Little Factory Office Worker

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Despite my physical condition, some rational part of my mind was occupied with lunch (I couldn't think of what was in the fridge), how much of a mess the place might be, what Joanie would think of the furnishings...you know, the sort of social crap we carry with us each day and trot out during times of stress.

I needn't have wasted my time. As soon as we were inside Joanie was pushing me toward the couch and fumbling with the front of my trousers. As she fished me out of my underwear again I was befuddled to hear her ask if I had any wine in the fridge.

"Uh, some Almaden, I think...," I replied, and like a racehorse she was speeding to the kitchen.

"I just love wine," she called out. "You don't have anything French?"

I could hear her clattering around, first in the fridge and then in the cupboards. Me, I was writhing on the couch, clumsily pulling off my shoes and pants. I was determined to be comfortable, this time.

Joanie was back quickly with two full glasses of the swill we all used to think was good wine (well, at least in my peer group). They weren't proper wine glasses, just a couple of tall gas station ones, but there wasn't anything "proper" about what was going on here, so I wasn't about to complain.

A few feet away, she stopped and studied me. I must have been quite a sight sitting there with my dick jutting up from my briefs, my pants and shoes strewn on the carpet.

"You keep your socks on?", she wondered aloud, her lips pursed as though she were trying to keep from laughing. She drained about a quarter of her glass in seconds flat, and sat mine on an end table; then she stepped out of her heels. I studied her legs while I peeled off my socks. Damned if my face wasn't red, again.

"Come on, you're not gonna leave those on, are you?" Joanie pointed at my briefs while taking another long gulp from the glass. I stood up and hurriedly pulled my underwear down and kicked the offending briefs away. Now I stood before her in a long sleeve shirt and Robert Hall tie, one that my dad had given me years back. My dick bobbed before me, and I could feel my balls tightening up against my body.

Joanie made a twirling motion, meaning for me to turn around. Although I felt like some sort of puppet, I automatically obeyed. Hell, I'd gone this far, letting her order me around, so why not?

"Nice," she purred, and then I was startled to feel her reach out and squeeze one of my naked ass cheeks. I jumped from her touch, which made her giggle again. It was a soft little laugh she had, not silly or belittling, a laugh that made you want to join in. Her hand on my butt felt nice, not at all intrusive, not even when she pulled my cheeks apart so she could examine me more thoroughly. In fact, I

found it rather erotic.

"Maybe I can get a look at you?", I asked as I turned around and sat back down. Joanie gave me a wary look when she heard that, and again it was like I could see her mind working. She looked down at my hard-on, then back into my eyes, then once again her gazed moved down to my lap. I reached for the wine and took a long gulp, myself, and grinned at her like a hopeful idiot.

"Okay," she finally agreed, sliding the coffee table a little out of the way and sinking to her knees in front of me. Her long hair hung around her small face. She looked for all the world like a little, mischievous girl with a secret. This was certainly the most unusual lunch break I'd ever had!

Joanie's fingers busied themselves with unbuttoning her simple white blouse. Her eyes were locked on my swollen prick, mere inches away from her face. I could feel the excitation pounding through my cock with every heartbeat as she shrugged off her blouse, revealing small but shapely breasts encased in one of those Maidenform "cross your heart" bras. It was the same style my girlfriend favored, and I

felt a momentary twinge of guilt.

"Play with it for me," Joanie breathed, as she reached back to undo her bra. "I love that."

Well, that was a first for me. Back in the day, masturbation wasn't something you did in front of a girl, at least not where I grew up. Jerking off was something to be embarrassed about, believe it or not, and having a girl ask you to do it for her visual pleasure was, well, unheard of! But the tone of Joanie's voice was so genuinely charged with erotic possibility that I swear my cock felt like it stiffened to

twice its capacity in seconds.

I know that's an exaggeration, but it was like I'd suddenly grown a second set of nerve endings, all of them alive with pleasure. I reached down and took myself in hand.

Joanie took her time getting that damned bra off. She knew how to tease. She scrunched her shoulders a little after the clasp was undone, so that the material slipped down a little over her bosom. I could see the contrast in color of her skin where her bikini line began, going from soft tan to milky white. Her bending forward a bit brought her face even closer to my aching dick, and her eyes intently studied the slow stroking up and down I was giving my sensitive length. Her tits slackened and separated a little as her bra slid even lower, and I could just begin to make out the crinkly pink edges

of her areolas.

"Oh, that looks good," she observed, almost to herself. "Just rub the tip."

I did so, exaggeratedly, using my thumb and forefinger to caress the purplish head of my cock for her pleasure (and mine). My fingertips grew moist from the pre-cum that was emerging from my piss slit. Joanie was wetting her lips with her tongue, and I could hear us both breathing.

When her bra finally slipped completely off I gave out with an admiring grunt, which caused her to glance up into my eyes with a look of triumph. The little minx knew very well what her actions were doing to me; she was the one in control of things, that much was for sure.

I barely had time to take a long gaze at her erect, puffy nipples and the perfect shape of her naked breasts before Joanie leaned in and brushed the side of her soft face against my hand and my engorged penis. Her own hands rested on my spread thighs as she bent to rub her flushed skin against me, her eyes closed. I moved my hand out of the way and stared in wonder at the sight of my huge-looking erection moving over her cheek flesh as she maneuvered to caress my entire length with her face.

It wasn't long before one of her hands was at my balls, cupping and softly groping them as she continued moving her face over my dick. I groaned when she gave it a quick peck with her moist lips and then moved quickly so that my length ran under her chin and then against her neck. Joanie's hair draped slightly over my sensitive skin, adding to the pleasure. Then she grasped my shaft with her free hand and jerked it off briskly while rubbing the head directly against her neck. I'd never imagined a woman doing these things before.

"Oh my god," I exclaimed in surprise and intense pleasure, and again she looked up at me with smug satisfaction in her eyes. Joanie deliberately ran the flat of her thumb directly against the underside of my glans as she held my dick at her neck and stroked it for a few seconds, making me squirm against the couch, keeping her eyes on mine. Her other hand tightened its grasp on my balls, just a bit. If she'd continued like that for a few more moments, I swear I'd have ejaculated, so intense was the pressure on my over-heated equipment.

Then she suddenly giggled and released me completely, brushing her hair back with her hands and leaving my erection throbbing right in front of her.

"You like that?" she teased. I nodded, gasping for breath, eagerly awaiting what would come next. Joanie examined my prick, clearly proud of her work.

"Oh look, you're leaking," she said with mock concern, and made me groan loudly, enough for the entire population of the building to hear, when she ran the tip of her tongue out and lapped at my piss slit. I barely had a moment to recover from that before she'd captured the tip of my cock between her lips and began to suckle at it. Sorry, there's no better term than "suckling" for what she was doing, and energetically so! Her lips were locked over the tip of my dick and pulling me in while her tongue bedeviled my flesh.

I had my hands on her breasts before I was even aware of it. She had responsive nipples, the kind that grow hard in an instant, the kind you want in your mouth. Joanie let me feel her up while she preoccupied herself with rooting-around in my ball sac and then back up my length to suck anew at my piss slit, then once again running my cock all around her face.

"Need more drink," she suddenly gasped, bolting up to sit next to me on the couch and grabbing at her glass. My senses were in a whirl. This was one impulsive young lady. As Joanie took a long gulp of the wine I couldn't help but run my hand up the front of her skirt to get a feel. She jumped in surprise, but then giggled as my fingers reached the damp vee of her pantyhose. She reached over with her free

hand to jerk me off some more as I rubbed at her.

"We can't fuck, you know," she announced in a matter-of-fact tone, a sort of "nothing personal, but..." sounding remark. I barely paid attention to her words as my fingers were working over the waistband of her pantyhose and into the curls beneath, even as her hand began a well-practiced pistoning up and down on my erection.

It was a real personal satisfaction to me to feel how soaking wet the flesh of her cunt was, under her little soft mat of fur, and to feel her grind against my hand. That meant a lot.

"Unnnh," she said, squirming away from me as though the pleasure was too much. She stood and deftly unsnapped her skirt, then peeled down her hose. A small pile of her discarded clothes soon joined mine on the floor beyond the couch.

"I'll bet you've never done this," she smiled. "It'll get you off real fast."

"What?" was my dizzy reply, as I stared in at her small, nicely-formed body, with her tight nipples and the pink swollen labia peeking through her blond pubic hair.

"Lie down on the floor," she said. "Maybe move the table a little."

I did just that, feeling kind of funny with my swollen cock aiming at the ceiling and Joanie looking down at me like I was her next meal. However, I did get a nice look up between her legs.

"Close your eyes, no peeking," she giggled. Again, I did as she asked, feeling even funnier. But that strange feeling didn't last long; I heard her moving into a position straddling me, and then an overpowering, welcome scent began to fill my nostrils. At the same moment I felt my needy prick being inhaled by her mouth. Her lithe weight settled onto my prone figure as Joanie positioned her pussy

right at my face and let her body relax while she started to suck my cock in earnest.

When I opened my eyes I groaned in lust: less than an inch from my mouth was her dripping, fragrant pussy slit, and above it her spread, naked ass crack and the crinkly hole nestled tightly within. Instinctively I reached up to hold her satiny cheeks and pull her tender flesh down to my lips, my tongue immediately sliding across, over and into her cunt flesh. Joanie helpfully ground herself all over my face, pleasuring herself even as I tried to take in this wholly-new experience without an overload.

I could hear her breath heaving in and out as she sluiced my dick with her tongue and the entry of her throat. The juices that drooled out of her vagina as I lapped at her swollen clit were salty-sweet and copious. Her female scents were divinely dirty. Unable to help myself, I ran a finger over her rear hole, just rimming it a little, which made her actually moan. Joanie was right, this was going to get me off pretty quickly!

Wanting us both to come together, I took a cue from her reaction to my finger and decided to probe her there. Even just the little tip of my finger going into her ass drove her into a sudden frenzy – Joanie positively jacked my dick into her wet mouth and pressed her mushy slit right against my tongue and chin simultaneously, with all her might, as I gently fingered her forbidden entrance.

I felt like I couldn't breathe as she started to make deep sounds in her chest and pull her thighs inward to tightly grasp my head. I kept that stub of my finger in her rear and lapped away at her clit, feeling her own fingers at my balls, caressing and kneading. I experimented with driving the tip of my tongue into her cunt slit itself, alternating that with licking her sensitive clit, back and forth, until her body

began to heave and convulse.

It was my first time experiencing a woman having a heady, strong orgasm, and it was so exciting it couldn't help but trigger my own climax.

"Mmmmm! Hmmm! Oh, oh, oh!" she was exclaiming, but all the cum I was shooting into her mouth kept any of those sounds from emerging. To be truthful, my own pleasure was almost secondary to the wonderful experience of having this beautiful young woman writhe against me like a hungry sea creature, her soft but insistent grinding of flavorful female parts against my welcoming tongue and mouth being an education that would last a lifetime. I was happy to let her ride out the pleasure until she was satisfied, pleased to feel her insistently rub her sensitive flesh over my face and tongue.

Her automatic sucking of my seed from the tube of my now-dwindling prick accompanied her slowly-dissipating orgasm. After awhile, I was as sodden as she; minutes passed with neither of us moving. I gingerly withdrew my fingertip from her backside and used the flat of my hand to caress her ass, then both my hands to spread her wider for study. There were pubic hairs on my tongue, but that was fine. Her taste clung to me and dried against my chin.

I could feel my wilting cock slip from her lips and lay against my thigh. Joanie rolled off and propped herself up on her elbows so that she could look at me. Her eyes were mere slits, as though she were stoned, and she had that same goofy smile like she'd been smoking dope. I saw that a smear of my jism decorated her upper lip.

So this is real sex, I thought to myself.

It wasn't my last time with her, but it was the beginning and will always remain the most vivid of my memories. I hope you enjoyed my reverie.

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AnonymousAnonymousalmost 6 years ago

Hot hot hot.

AnonymousAnonymousabout 13 years ago
Wonderfully evocative prose, skillfully written

I was right there with you dj!

You are an excellent author and I sincerely hope that you give us more.

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