It was just so lovely to be naked with Danielle and she in that simply gorgeous business suit.
He crouched right down and reached out to touch the knees showing under the grey material of her skirt, he stroked, gently pulling them apart. Simmone complied moving her feet. He licked the inside of her left knee, and then slowly his tongue began a journey up her inner thigh, his head rising up inside her skirt. Daniel felt Simmone lean, to hold onto a worktop, as she opened her thighs wider allowing him access. His tongue travelled further.
He had always found the idea of kneeling under Simmone and burying his face in her sex exciting but the reality was with the bonus of being within her skirt, in the warm enclosed environment of the woollen material, the air around him damp and scented with Simmone. Her thighs spread wider allowing him full access as his questing tongue found moisture and then soft, soft skin surrounded by fine hairs. He lapped, head right back, face buried in Simmone's sex. It was a delight, so hot and so deliciously wet.
Below him he could feel his cock, all erect and straining and he could not resist letting his hand touch and lightly stroke. Simmone's thighs squeezed his head. Half his senses in almost overload: the other half unstimulated. Daniel could see nothing and with his ears tightly pressed by Simmone's thighs could hear nothing. The image of Wilf coming home unexpectedly came to mind. Wilf walking into the kitchen and seeing his Simmone, eyes perhaps shut, leaning for support against a worktop, blouse undone and a naked man, cock rigid and being stroked, half hidden up inside her skirt. What would he do? He would hardly just say, "Hello Simmone, having a nice time?" Not that Daniel would be able to hear that at all!
It was a disturbing image but exciting at the same time. What if Wilf was there now aleady and watching? Well, there was nothing Daniel could do for his work was clearly finding favour with Simmone, her thighs seemed to be getting tighter and tighter around his head and if anything there was more wetness than before. He swallowed - he was almost, no he was, drinking her! His tongue, having been twisting and turning in her vagin, was getting tired now. He could feel the little pea of her clitoris on his top lip - he tried tickling it just by moving his lip. That did the trick! He could feel the spasm of her orgasm, a shuddering of her body manually communicated to him through her thighs and sex what was happening.
Perhaps, above him, she was crying out, perhaps just moaning but he could hear and see nothing. He imagined Wilf watching her orgasm in disbelief and she turning to him, a rivulet of sweat running down her dear face, "Oh hallo Wilf, it's just my substitute. Some girls use a vibrator. I have Daniel. It's not an affair, an involvement - it is only for sex when you're not around."
But, wondered Daniel, was it just for sex on his own part - or perhaps hers?
The thighs relaxed, Daniel dropped his head to relax his stiff neck, and came out from under Simmone's skirt. Wilf, of course, was not there.
Simmone was looking down at Daniel giggling, "What a red..." she put her fingers to her lips, "wet face you've got Daniel!"
He stood, "Was that OK?"
"OK?" She kissed him, "Just look at my wetness all over your face and hair." Her hand stroked his face. "OK? That was fantastic I had to hold on or I would have fallen over."
She bent and her hand encircled his cock. "Shall I suck you dry and then get our dinner?" She didn't wait for his answer but was on her knees, grey skirt a little rucked up and jacket and blouse open displaying her breasts. Her mouth opened and took him in. Daniel stared down at his cock, half in, half out of Simmone's lips. The feel of her wet mouth, soft lips surrounding and her tongue sliding over the smooth dome of his cock was glorious.
The sight of his Simmone, virtually fully dressed – and smartly dressed at that, fellating him was marvellous, a real picture if only he dared use his camera phone but it was out of reach and she'd hear him use it anyway. Wouldn't it be great if she did this every morning when he arrived for work? Why didn't she? Because, of course, there was all the rest of the office present!
"Simmone, this is lovely, you suck so well but... could I... would you mind if I fucked you, sorry, I mean - what's a better word?"
She backed from his penis, "It's what it is! You can use the word intercourse if you like but remember no coming in me!"
She got up from her knees, "Well how do you want me? As the Actress... You call the shots. Fair's fair. I've come, now it's your turn." She paused, "Then it's dinner, then it's my turn! Yum." She laughed.
"Can I," said Daniel, "can I fuck you from behind as you bend over the sink. If you don't mind, that is?"
Simmone shrugged, "You men do like bottoms but remember no coming in me and, just in case it occurs to you, not in my arse either. Wilf tried that and I didn't like it."
Daniel hadn't been thinking of that but he said with a smile on his face, "So anal intercourse OK but I'm to pull out before I come."
"No, no" said Simmone, realising he was joking, "you keep out of my bottom altogether. That hurts and is a bit odd anyway."
She grasped the sink with her hands, bent her body, sticking her bottom out and turned her head to look at Daniel. "That OK?"
Simmone looked absolutely great to Daniel, but he wasn't going to be able to reach her unless she spread her legs more and he said so. Simmone shuffled her legs a little wider. His hands were almost trembling as he took hold of the material and pulled the grey skirt up and over her bottom so it was rucked around her waist. What a thing to be doing to his co-worker – exposing her bottom. Such a careful, methodical thing to do. Readying Simmone for his entrance. Her white smooth, actually a bit boyish bottom (though that was because of the slimness of the hips,) beckoned him. His penis twitched.
"Sorry Simmone, still too high for me, could you spread wider and move your feet back towards me."
"Are you really OK with this Daniel, you do want it this way? "Seems all these instructions are more like giving orders on parking a car than actually being at all erotic."
"No, no this is good for me, Simmone!"
And it was. He had fantasised about taking her doggy style, conscious of the difficulty of reaching her, given their disparity in height, but now he had his Simmone spread, accessible and available. He rested his hands on the twin cheeks of her bottom feeling their smoothness. He stroked.
In the harsh light of the kitchen lights he could very easily see her bottom hole - all wrinkled and tight. Daniel had not actually fantasised about anal intercourse but it occurred to him he might in future! He smiled to himself. With his machine he could make Simmone keener on the idea, slowly bring her round to the idea, suggest she try again with Wilf to please him, find she liked the experience after all. Really get inot it. Get her to confide in Daniel on progress and then, no doubt, he would be able to substitute. But certainly not this time.
Daniel's hands moved to Simmone's hips and he moved forward, his penis nosing into Simmone's wetness. He had her just at the right height for him and was able to carry on and push straight into her. Join his sex to hers.
There was no resistance - Simmone's recent orgasm had left her perfectly lubricated and ready to be penetrated. His tummy touched her bottom as his hands stroked her hips before moving on up to clasp her breasts. Daniel fondled for a minute or so, happy in the comfortable feeling of his embedded penis before commencing its travel. A gentle pull back with his hips and his penis was gliding; the head pulled back up the canal.
Glancing down Daniel watched the shaft reappearing. He paused with the head still within Simmone. This was good, really good but all sex with Simmone had been really good! He pushed again and watched the shaft disappear. Daniel did not hurry, he wished to prolong the sex, not hurry into orgasm. It was not as if he had to bring Simmone to orgasm or worry about her pleasure. This was more like masturbation - he could concentrate on himself and, with Simmone bent over, supporting herself on her hands, she was not an active participant, merely the passive provider of warm wetness and a body to play with. Woman as sex object!
But even the most passive sex object can get aching arms and Simmone found she was getting quite uncomfortable.
