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I dusted off a story I wrote years ago and tried to spruce it up. Constrictive criticism is welcomed.
Be warned this is a slow burn with perhaps little payoff. It’s mostly backstory, anticipation, and plays out in as realistic a way as efficient…which isn’t at all times the sexiest I suppose.
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When they moved my team into a new location in the building, it didn’t take long for Liz and I to become friends. Married with an infant nearly the same age as my 2nd child, we had plenty to talk about. Sleep cycles, tummy time, funny kid things, annoying kid things, diapers. Her personality is bubbly I would say, definitely a slow to anger type individual who, although we may complain nonstop, she’s still smiling and laughing.
Liz has a medical condition which forces her into an extremely healthy diet. Because of this diet she is petite, with minimal curves. Still, she has gorgeous golden shoulder length hair, pale to fair skin, and a wonderful easy smile.
She wanted to get out of her maternity clothes and was maybe rushing back into her regular clothes but thanks to being a new mother she was filling out her clothes a little more than usual. Mind you she was easily an A cup.
My favorite days are when Liz wears this lovely yellow dress. It’s not a sundress, but it’s a very gorgeous color and fits her extremely well with an accentuated waist, shin high length, and just the barest hit of cleavage if she leans over. It’s probably the tightest dress she owns but is still very sensible and classy.
All that said, I simply can not get the idea out of my mind that with her insanely healthy diet of fruits, vegetables, no dairy, and practically no meat that she must taste absolutely amazing. I remember reading somewhere that certain foods make the flavor of certain bodily fluids taste bitter and salty. But a healthy diet can make things much more palatable. I often fantasized about hiding under Liz’s desk while she wore that dress and finding out. Little did I know the fates were conspiring…
Being in the same work group meant Liz and I attended a lot of meetings together. On one particular day we were in a meeting that was scheduled to go from 11am to Noon. You know, the time slot when everyone is hangry? I was not looking forward to this.
I was the first to arrive to the conference room and selected a chair in the middle of the table. Other folks began to file in, the sound of the door opening and their shoes tapping the hard floor filling the room. I said the usual pleasantries as they took their seats.
Last to arrive was Liz and my heart skipped a beat when I noticed it was a yellow-dress-day. I made a mental not to at least attempt to pay attention to the meeting as she sat down directly across from me beaming her wonderful smile and asking about the latest baby gossip.
Soon the meeting was called to order. I quickly realized this was gonna be one of those meetings where my attendance was pointless. Another notch on my “I survived a meeting that could have been an email” award. However Liz was nearly the center of attention which was fine by me, gave me an excuse to stare at her. Watching her smile come and go as she eloquently described elaborate topics in easy to digest details. I didn’t realize I was getting turned on by her features and display of prowess in her field until I found my eyes drifting to her chest as she leaded forward to talk to someone at the far end of the table on the same side as her. As soon as I started fantasizing about what she’d look like naked I snapped out of it and started telling myself to pay attention!
My brain played tug-of-war with my cock for the rest of the meeting. Neither opponent wanting to give up the lions distribute of blood it needed to operate fully. Of course in the end the lizard brain won out and as all the blood headed south for the winter, I settled in for the long haul as I prayed no one decided to ask me a question because I hadn’t been paying attention to anything but Liz for the last 5 minutes or more.
As the meeting ended and everyone began to leave, I had a compelling reason to sit tight for a minute and try to let the throbbing in my pants subside. I noticed that Liz was staying as she had opened her laptop and started typing. I followed suit.
Liz glanced my way, and with a half smile said, “You doing alright? You seemed a little zoned out there…was it another crappy sleep night for Opal?”.
“No, no Opal’s actually sleeping great this week! Probably part of her diabolical plan to completely wreck her sleep pattern next week. Nah I just realized I wasn’t needed in the meeting and checked out mentally. Hopefully the others weren’t as observant as you!” I retorted with a chuckle.
I felt awkward just us two in the room so I casually said “I figured I’d stay here a bit until lunch so I could get some work done. I know as soon as I walk back to my desk someone’s going to ambush me with questions. It’s easier to stay here and get uninterrupted work done since my schedule says I’m busy.” It’s absolutely not because I’m hard as a metal pole under this table and don’t think I can stand up without you noticing.
She agreed with my reasoning and we continue idle chitchat while both working on our laptops.
I suppose because it was soon to be lunchtime, we ended up on the topic of diets and foods. We had talked about her particular diet before, but today…due to the current lack of blood flow to my brain, I apparently felt less inhibitions, and casually threw drawled “Well the health benefits aside I’m sure that Mark loves your diet too.”
Suddenly very defensive she snaps “What, cause I’m skinny?”
Back peddling I say “What!? No, no, no I didn’t mean it that way! Shit, sorry no I…I meant more…um…you know the saying ‘you are what you eat’ and all I ever see you eating or snacking on is fruit.”
She looks at me quizzically, her face still pinched in anger, and says “…aaannnnd?”
“Well you know, fruit is sweet and I bet your husband enjoys the sweet flavor.” God. I can feel HR cracking their knuckles. Here it comes. I’m so fucked.
Her eyes widen suddenly “Ohhhh.” She breathed. “Yeah well he might if he ever ordained to order that particular dessert.” Her tone indicates the man basically never treats her to any oral delights.
As if the near heart attack a second ago with my brazen HR taunting wasn’t enough, lizard brain decides I need to take it further. I felt like a passenger in my own body as I looked at my computer and mumble, “He is a mad man. I’d kill for my wife to be on your diet. Not that she has any interest in my wants, not since Opal was conceived.”
The conversation lulls a bit. Probably because we were both reeling from the turn the conversation had taken. I tried to hold my breath and force my cock to soften, but the infernal thing has a life of its own and refused to either deflate nor relinquish control of my brain.
Liz softly clears her throat, “Well, now that you mention it I think, maybe, we might come to, if you’re interested and I’d understand completely if you’re not, but maybe an arrangement could be made. You know where you get what you want and I get what I want. Fuck I’m babbling. Look we have 20 minutes in here and this conference room is in the middle of no where. I haven’t had oral in fucking years and you want to taste.”. She rattled all that out in about 5 seconds and sat there staring at me as I had the classic deer-in-the-headlights look.
Brain processing, processing, processing. I swear she likely could see the wheels spinning in my eyes as my brain struggled to digest what I’d just heard. Was I dreaming? No definitely a fantasy not a dream.
I frequently fantasized about Liz, and other women in my life, but I hadn’t ever really considered cheating before. It’s all fun and games in fantasy but in real life there are real consequences.
But, I’d never had any practical opportunities before and it was not helpin that I hadn’t had any sexual contact in almost a year and a half. Now here is this seemingly perfect opportunity to taste my co-worker.
The conversation next was very practical, clipped, almost clinical in nature and tone.
Me – “Just the once?”
Her – “Yes”
Me – “Won’t be awkward after?”
Her – “…I hope not but I don’t know.”
Me – “We never tell a soul.”
Her – “Do I look stupid?”
Me – “We don’t even talk about it together. No emails, no texts, nothing that leaves evidence.”
Her – “Agreed, neither of us want to get caught and ruin current lives.”
Me – “Okay.”
Her – “Okay?”
In reply to her I slowly stood up, noticing her eyes flick down as she observed my noticable bulge. I slowly pushed my chair back, turned around, and knelt in front of it. With my back to her I heard her loose a breathy whisper “Fuck this is actually happening?”
She came around my side of the table and pulled the chair out a little methods in front of me. She almost sat down, then quickly strode to the door to pulled the shades and locked the door. Thank God everyone is paranoid about active shooters or those locks wouldn’t have been installed!
She came back, sat in the chair, and said “Now what?”
I grabbed the chair, rolling it toward me. Gently placing my hands on her dress covered knees I looked up into her eyes I said, “You say stop and I stop At any time. Okay?” I waited for her to dip her chin as an affirmative reply.
Slowly I slid my hands up to her thighs, dragging the dress with them. As more of her legs were revealed her breath starts to quicken. I repeat the process, my fingers touching the hem of the dress, my palms gliding along her skin which flushed with goosebumps at my touch.
I tore my gaze away from her exposed thighs to look up again. Her mouth was slightly open, cheeks blushing. “Want me to stop?”
“No. I’m shaking with excitement and pretty sure you’ll have plenty to taste. Do it.”
We had maybe 15 minutes left before lunchtime and the hallways filled with people. The door had a lock on it but I didn’t feel like explaining why it had been locked with just the two of us in here, so my actions took on a bit of urgency .
As the dress was now pooled around her hips, lifted one of her legs up over my shoulder. This caused her legs to part and I could see her very sensible panties which matched her yellow dress. Pushing my hands up to push her dress under her butt up to her waist, I reached around her hips to grab the back waist band of her panties and pulled them off. She helpfully lifted her ass just enough during this process to get the dress out of the way and allow her panties to slip under. She raised her other leg off the floor as I guided her panties off of it. With her panties now dangling on the leg over shoulder I finally focused on my goal. She was indeed was glistening with her anticipation of what was about to happen.
I wasn’t surprised that she wasn’t shaved, considering she admitted her husband never goes down on her. Thankfully though, with swimming season on, she had started to trim so I was presented with a delicious looking, well groomed meal. Her libia were puffy and glistening, while her inner lips had parted ever so slightly when she lifted her leg to remove the panties. She looked as delicious as I hoped she tasted. I looked up and told her so and she blushed a deeper shade of pink.
Pulling her hips forward, I lowered my mouth and engulfed her pussy completely. My tongue made one long broad lick from the bottom to the top of her pussy, making a stroke across her clit at the end.
She indeed tasted amazing! It wasn’t sweet like honey, but definitely unlike any flavor I’ve tasted before. Like licking a honey dew or cantaloupe. Just sweet enough but otherwise a very clean flavor.
As my initial lick passed her clit she moaned softly and pulled my head in closer with the leg over my shoulder and one hand went to the top of my head to grasp my hair.
Taking these signs as further permission, I began to lick her in earnest. Long strokes top to bottom, soft swirls around her clit, gentle sucking pulling her clit or lips into my mouth then releasing.
Her hips were rocking in time with my licks, and she began moaning more and more. She gently guided my head where she wanted me, and within 5 minutes she was clearly climbing toward an orgasm. Her hushed moans turned into whispered words. “Oh shit, fuuuuuck, yesssss.”. I began to focus on her clit. Intent on pushing her over the edge soon. She never spoke above a whisper as her body writhed and bucked.
“Oh God, yes that’s it. More…more… fuuuuuck…almost. Almost! Oh there, that’s it, that’s it!”. Her leg pulled my head in and her hands clasped behind my head as she pulled me toward her, nearly smothering me as I continued to lick.
Gasping she sharply pushed my mouth away from her pussy and she exclaimed “OKAY okay enough I can’t. I can’t. God that was…” Liz paused for a very deep breath. “Fuck I forgot how good it felt. Thankyouthankyou.”
I stood up and began to wipe my hands across my face. Savoring her taste and smell while I could. Liz’s eyes followed me up. I noticed they were glistening but didn’t opinion. As I leaned back against the table to give her some space, I told her it truly was my pleasure and honor to have the opportunity!
She somewhat awkwardly put her panties back on. Cupping her now panty clad pussy and sighing she stood and and let her dress fall to the floor. Nothing was said for several heart beats as we stared at each other. No evidence beyond the smell in my beard for what we had just done.
Liz glanced down at my bulge. Her tongue darted across her lips as she quipped, “Too bad you made those rules about just once and never talking about it again…” She let the words hang in the air as she leered at my bulge. Liz turned to gather her things on her side of the table, dragging her hand across my pants on her way.
My head leaned back, my eyes staring at the ceiling as I drew in a quick breath.
“Oh fuck you, who knew you were such a tease!” I sighed as she picked up her laptop.
“Oh no no.” she teased “Only once remember? Definitely no fucking…”
Her hand flipped the lock on the door and she opened it just as the clock struck Noon. She strode into the hallway. I heard her toss a parting opinion over her shoulder just as the door began to swing closed behind her.
“…yet.”
NSFW: yes
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