Heather and Julia had been best friends since they were little. They'd grown up in the same small town and it was only natural to attend the same college. For practical reasons they lived at home and went to the local community college. They figured they could stay close and then transfer to a four year after completing their general education requirements and picking a major. Heather was seriously into architecture. She'd done historical respective on most of the original buildings in their town. She was always talking about Gaudy, Frank Lloyd Wright, or Louis Khan. The summer after graduating high school she'd done an internship with Julia's father at his firm. They'd become quite close, working on all sorts of projects late into the night. Little did Julia know that her father had started an affair with Heather.
They'd been working on the Tagliarini building project that included not only the re-design of the highway access downtown, but also a corporate park, complete with an outdoor art exhibit. It was a multi-million dollar project and all the details had to come together perfectly. Jim found that Heather was both spontaneously creative and extremely knowledgeable about architecture Heather's suggestions, though naive at some points brought back memories of when he first got into the business. Passion gleamed from behind her eyes, framed neatly amidst her curls of red hair. She wasn't bad to look at either. She dressed conservatively, mostly long skirts and suits. But every once in a while, during a long night session, she would take off her jacket, unbutton a couple of buttons and lean long over the drafting table. Jim would sit back and take in the sight of her eighteen-year-old figure, glittering against the skyline. He would sigh and discreetly shoo the growing snake in his pants threatening to give him away. He wondered what it would be like to turn her around, drink in her perfume her deeply, lock eyes and kiss her. His hands would follow his mind to her breasts, watching them bounce freely as he liberated them from her blouse, cupping and pinching in a symphonic frenzy of lust. Her parted legs would reveal a garter belt with stocking clips and several other thoughts causing Jim to almost fall out of his chair each time. Though he often dreamed about such an encounter he would never act on it. Professionalism was always something he promulgated in the office and cultivated as women rose within the business world. He had a daughter to think about going into similar circumstances.
Heather had other plans. She'd been around Julia's father for most of her life. He always kept himself in shape and had been comforting to her on more than several occasions. She grew to have a kind of crush on him. To her, he represented an ideal of masculinity that she didn't find in the men she'd dated. He was confident, forthright and respectful. He encouraged her and treated her as an equal. Opening up new areas of knowledge and moving her education from theory to practice. She loved his ass too. Once, Julia had shared with her what his penis looked like. She'd walked in on him in the shower and the two giggled at how large it was, like a monster in the mists of a swamp coming to get their virginity. Heather had secretly wanted to see it. For years she would sometimes drift, often between relationships to Mr. Witness' cock that would come in the night to satisfy her. Though she admitted it was a silly fantasy she held onto it as complete, a last resort of pure pleasure. She'd try and brush up against him, but he always kept a respectful distance. Many times she'd stretch out her body so he could see her and maybe excite him enough to make a comment. Sometimes she'd masturbate in the bathroom and then rub her scent on his paperwork, hoping to plant a subliminal seed. She finally couldn't wait any longer.
After a business dinner Heather asked Jim to stop by the office because she forgot some paperwork she had to finish. It was on their way back to her parent's house and the project was one of top priority. Heather had worn a black skirt, form fitting with a red sleeveless blouse and pearls. Jim tried to keep himself from smiling. He assumed Heather had a little too much red wine as she kept touching his arm and his thigh. Not that he was complaining as it left him a little hot under the collar. They entered the work room. Jim dropped himself into a tan leather chair. The day had been long and he really wanted a shower. He watched Heather walk around the room. He ass giggled slightly in the tight dress. The shake made him ache for her.
She searched several drawers in the room and turning to him said, "It's not here. There's one more set of drawers to look in." She walked over Jim and unzipped his pants. His thoughts were elsewhere and he sat back suddenly, reacting her brazenness. She took out his cock and gasped, it was at least seven inches flaccid. Overcoming her initial shock, Heather pushed aside her hair and pushed Jim's cock into her mouth. Jim gasped. Heather was still standing and he could straight down her shirt. Her lovely orbs threatening to strafe his cock, and was now disappearing into Heather's throat. She stroked it with her and gave sudden bursts of pumping that made Jim's heart race and his breathing go slightly irregular. All his fantasies were coming true. She nibbled on the head and took a long lick on each side. She pause again to marvel at the size of it and play catch and release with her spit as it ran down the sides. She pumped again and sucked at his balls. She'd been dreaming about this since she first started growing pubes. God he tasted good, she thought ad went back to sucking his shaft. She unbuttoned her blouse, unclasping her bra with ease. Her tits sprang from their cage and before Jim could gasp they were around his dick. Heather squatted and slid his dick gently between her tits. Slow at first and then after spitting some more, faster and faster. Then she stopped to smack the head against her nipples which were getting harder and harder.
"Ya like that, Mr. Witness?" she asked.
It was the first time she'd acknowledged him since this whole scene started. He nodded wordlessly, completely agreeable to being in the hands of Fate and ready to take whatever came next. He was rock hard and sliding between Heather's tits again. It was like being inside a perfectly velvet pussy. Not wanting to cum, he stroked her cheek. She looked up at him and smiled. She got up and climbed up onto the chair. She knelt on his knees and leaned forward over him. Reaching back she grabbed his cock and positioned it against her pussy lips. She kissed him and sat back, impaling herself completely on his pillar of stone. She cried out and a small deluge of fluid rushed down her thighs. It was to be the first of many. Jim was feeling an unimaginable satisfaction. He grabbed onto Heather's and pressed it down, harder and harder onto his cock. Her bouncing breasts hovered in front of him. He grabbed a nipple and tugged. She let out a yelp and kept riding him, her hands clenched around the leather. She ground her hips in him and started riding wildly, a growl rising in her throat. Jim could feel an explosion rising in his balls. His mouth was open, his brow knitted and he was taking giant breaths.
"Are you going to cum, my sweet?" Heather asked with a wild look in her eye. She stroked his jaw line with one painted fingernail and jumped harder. He nodded absently. "Tell me when," she cooed. He smirked at her.
"N-yao!" He managed to say a split second before all his cum escaped his body.
Heather was ready. She dismounted his cock and sat on his knees, just in front of it. He hand jerked it wildly, her breasts perched just above its head. He gripped the chair, pushing himself up. Jim's cum sprayed everywhere and gathered mostly on Heather's giant mounds. Rivulets traveled to her nipples and dripped off. He was still gasping at both the sight and his orgasm. There say Heather, disheveled, friend of his daughter and object of distance persistent desire, now covered in his cum. She licked his dick clean, then her breasts, sucking on them gently.
"I'm glad I looked in there," Heather said.
"Me too." Said Jim.
They smiled at each other and held the moment.
"Can I drive you home?" asked Jim.
