Playing at Work is Dangerous Ch. 09

But after giving dozens of blowjobs to her husband and past boyfriends, Jen knew what to do. While keeping his cock head in her mouth, she licked the underside of his rod. She also pumped his shaft with her soft hands.

Then she looked up, her greenish-blue eyes looking right into Matt's.

It was too much for Matt to take. He could tell Jen wasn't an expert, but that made it more exciting. His cock in her warm mouth, feeling her soft tongue. Her soft, petite hands around his shaft, carefully stroking him. And then seeing her look up at him, seeing her gorgeous face framed by her long blonde hair, seeing her sweet, almost innocent eyes looking into his. It was too much for Matt to take.

"I'm cumming," Matt groaned.

Jen's eyes grew wide in alarm. She quickly pulled Matt's cock from her mouth. She continued to stroke him, her hands moving faster over his shaft, but she pointed his cock to the side.

Soon Matt tensed and grunted, his cock pulsed and he shot stream after stream of thick milky cum on some crates. He spasmed so violently it was all Jen could do to hold onto his shaft without accidentally hurting him with her manicured nails.

Finally Matt stopped cumming. Not knowing what else to do, Jen smiled awkwardly at him, and kissed his half hard penis. She got to her feet. She saw that her nylons were ruined.

She held her hands to her side, not knowing what to do. She needed to fix her clothes, but her hands were covered in Matt's pre-cum and her own saliva.

"Here," Matt said, recognizing her problem. He pulled out his shirt from his pants and gallantly offered his shirt tails.

"Thanks," Jen said appreciatively, and wiped her hands.

Jen's hands went to her blouse, but Matt stopped her before she could do the buttons. He eased a hand into her blouse and flicked one of Jen's erect nipples with his thumb. Jen, not having cum yet and her body on fire, almost leaped out of her high heels.

"Let me go down on you," Matt said. "I promise I won't try to fuck you."

Jen believed Matt. And her body was on fire, craving an orgasm. But she felt that, while it was okay to give pleasure to Matt (with Michael's blessing), receiving pleasure from a man other than her husband crossed the line. Maybe she could stay true to her wedding vows if she allowed only her husband to bring her to orgasm.

"No ... um ... that's okay," she said with some regret. She reached again to button her blouse. "I better go."

But Matt stopped her again. "Let me look one more time," he said as he opened her blouse. "You have incredible legs," Matt said as he gazed at Jen's shapely breasts. "But your tits are even better." He was being honest, even though he preferred large breasted women.

Jen sensed Matt's sincerity, and blushed. "Thanks," she said.

Then, to her surprise, Matt began buttoning Jen's blouse. This caring gesture made Jen feel good.

As Matt zipped his pants, Jen pulled down her skirt. She hurriedly ran her fingers through her hair and fixed her makeup. She looked at her legs. Her stockings were scuffed and severely laddered, especially around her knees. She considered taking them off, but she didn't want to pull up her skirt and unsnap the hose from her garter belt in front of Matt.

"Um, well, I better go," she said.

"Can I see you again? Can I get your phone number?"

Jen weakly smiled, and held up her left hand. "Married, remember?"

Matt smiled, knowing he had gotten as much as he could hope to get from this beautiful married girl He handed Jen his card. "Well, maybe if you ever become unmarried."

Jen hesitated for a second, and then took his card. "Okay, but ... I don't think that'll ever happen."

Feeling awkward, she raised up on her tip toes and kissed Matt softly on the cheek. "Bye."

"Bye," he said. "I'll wait here a few minutes, to give you some cover."

Jen wasn't sure what he meant. But understanding hit her as soon as she left the storeroom and re-entered the bar. It seemed everyone was looking at her. She realized with alarm that people had seen her go into the storeroom with Matt. Now they were all whispering and laughing at her. A group of laughing girls cattily pointed at Jen's legs. "Oh my god," Jen thought, remembering how laddered her stockings were around her knees. "They know I went down on Matt."

Men hungrily leered at her. Jen's body was still on fire, and she remembered she was braless. Tears of humiliation formed in her eyes. "God, they probably can see my nipples."

Jen blushed a scarlet red, feeling embarrassed and humiliated. She exited the bar as fast as she could, and took a taxi home.