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I had a… party… with this chick at work I’ve been screwing last night. I was interested to see what today would bring.
I was delivering mail on my rounds and when I got to Sue’s desk she just said “Hi.”
“Hi,” I replied. “How are you?”
“Fine. Did you have anything for me?” She licked her lips suggestively.
I swallowed. “‘Fraid not.”
“Oh, I have something,” she said.
She turned and picked up an interoffice mail envelope.
“Hot off the presses,” she said, giving it to me. It had “Philip” and a little smiley face in the To: field.
I put it in my cart.
“Well, see you tomorrow,” I said, heading off.
I wondered what was in the envelope, but decided to tease myself by waiting until I was back in my office.
After my rounds, I got back to my office and locked the door. I opened my envelope and tipped it out. There was a tiny little lacy thong in there, nothing else.
I picked it up and sniffed it. It smelled of her, so she’d been wearing it at some point, making me think she was now walking around without panties.
I called Sue’s number, and she answered pretty quickly.
“About that package,” I said.
“It’s probably ordu escort best we discuss this face to face,” she said, “are you busy now?”
“Not for you,” I said.
“Fine, give me a minute and I’ll be right down.”
I went and unlocked my door, then put her thong on my desk, in front of my monitor. I played around with it while I was waiting for her, deciding how it looked best and choosing flat, the crotch towards me.
There was a knock at my door and Sue opened it, coming in.
“Thanks for the gift,” I said.
“Well, I want it back,” she said, “I figure you really have no use for it, and those things are expensive for what they give you.”
“Oh,” I said. Bummer.
“I’m sure I can make it up to you though,” she said, locking the door.
She came over to me.
“Why don’t you get these things off,” she said, pulling at my belt.
I took over, undoing my belt, unzipping my fly and pushing my pants and boxers down my legs.
I started to unbutton my shirt, but she handed me her phone.
“Sit,” she said.
I pulled my chair out and sat down.
I took pictures as she unzipped her skirt and dropped it to the osmaniye escort floor. She wasn’t wearing panties, but was wearing stocking and garters. She looked amazing.
She turned her back to me, bent over with her legs straight and picked up her skirt, giving me a great view of her ass and a peek of her pussy. She folded her skirt in half and put it on my desk by her thong.
She faced me and took her time undoing her blouse, again folding it and putting it on my desk.
“There,” she said, standing there in shoes, stockings, garter belt and bra. “Now I won’t get my clothes dirty.”
She reached down and held my dick then straddled my legs and sat down, facing me, trapping by dick between us. She put her arms around me and we kissed, hard.
I started squeezing her tits through her bra.
“Allow me,” she said, unhooking it.
She took it off and tossed it over to my desk.
I bent my head down to suck her nipples, one at a time, and she held my head against her chest.
After a few minutes, she lifted up slightly, dislodging me from her tits. She held my dick, guiding it into her and sat back down. She was impaled on me sinop escort and we went back to kissing. She held my face and I held her tits.
She started to rock forwards and backwards, grinding her pussy against me.
“Don’t cum in me, OK?” she whispered.
She rocked away on me until she pulled my face to her tits and came, shuddering.
After a brief rest to get her breath back, she climbed off me.
She squatted down in front of me, legs spread wide outside mine and proceeded to lick my dick clean. She moved up the shaft and licked my stomach, then down the shaft and licked my balls while she slid her hand up and down, slowly jacking me off.
She went back up and ran her tongue around the head. I was about to cum and groaned a little. She put her mouth over the whole head and I just looked at the screen of her phone, taking pictures as I came and she swallowed and swallowed.
She looked up at the phone camera, then took my dick out of her mouth and rubbed it over her face, kissing it.
Finally she stopped and stood up.
“That, was to say thanks for the other night.”
“Any time,” I told her. “And I really mean that, any time at all.”
I watched her put her bra and blouse back on then started pulling my pants and boxers back up. She pulled her skirt up and buttoned it then grabbed her thong.
I gave her her phone and buttoned my shirt, tucking it back in.
She unlocked the door and blew me a kiss as she left me there.