his mouth to my panties as I stood there enjoying this abandonment. His tongue played with my panties and pussy; his hands caressing my thighs. I pressed his head hard into my pussy and leaned back against the small conference table. I shifted back further on the cool table until I could lay down and spread my legs as wide as I could. I loved what this man was doing; he gently removed my panties from one leg and devoured my pussy. I could feel the warmth of his breath as his mouth closed around my smooth pussy; I could feel his tongue playing with my labia, then searching deeper, sucking and teasing, licking and withdrawing. I wanted this to go on forever. I felt myself climax and still he licked and probed, caressed and kissed and I was enjoying every minute of it. I came again and again, small ones this time but it was a divine feeling having him paying me so much attention in this way.
Then, slowly he got up and started to kiss my body up towards my navel then my stomach; he reached for my breasts and caressed them. I had unbuttoned by blouse but not yet removed my bra. I held his head in my hands, keeping it close to my body as he released by bra and began to kiss my now hardened nipples. He played with my nipples with his lips and then our lips met. His face was still a little wet but his tongue reached deep within my mouth – I was imagining the feeling of that same tongue with my pussy and I wanted more. We broke momentarily as he placed his dick against my wet pussy - it felt warm and firm as he pressed it hard against my lips. I wanted him, I wanted him inside me, I wanted him inside me now! He writhed his body allowing me to feel his dick against me all the time as he kissed and fondled my breasts. Was he teasing me? Gradually he slipped down only to cover my pussy with his mouth and suck, allowing is tongue to play with my pussy lips and clit. I could feel that the table was wet with my juices and just then I felt his finger enter my dripping pussy, then two fingers; they reached in and started to gently excite me from within, his tongue and lips still working my clit. I came again and again – this was more that I had expected. I just lay back and enjoyed every minute – my eyes closed and my hands caressing my breasts. I wanted to feel him inside of me and I wanted to satisfy him.
I felt his fingers slip from my pussy and with a long passionate kiss to my spent pussy he stood up, and with his hands spread my pussy wide open and I felt his dick slide easily within me. It felt big as it reached in deeper. Slowly, at first, he thrust his dick, in and out, in and out. I tried to squeeze to hold him tight with my lips but I felt a little weak, or perhaps I was too wet. Alas, it wasn't long before he came. A few sudden thrusts and I knew it would soon be over for him. He held my straightened legs against him, hugging my knees with my ankles either side of his neck. He held still, eyes closed. I could feel his dick soften before it slid out. He bent over between my legs and planted a kiss on each nipple before resting his head on my shoulder. I hugged him tightly. This was going to be a lunch hour that I would not forget in a hurry.
Minutes passed before anything was said. We were simply enjoying the moment. This was the first time I had made love outside the walls of my bedroom and, with this man, it felt exceedingly good. He had already introduced me to a number of first-times for me and I wondered what else was in store. I was still young enough to enjoy and what a feeling I had! I didn't want it to end and I looked to my next exposure to another little sexual first.
