I’d always been the nerdy and podgy one at the office spending my life trying to make people laugh to get folk to like me. I’d drive home each night feeling unliked and pretty lonely.
I worked in the same building as the company uniform department. To call it a department was at a stretch. It was the top floor of the building where loads of spare uniform that’d been ordered for new starters that didn’t turn up.
We knew we had a new starter that’d turned up on day one, so was on here way for her uniform. I knew what sizes she wanted to try on and take away with her so I ran up the stairs and pulled out a full stack of kit for her to try on in the changing rooms. Making sure the place was tidy, and presentable, I made my way back downstairs to finish my coffee and make a start on the files that’d been staring at me all week.
No sooner had I sat at my desk, the buzzer went.
“It’s Michelle. I’m new and need some some uniform.”
“Come on in” pressing the door release magnet.
In she strolled, looking absolutely stunning in her white above the knee summery dress. Her dark hair was tied back and the pony tail hung past her shoulder line. Subtle make-up highlighted the nice natural tan she had. No way was she a size 12 like had been asked for. She was only slightly above an 8.
Her dress clung to her entire body as I looked at her from her feet upwards. Her beasts weren’t huge, but also not tiny. As soon as our eyes met, I knew her!! Wed schooled and colleged together. But the best part of 20 years had passed since Wed last seen each other.
“Oh my God, Mike! Oh my frickin God!” She blurted out in amazement as if she’d heard I was dead and she’d seen a ghost.
“What the hell? I mean…. Shit….. Erm….. Fuck me Michelle, how long has it been?” I replied in amazement.
We never had anything more than a simple friendship in our education. You could say that we just said ‘hi’ as we passed each other.
She sat on one of the cloth corporate armchairs crossing he stunningly tanned legs. Not a Sharon Stones moment sadly, but I couldn’t help but wonder what was hiding under that dress. I’m sure she caught me looking hoping for a glimpse up her dress. But Mr Cool here managed to crack a smile hoping she wouldn’t be embarrassed.
We caught up on all of the years Wed not seen each other and started to talk about the firm and who to stay away from, who to trust and not to trust blah blah blah blah.
“so I’ve gotta get back, so where is the uniform department?”
I laughed at the ‘department’ bit quite like I’d got tourettes for moment. But I led her upstairs still chatting about days gone by about who’s dead, ended up in prison etc etc.
Reaching the room with the uniform rails, I pointed out the rail with a full set of kit and then pointing at the changing rooms.
As the perfect gentleman I turned towards the stairs telling my old friend to make her way back downstairs when she’s done and we could book out what she’s got and what she needed ordering. Walking away she said “why are you going downstairs? Stay up here and keep me company.”
As I turned to say ok, her dress was on the floor and she stood in the middle of the room in just her underwear facing away from me. He perfectly rounded backside was only slightly covered by lace knickers that completely showed off her lower half. Her top half had a beautiful Japanese Garden tatto covered by just her black lace bra. To say I didn’t know where to look was just bullshit. I knew exactly where I wanted to look. But I wanted her turn round. I wanted to see her front.
Feeling my cock starting to awaken, I sat down in a similar chair to the office downstairs whilst she tried her corporate outfits on. I knew that if I hadn’t leant forward, if she turned round which I so wanted her to do, she would see my rod harder than it’d been for a while.
“so what do you think of my tattoo?”
“It is stunning! That looks so cool” I replied with my wavering voice. Did she notice I was turned on in my voice?
“Come and have a closer look then if it’s so good”
I slowly got up out of my chair so not to look like some hormonal teenager gagging for a shag. I walked over to her with her back still to me and shivered and I ran my finger over the design. I knew it’d been finished recently by the slight bump here and there.
Part of the design hid under her shoulder strap so I moved it only ever so slightly to reveal the detail I couldn’t see, but could’ve easily imagined.
I found myself touching her back and I knew she was happy to stand there whilst I did it. Moving the strap a little further to one side, it fell down her arm. I moved even closer knowing that the cloth of my suit was touching her back because I was so close.
As I lowered the other strap off her shoulder, I leant into her neck and so gently kissed her. She didn’t move an inch. She stood there not pushing me away. My eyes looked up as I kissed her neck again from behind to see she was watching me. She was watching my every move in the floor to ceiling mirror. Her eyes closed so slightly as I kissed her again trying to be even more gentle to the point I’d hardly made contact with her skin.
It was at this point I felt her ass push back making contact with my already strained trousers. What the actual Fuck was happening????
In a swift move I reached my right hand over her shoulder and into her bra feeling an amazingly stiff nipple on a really firm breast. Moving her nipple between my middle fingers whilst grasping her breast made me get even harder. My left hand reached down to grasp her as and move my hand to my zip.
I’d seen porn movies where the guys always get their cocks out and they’re still on the slack. I mean how the Fuck do they do that? Fuck it, mine was hard and wasn’t going to go away without some action.
It was pressed into the crack of her as against the lace and she was pushing back even harder. I reached my left hand round the front and slid my hand down the front of her underwear. She was smooth. I mean completely shaven. Probably waxed! I wasted no time and mived my hand further down bringing it back up with my middle finger sliding on her soaking slit. Her clit was so much bigger than I’d expected, so I had no issues finding it to play with.
I didn’t want to go straight in and start finger-blasting her. I used her wetness as a natural lube as I rubbed her sweet spot. Knowing that she was watching me in the mirror was immense. I can’t actually describe how intense it was.
She turned finally and walked to th chair I’d been sat on trying to hide my cock. She sat and just opened her legs showing her see-through underwear.
“Eat me!! But if I don’t cum, you don’t get to Fuck me…..”
I like a frickin challenge but this was head spinning beyond anything I’d encountered sexually. But kneel I did and I pulled her black lace down and off. As she parted her legs, I saw what was the most beautiful pussy in the world. I could see how wet she was by the glistening that I’d been working on with her clit.
I leant in and kissed her clit. Lapping at it gently, she grabbed my head and forced my face harder onto her pussy. I knew the game had started. She cums, I get a shag. She doesn’t, she gets dressed and walks out.
The taste of her slit was sweet and so so welcoming. If I only I could breathe through my ears, I’d spend all day down there.
I chose to stuck on her clit like I was trying to suction the thing out of her. Slipping my middle finger in easily, I turned my palm upwards and stroked the inside of her pussy right behind where her clit was. I knew she was getting exactly what she wanted because I could feel my chin getting wetter and wetter.
Increasing the intensity of the sucking and fingering she got louder and louder. I was the only one in the building so I knew we’d get away with it.
“I squit! You’re gonna get soaked” she painted
“do it! Don’t hold back!
I went from one finger to all four inside her. Her legs couldn’t be wider if she tried. My fingers were doing a circular motion inside her as I was almost sucking her clit off. Getting so loud, she pushed my head away, grabbed my hand the was almost inside her, pushed it in further and started rubbing her clit with her other hand.
She was going at it like a crazed woman. I used my spare hand to pull her bra down exposing her breasts. You’d think I was going to rip her tits off with my grip. But she carried on and on and on screaming as she squirted all over my face, my suit, my shirt, the carpeted floor. I’d never had that before. I knew it could be done, but I’d never had it happen to me.
Her legs were quaking as they were slung over the arms of the chair. I stood and pulled my trousers and boxers down releasing my cock that was already glistening with pre-cum.
“Right bitch! Now it’s my turn” as I leant forward and thrust my cock into her soaking wet pussy.
“Don’t let yourself down know, man” I was saying in my head.
Her pussy was throbbing making it so hard for me to not cum within seconds of slamming into her.
“Cum inside me. Make sure you’re inside me when you cum” she begged me.
I grabbed both breasts and went hell for leather not giving a fuck about her screaming, the mess, or that the phone might be blaring downstairs!
Taking my cock right out until just the head was in and them slamming her was my next tactic. I knew I wouldn’t last much longer but fuck it! A deal is a deal! She was so wet and hot. It was nothing short of glorious to be pounding her with her breasts bouncing away in front of.
I went for it. Harder than ever slamming my cock into her. I felt her gush again over my cock knowing that I’d done that!
I erupted inside of her as promised feeling an absolute tidal wave of cum hitting her insides.
After a few moment so collapsed to my knees looking at what I’d done to her. She was oozing a gorgeous mix of me and her.
I chose a fresh shirt, trousers and tie and walked away from her without saying a word…..
She came downstairs thanking me and left empty handed. I guess she will be back…… I hope
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