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FALLING FOR ERIKA
I work as a paralegal at a mid-size law firm, primarily supporting attorneys who deal with transactional work and probate law. I occasionally get pulled into some litigation, but the litigation attorneys pretty much have their own paralegals and it's not often I have to cross that line. Thank goodness.
My name's Mike. I'm 29, 5' 10" and 180 lbs, brown hair and blue eyes. I don't have many buddies, mostly preferring to travel to the beat of my own drummer. I usually visit a tavern for a slow drink after hours, and can often be found in a local nightclub on Friday and Saturday evenings. I don't have a steady girlfriend, although I have a fair number of female acquaintances. My love life mostly consists of a few steady part-time girlfriends, but I am not averse to meeting a new one when I'm out and about.
My weekend days are typically used up caring for the new home I recently purchased, a little place on an acre near the edge of the metropolitan area. I have a bit of lawn and some of what I call "wilderness" where I just let it go. The only maintenance I do there is picking up dead branches and keeping the ground clear of anything that might create a fire hazard.
When I'm not working in the yard, I love to go for long bike rides. I have a nice road bike, and a regular route with wide shoulders, nice scenery and fresh air that I like to ride. The riding keeps me lean, so I can spend an evening at the bar and not worry about getting flabby.
We hired a new young associate, Erika, and she was started in the probate arena. It's a good place for a new attorney to break in, since probate law is pretty straightforward, with very few surprises or twists. I was assigned as her primary paralegal, and it fell to me to answer a lot of her questions.
Erika was about 5'4", around 130 lbs, with a light brown complexion, beautifully expressive brown eyes and long brown hair with golden highlights. She had pretty cupid's bow lips and a wonderfully soft voice, and I thought to myself that she was really not made for the litigation arena. Her breasts were small, a nice B cup, but I like small breasts and overall found her to be an exceedingly attractive woman.
As we worked together, I would often find myself standing alongside her at her desk, explaining something or pointing things out on her computer monitor. Our office is mostly paperless, and you didn't want to be the employee with paper spread all over the place. Every computer had three monitors, and you were expected to use them rather than paper. I would get turned on by a glimpse of cleavage, or the smell of her body; whether it was the soap she used or her shampoo I didn't know, but it would cause my heart to beat faster if I had to spend any time near her. I hoped she didn't notice, but she never gave any indication she thought of our relationship as anything but professional.
She was very intelligent, and picked things up quickly. I never had to explain anything twice, and we made an excellent team. Over the months as we spent more time together she became much more relaxed with me, and before long we were taking lunch together, either in the office cafeteria or at a small deli just down the street. We got to know each other better personally as time went on, exchanging stories of growing up and going to school. She learned about my penchant for bicycling and I learned about her love of working in her flower garden.
One evening I invited her to go for a drink to one of my favored watering holes, The Stevedore, a nightclub rather than a dance club. It was a quieter place, with a well-behaved clientele, and I thought we could talk a little easier there. We met outside and I escorted her in. We walked up to the bar and Clint, a short, round jolly sort greeted us with a big smile.
"Hi Mike! Who's the lovely lady?"
I gestured, "This is Erika. She's an attorney where I work. Erika, this is Clint. He'll keep you from getting too thirsty."
Erika smiled and held her hand out to shake. Clint covered her hand with both of his, smiling and bowing as he shook her hand. "Pleased to meet ya! Pleased to meet ya!" He was a great guy, with a ready laugh, and I loved sitting at the bar and exchanging amusing anecdotes with him. Erika laughed at him, seeing the same thing in him that I did, and we ordered our drinks and repaired to a booth against the wall.
We sat across from each other and visited while we sipped our drinks, and she was such pleasant company that I didn't want to stop with just one. However, it was my personal rule never to take more than one when I had to work the next day, and I held to it tenaciously. Fortunately Erika agreed. We left, waving over to Clint as we walked out the door. He returned our waves with a big grin.
We would occasionally stop off for a drink together after work, or meet at one of a few other places, always having just one drink, but sometimes sharing an appetizer as well. One night while sharing a laugh, she reached out and put her hand over mine. Her touch made me tingle, and I must have shown something, because she slowly withdrew her hand. I wanted to snatch it back, put it back on mine and ask her to keep touching me. I decided to be content with knowing she was comfortable enough with me to have done it in the first place.
One Friday as the work day was coming to a close, I finally asked her out for a casual night of dining and dancing, and she accepted with a smile. We agreed that I would pick her up at her place later, and she gave me directions. I stopped to pick her up a single flower in a vase, then drove to her place and rang the doorbell. She answered with a big smile and invited me in. She was dressed in a loose white silk blouse and tan slacks, a combination that showed off her lovely figure. I handed over the flower, which she accepted with a big smile and placed on a windowsill.
She showed me around her rental condo, which was very clean and well organized. We went out to the back yard where she proudly showed off her small flowerbed. I'm not a horticulturist, but it seemed to me that she had the art of flowers down well. The overall picture was beautiful, and I sincerely told her so. She thanked me, took my hand and led me back inside. I was extremely focused of our hands touching, but she seemed relaxed about it.
She got her purse and we went out to my car, where I opened the door for her. She smiled at me and got in, and I couldn't help noticing how her blouse tightened against her breasts while she maneuvered in. My mouth was dry as I closed the door and walked around the car to get behind the wheel. It wasn't until then that I noticed I was sporting an erection, and as I sat down I was hoping she didn't notice.
I took her to my favorite Mediterranean restaurant, where the atmosphere was light and the patrons enjoyed good food. We had a wonderful meal accompanied by a very nice pinot, and lingered when the food was gone to enjoy a last glass of wine. Our talk was relaxed, with lots of laughter, and more than once I was conscious of our eyes meeting and holding after some laughter had subsided.
We followed that up by going to a dance club that played mostly danceable older rock, and found seats at a table. I ordered a Tanqueray & tonic, and she had a Long Island Iced Tea. I tried to restrict our dances to the faster numbers, which I enjoyed dancing to. I have a rather freestyle form of dancing, but good rhythm, and if my style was unconventional, it did have its merits.
We were leaving the dance floor after one number when a slow song came on. She grabbed my hand and said, "Oh, I love this song." I smiled at her and moved in closer to her. We held each other like we were at a high school prom, my left hand in her right, my right hand at her waist and hers on my shoulder. We were not quite far enough apart to satisfy a preacher, but still had a little space between us. As the song progressed and we talked, we eventually moved in closer, she smelled wonderful, and it came as somewhat of a surprise when I realized I was holding her close to me and there was a stiff cock pushing against her belly.
I blushed and moved to back my hips away, but she tightened her grip and smiled at me. She said softly, "Don't worry about it, I'm rather flattered." I smiled weakly back at her, but I was still embarrassed. When the song ended, she held me and tipped her head up, her lips slightly parted and without really thinking about it, I bent down and kissed her softly.
We lightly tickled our tongues together, then broke the kiss and I held her hand on the way back to the table. When we sat down, we just sort of sat there looking at each other, she smiling at me with her eyes twinkling and me smiling at her, rather abashed. She giggled a little at me and my head kind of swam. It seemed so out of place, this beautiful professional woman giggling like a teenager, then she reached over and squeezed my hand.
"Don't be so embarrassed, Mike. It's fine, really," she said. I was kind of at a loss for words, but tried to apologize. She cut me off, smiling a little and said softly, "I was almost hoping for that kind of reaction." Her eyes got a faraway look, and her smile went down a bit. She asked, "Can we go somewhere private and talk?"
I readily agreed, and asked if she wanted to talk at her place or mine. She studied my eyes for a bit, then asked if I was willing to take her back to her place. I said that was fine, and took her hand to walk her out to the car. We had a quiet drive back, and I wondered what was bothering her. We seemed to be having so much fun up till then. She had said my obvious excitement wasn't the problem, but I had to wonder.
We got to her place and settled in on her couch, turned slightly sideways to face each other. She studied my face for a while, and I just sat there looking back. I reached out to take her hand, wanting to put her at ease, and she squeezed my hand fiercely, a pensive look on her face. Finally she just softly said, "Kiss me, Michael."
We leaned toward each other, our eyes closing as our lips met, and we began softly, our lips barely touching, and hers were so soft. I lightly ran my tongue across her lips, then felt the tip of her tongue touch mine. As the seconds passed, we became more enthusiastic, our tongues tangling and playing together. She put one arm around my neck and pulled me in more tightly, and I reached one hand up, gently placing the palm against her soft cheek.
I ran the ball of my thumb in little circles on the line of her jaw, then lightly brushed my fingers under her ear and down along her neck. She moaned softly in my mouth, and her hand reached up to slide mine down to her breast. I was thoroughly aroused now, and began fondling her firm little breast through the smooth silk blouse while we kissed. She pushed herself into my hand, and I could feel the erect nipple through the material.
We were both breathing heavily when she broke the kiss, moving back a little to look at me, her eyes half closed and she quietly said, "Oh, Mike . . .," trailing off like there was more, but just looking at me from close range. We held that position, my hand still resting on her firm breast, and she finally sat back a bit, letting her arm go from around my neck and my hand went back to my side.
My heart was racing and my cock was throbbing in my slacks. She put her hands in her lap and looked down. I saw her eyes linger on the outline of my hard prick, and a little smile grew on her face. She twisted her fingers and looked at them, then suddenly looked up at me and opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. She was obviously torn, wanting to tell me something but afraid to get it out. I had no idea what her past was like, outside of the bits she had shared with me, but how bad could it be, really?
I slid closer and put my arms around her, saying softly, "Erika, it's OK." She hugged me tightly and we held each other like that for a moment, then I felt the wetness of tears soaking through my shirt. I just held her, not understanding, my fingers softly sliding up and down her back, and she sobbed once quietly. I continued to caress her and hold her as she cried, not knowing what the problem was but willing to let her decide whether or not to share it with me.
She finally stopped crying and just rested in my arms for a minute, and she just snuggled in, holding me as I was holding her. After a bit she let go and backed up. Her cheeks were wet with tears, and she had a sad little smile. Her nose was running and I looked around for some tissues, finally seeing a box on the counter. I got up to get them, and held them out for her, smiling and puzzled. She laughed and sniffled, taking a couple of tissues and blowing her nose. She looked gratefully at me and said, "Thank you, Michael."
She sat back, inhaled deeply, looked at me and said, "Mike, I like you a lot, an awful lot, but . . . there's something I have to show you."
I nodded agreeably and replied, "OK."
She looked at me as she stood up and said, "Just sit right there. Please?"
I once again nodded, saying, "Sure."
She began unbuttoning her blouse, and I thought she must have some terrible scarring or something and she was afraid of what I would think. I watched as she took her blouse off, and seeing her firm breasts contained in their sexy bra got my heart racing again. Her skin was light brown, smooth and glowing, and I felt my throat tighten up. Damn, she was sexy!
She looked back at me and put her blouse on the couch, then reached back to unhook her bra. I held my breath, and when she released her breasts, I had to force myself to breathe again. My heart was hammering in my chest, and my eyes locked hungrily on her delectable little breasts. Firm, with dark areola, nipples erect, I wanted to start suckling on them immediately, and I understood why she had asked me to hold my position.
She saw the look in my eyes, and knew what I was thinking. Her cute little lips curved slightly as she smiled at my discomfort, and her hands went to the button on her slacks. She unbuttoned them, then turned slightly away from me as she began to lower them. I was torn between watching her hips coming into view or the profile of her pert breast.
She lowered her slacks, stepping out of them and I let my gaze linger over her beautiful haunch, sliding down over her wonderfully smooth legs and down her calves. I looked up and saw that she was watching me over her shoulder, and I had to blush. She gave me another little smile, then seemed to gather herself. She turned and the picture of this beautiful lady was so breathtaking, it was several seconds before I saw what had made her so nervous.
A smooth shaven hard cock and large set of balls.
My eyes locked on her fat prick, my breath caught, and my body was tingling. I slowly ran my eyes back up her smooth tummy, over her pert breasts, past her cute cupid's bow lips and up to her gorgeous eyes. She was looking back at me, nervously biting her lower lip as we stared at each other, a pensive look in her eyes.
I finally choked out, "You're beautiful," and she seemed to melt, her body relaxing as she smiled at me. I held my arms out and asked, "May I?"
She began to cry again, and nodded, so I stood up and took her in my arms. Her arms went around my waist and she put her head against my shoulder, further soaking my shirt with tears. I didn't mind, I had her soft skin under my fingers and was stroking her back softly, enjoying the feel of her body against mine. I felt my erection pressing against her bare tummy, and in a few seconds noticed that I could feel her cock against my thigh. This turned me on even more, and I gave her a hard hug.
She stood back and began slowly unbuttoning my shirt. I reached out to touch her soft breasts while she worked her way down, and she finally pushed the shirt off of my shoulders and I helped work my arms through the sleeves. She tossed it down on the couch on top of her clothes and reached for my waist. I stopped her, reaching out to hold her cheeks and gave her a gentle kiss, then moved my hands back to her breasts. Her hands went back to work undoing my pants, and she soon had them unzipped.
She started to push my pants down, but as soon as the waistband cleared my balls, her hand went to my hard cock and started to gently stroke it. She looked up at me with her big doe eyes and a little smile on her face and I was smitten. I leaned down to kiss her one more time, then reached to fondle her own stiff cock. Her eyes closed as my hand gently stroked her up and down, then I stopped to finish removing my pants.
She helped me out of them, then threw them over toward the couch and grabbed my cock again. I reached down and pulled her toward me, slowly backing toward the couch. When the backs of my legs encountered it, I sat down and leaned in to lick the tip of her stiff prick, just once. She gasped lightly, and put her hands on my head, gently running her fingers through my hair. I looked up to meet her eyes with mine, then licked up the length of her shaft as we looked at each other. The look of happiness in her eyes as she watched me made her beautiful prick taste that much better.
I focused my attention on her cock while she continued to caress my hair. My hand fondled her large ball sack, and I bent down further to suck it into my mouth, rolling the balls around in my mouth, then tugging them out with my lips. I let them go and licked slowly up her rigid shaft, using just the tip of my tongue. Looking up at her again, I saw she was still watching me with her luminous eyes and little smile. I reached the tip and slowly sucked the entire length down, sucking hard as I brought it back up.
She gave a little shiver as I reached the head and played my soft tongue tip around the head, flicking it rapidly across her piss slit, then taking the swollen head in and sucking it hard. My hand was fondling and playing with her balls while I bobbed up and down a few times, stopping once to lick the underside below her purple helmet, running the tip of my tongue slowly up and down the sensitive skin below her throbbing cock head.
Once more looking up at her, I saw she had her head back, eyes closed, but the little smile was still there. It looked like she was enjoying it, and I stuck a finger quickly in my mouth to get it wet, then slipped it behind her balls and touched her tight little anus with the fingertip, pushing gently as I moved it in little circles. She moaned and pushed forward into my mouth, and I allowed it to go all the way in, holding it there briefly and swallowing once or twice. Her cock twitched, and her asshole seemed to suck my finger in a bit as I applied pressure.
Erika's hands now held my head, her cock slowly moving in and out, and I allowed her to gently fuck my face. I continued to play with her balls, and my finger was now in her asshole, the tight sphincter gripping as I moved it in and out. She was breathing heavier, and began thrusting into my mouth a little faster. I put my hand low on her cock, backing my mouth out and stroking her while I sucked on the head. I was massaging her prostate with my finger, just short brisk strokes inside of her tight asshole. She made a little choking groan, jerked once and cum began spurting into my mouth, starting with a large blast.
I swallowed eagerly, stroking and feeling it throb in my hand, but the flow seemed to be endless. I had never seen a tranny cum so much, and her cock twitched and jerked in my mouth as her hot spunk continued to blast and ooze into my mouth. She made a few final, short thrusts into me and her orgasm ended. I finished swallowing, savoring the taste of her sweet semen as I licked and suckled the last of her seed from her softening prick.
When she was done, I kissed the head one more time, then let go, slipping my fingers down for one more touch of her hefty ball sack. I sat back on the couch and looked up at her. She stood, her hands at her breasts, breathing heavily as she studied me through lidded eyes. I saw her look down to where my cock was sticking up from my groin, painfully swollen, and her eyes got a hungry look in them. She took one shaky step toward me, and I held a hand out to her. She reached to take it, and took another step toward me, kneeling astride me and scooting forward.
She leaned down and took my face in her hands, her long brown hair falling around us, and my hands automatically went to her pert breasts, once again glorying in their shape and firmness. She kissed me gently, little touches on my lips, nose, cheeks and eyes, then began a passionate but gentle french kiss while my hands lightly plucked and tweaked her hard little nipples.
She stopped kissing me and simply looked at me with her large brown eyes, then leaned over and opened a drawer of a nearby end table. She came up with a bottle of lube, and set her weight down on my hips while she opened it up, put a bit on her fingers and snapped it closed with one hand, the whole time holding my eyes with hers. She straightened up onto her knees, and reached behind her to swab my cock with lube, stroking it up and down, twisting with her hand, getting me thoroughly lubricated before leaning back over to place the lube on the end table and reaching into the drawer for a small towel. She straightened back up and wiped her hand, and again reached back, grasping my cock down low and slowly shifting her weight back until the head of my cock was nestled against her tight puckered asshole.
She pushed against it while leaning into me, putting her hands over my shoulders and moving her face right in front of mine while she shifted her hips from side to side, back and forth, and up and down, slowly, slowly moving my hard cock into her hot bowels. Her ass was incredibly tight, and the sensation of her sphincter gripping my engorged shaft was nirvana. I could die happy like this.
She started making long, slow strokes, getting deeper and deeper until she was soon was sitting on my thighs. I was still gently playing with her pert boobs and she began to kiss me again, her hips rising and falling while she kissed me, short firm strokes that sunk me deeply into her each time. Her breasts jiggled each time she landed, and the tip of her soft cock tickled my groin. Her hair was covering our faces like a veil. I felt a coolness as her precum was leaking onto me, and the erotic thought of this beautiful woman's cock dripping on me made me harder.
I broke the kiss to nibble on her neck, my hands going to her back, and sitting up I pulled her breasts into me, the hard nipples brushing my chest as I kissed the hollow of her throat. She threw her head back, dropping hard down onto my throbbing prick as I sucked and nibbled at her neck and breasts. She was moving faster now, her breath coming in gasps, and I was thrusting into her as she was dropping down.
Suddenly she dropped her head to my shoulder, groaning, and I felt her cock gush a dribble of come onto my stomach. The feel of her hot spunk hitting me sent me over, and I pushed hard into her, tensing and grunting as my cock erupted inside of her. She moaned as she felt my cock throbbing and pulsing, and I gripped her buttocks hard as I pushed up into her.
We came to a trembling stop, Erika falling forward onto me, my legs relaxing and stretching out in front of the couch. Erika slid one leg back, then the other, and lay on top of me, my soft cock still inside of her twitching ass. I felt her hands come up along my sides and grip my shoulders as she laid her head on my chest, and I brought my hands up to gently caress her back.
We lay like that, our breath returning to normal, and it occurred to me that not a word had been spoken since I told her I thought she was beautiful. Thinking about it, I realized we had said all there was to say, and words would only have ruined it. I hummed in quiet enjoyment, and felt her grip me hard as she shared the feeling.
After a few minutes of laying like this, she finally pushed up on her elbows and my soft cock slipped out of her when she moved. She made a disappointed little moan and looked at me with her big expressive eyes, happiness twinkling in their darkness. She was so doggone cute, I couldn't help smiling back. She leaned up for one more kiss, then said softly, "Thank you, Michael."
I kissed her back and said, "No, thank YOU."
Erika lifted one leg over me and stood up, teasing one hand across my nipples as she arose. She walked across the room, hips swaying, and the dangling balls I could see between her thighs looked so out of place, even though terribly sexy. She disappeared through a doorway, and a light snapped on. I saw the wall of what was obviously a bathroom, and heard water running. A short time later it shut off, and she came back out, a beautiful sexy lady with a cock between her legs. I sat straight up, and she settled down on the couch next to me, drawing her knees up and sitting sideways, raising one hand to lightly stroke my shoulder. I put a hand on her leg and began running it gently back and forth. She looked with those dark limpid eyes and smiled peacefully.
"Mike," she said, "I was so worried about what you would think. I was terribly attracted to you from almost the first day I began working there. There's something so sexy and competent about you that I just couldn't resist. When you first asked me to lunch, I felt like a schoolgirl, but I really never thought it would come to anything."
She stopped talking and twiddled her fingers through my hair, trying to order her thoughts.
"Then you asked me out for a drink, and I was giddy with happiness, but . . cautious. I didn't know how you felt, and I didn't want to lead you on. When I tried to draw you out about your past partners, I only heard you talk about women, and you wouldn't stay on the subject."
I started to speak but she put one finger over my lips. I stopped and kissed it. She chuckled quietly and gave me a quick little kiss, then continued.
"As I got to know you, I wanted to be with you. I just pretended that everything was OK, I was a normal woman, and I could tell you liked what you saw." She smiled mischievously and glanced at my cock. "You gave yourself away."
I laughed and she smiled at me.
"When we slow danced tonight, it felt so good to have you hold me, and I was feeling so good. Your kiss was probably the best thing that I had ever felt. I've been kissed before, but not by someone like you, someone I liked the way I like you. When we went back to the table, I realized that I had been lying to you, making you think I was something I wasn't. That's when I asked to go somewhere private. I had to let you know, even if you wouldn't like me after. I didn't want to keep leading you on, even though it would hurt me terribly if you didn't want me. I thought it would be best if we came here, so you wouldn't have to give me a ride home if you, if you . . ."
I shifted a bit and put my arms around her, pulling her into me, and her hand went to my chest, fingers playing lightly through the hair there. I kissed her on the top of her head and said, "I think you're beautiful just the way you are. I had a trans girlfriend once, but she moved, so your package didn't put me off. I know I never said anything specifically to you, but I considered her a woman, as I do you. Thing is, I like you, the person inside your body, and nothing I saw when you dropped your pants changed that person inside. You are WHO you are; WHAT you are is completely different. What you are doesn't bother me at all - because of who you are." I kissed the top of her head again and finished, "Anybody that doesn't like who you are because of how you look doesn't deserve to spend any time with you."
Her hand had stopped moving on my chest, and I just sat waiting, then I heard her quietly say, "I was so happy when you told me I was beautiful. It was something I had hoped for, but never believed would ever happen."
We sat together, nothing more to be said, and just enjoyed being with each other. She snuggled in against me, and I held her close, running my fingers through her long, soft hair. She sighed, and said, "I'm sorry, but I'm thirsty. Can I get you something too?" She sat up and looked at me with her doe eyes, and I almost got lost in them again before replying, "A glass of water would go good right now."
She got up and started toward the kitchen area. I followed her, again admiring the swing of her sexy hips, from this angle seeing nothing of her balls. She reached into a cupboard for glasses, and the way her breast tightened as she reached made my cock twitch and begin growing hard. She drew a drink for each of us, and as she put the last glass down, I stepped up behind her and pressed myself against her, reaching around to cup her breasts and giving the nipples a light pinch.
She moaned lightly and leaned her head back against me, one hand coming up to cup the back of my neck. I ran my fingers lightly down her tummy, then back up her sides and slid them across her breasts. I reached one hand out for a glass of water and held it to her lips. She drank slowly, and when she was finished I took a drink from the same glass, then put it back on the counter. I kissed the side of her neck and skimmed the palms of my hands across her erect nipples. I felt her other hand reach back to grasp me, and I moved my hips back enough so she could wrap her hand around my hardness.
She lightly stroked me as I caressed and kissed her, moving her body against mine, quietly humming in pleasure. She let go of me and reached into a nearby drawer, withdrawing a bottle of lube. "Another?" I thought. She was careful not to interfere with my ministrations as she squirted a dollop of lube onto her hand, putting the bottle down and reaching back around to grab my cock again. Once more she lubed me up, then guided the head of my throbbing cock to her puckered entry.
She shifted one of her feet out a bit, slipped me back and forth between her buttocks a few times, and slowly pushed back into me. I felt my hard prick slipping into her hot hole, and she let go, reaching up to grab a towel sitting on the counter. She wiped her hand, again being careful not to get in the way of my hands, but then spread her legs and leaned forward, putting her hands against the countertop and cocking her cute little fanny toward me.
I got the hint, and held her by the waist, watching as my rigid member slid smoothly in and out of her, and she began rocking in rhythm with me. Each backward movement on her part corresponded with a forward push on mine, and we were soon fucking with long, slow strokes. She dropped her head, her long hair swaying gently back and forth as we languidly fucked. I reached around to fondle her cock, finding her hard as well, and stroked her as I sank myself into her with a slow, steady pace.
I let go of her stiff penis, leaning over to whisper, "I want you to cum in my mouth." Without raising her head, she said, "Mmm, I'd like that." She began backing harder and faster into me, and I matched my pace to hers. Soon we were banging together, our bodies making a whap, whap, whap sound each time they met. She was moaning, and I could feel myself starting to tingle.
Once more I leaned over and whispered, "I'm coming, baby." Her head came up and she said, "Oh, do it in my mouth, Mike. I want to taste your come." As loathe as I was to remove myself from her, that was an offer I couldn't refuse. I slowly, slowly withdrew, enjoying the sensation of her gripping anus on my swollen member, and when I fell out completely, she turned quickly with the towel in her hand, swiftly cleaning me off and taking the head of my cock into her mouth.
She stroked and sucked rapidly, wanting me to let go, and my toes curled when I finally exploded. I exhaled in a rush, groaning as my cum shot into her mouth, whitewashing her tonsils. She hummed as she sucked and milked me dry, and I stood quivering, reaching one hand out to the counter to maintain my balance.
When she was finished with me, she stood up and I lifted her by her armpits, sitting her gently on the cool countertop. She flinched at first, letting out a little "Ooh!" and we both laughed, but the hard prick sticking up from her crotch was what I wanted. I stroked it a couple of times, then licked up the length of it, sucking the tip in and rolling my tongue around it a few times. I began playing with her balls with one hand, using the other to hold her stiff prick upright while I tickled and teased the head with the tip of my tongue. I felt her hand on the back of my head, and her fingers were moving through my hair.
I took her full length in, sucking hard as I moved down, holding her deep inside my mouth briefly, then sucking back up. I began a slow bobbing, her fat cock filling my mouth, my hand rolling and pulling on her ball sack. I spent a lot of time licking and sucking on her cock, enjoying every minute, but soon I could feel her begin pushing up at me, her breathing heavy, and I knew she was going to feed me soon. Her balls tightened up and I bobbed faster.
Suddenly she groaned and pushed my head down, thrusting up into my mouth. Her cock was stopped by my hand before it went all the way in, and she began blasting her sweet semen into my mouth, another fairly large load, and I marveled at the volume she produced. This one ended much quicker, and I suckled her prick as it softened, licking and kissing it softly as she caressed the back of my head.
I stood up and we kissed, and I knew she could taste her own cum in my mouth. I helped her down off the counter and we held each other for a bit, her hard nipples against my chest as we embraced. She leaned back, hands around my waist, and looked at me with those eyes. "Could you go for a shower? I'd like to clean up a little and then go to bed." She smiled mischievously. "It's getting late and I'm a little wrung out."
I chuckled and kissed her once more. "I could use a shower. Is there room enough in there for the two of us?"
She shook her head sadly, "Unfortunately, no. I mean, we could squeeze in there, but we'd always be bumping the walls, and it would be hard to get clean." She looked up at me and said, "I'd like to clean up a bit before going to bed."
I shrugged in acceptance and said, "I'll just wait for you to finish, then." We kissed once more, briefly, and she turned to clear off the counter. As she put the lube back in the drawer, I asked, "Just how many of those do you have?"
She looked at me with a little smile and blushed. The red against her tan skin looked beautiful. "I was so excited thinking of going out with you and maybe coming here tonight, I bought a bag of them and put one anywhere we might end up. There's maybe ten of them in different places around the house." She smiled and wiped the counter as I laughed.
"That's funny. I thought it was awful strange how there seemed to be one just when we needed it," I said.
She quietly replied, "I was really hoping I'd get to use one, but I didn't want to break a mood by stopping to go get it. You can't know how much this means to me."
I touched her gently and said, "I'm glad you thought of it. It was a marvelous idea."
We took our showers and I shared her bed that night. We spent a lot of time just holding and touching, talking about things neither of us had dared to bring up before. We discussed our relationship as it pertained to work, and both thought we could keep it out of the office. We might be seen about town after hours, but we didn't want it interfering with our work.
As the months went by I had opportunity to be grateful she had put bottles of lube all over the place. We often ended up spontaneously making love, and organized person that she was, invariably a bottle could be found within reach. It became a private joke between us, and once when I had felt a surge of horniness for her in her office, I asked casually if there were a bottle nearby. She knew what I meant and we shared a private smile.
She spent a lot of time at my place too, and soon there were little things around my house, feminine things that made it seem homier somehow. Flowers on the table or windowsill, a bottle of perfume in the bathroom, little things like that. On the nights we spent separately, I could look at those things and feel her in the house with me. I opened a drawer for a knife one night and saw a bottle of lube in the corner of the drawer, and just started laughing. When I told her about it at work the next day, she looked at me with a twinkle in her eye and said, "There's others, too." I came within a whisker of grabbing her and giving her a big hug, but managed to maintain my composure. She knew how I felt, though, I could see it in her eyes, the feelings she had for me shining out.
Erika got me into anal play. She began by tickling my asshole with a finger while we were in a 69, and it felt so good I lifted and spread my legs so she could do more. I felt her go, "Mmm," on my cock and she wet a finger and continued to make little circles around my anus. I came hard in her mouth, and she chuckled and cooed as she drank it down, continuing her little circling of my twitching ass. When we finished, she asked, "Did you like that?"
"That made me tingle! I didn't realize how good it would feel," I replied
She got a big smile and said, "We'll have to show you more, that's just the tip of the iceberg."
She showed me how to clean and prepare myself for anal sex, then rimmed me for several minutes, my feet in the air and legs spread. Oh, the sensations! When she thought I was ready, she started with a little item she said was a prostate massager, lubing, then slipping it into me while she licked the underside of my hard prick and looked into my eyes. She moved it gently in and out, and the sensation was incredible. It was only a minute before I was breathing hard and moving against her, and when she knew I was going to blow, she took the head of my cock in her mouth and pushed hard on her tool, kind of jiggling it. I flexed up once, hard, my hips coming off the bed as I grunted and blasted into her mouth.
She hummed on my cock, swallowing rapidly, and I had never come like that before. My whole body was tingling and shivering. It was exhausting, and when I was finished I just kind of laid limply on the bed, my body making little upward jerks as she licked the last of the cum from the tip of my drained cock. She gently slipped her tool out and crawled up on top of me, and as I lowered my legs I felt her hard prick touch against my quivering anus and thought that was next.
I didn't have to worry - she moved up, laying on top of me with our cocks rubbing together, and I embraced her tightly, kissing her, feeling her hard nipples against my skin.
"Damn, baby. That was great. I've never felt anything like that."
She smiled impishly and said, "Now you know why I like having you inside me so much." I just looked into her big brown eyes and thanked my lucky stars I had met her.
I said, "I didn't realize what it felt like. I always felt guilty, thinking I was feeling good at your expense. I tried to make it up to you in other ways, but I had no idea how that felt."
Erika moved her body sensuously on mine, saying, "Oh, baby. You make me feel good all the time; I love the things you do to me. Don't ever think I'm not enjoying anything we're doing." We kissed passionately, and I suddenly became conscious of our cocks rubbing together.
My hands went down her back to her tight buttocks, grabbing a double handful and pressing up into her. She went, "Mmmm," into my mouth and moved her hips in a slow, sexy, side to side movement, grinding against me, enjoying the feeling as much as I did.
She slowly rose to her knees, lightly scraping her fingernails down my body as she arose, then grasping my half-hard cock and stroking it softly a couple of times. She got up and went out of the bedroom, returning with a warm wet washcloth, and had me lift my legs again. She gently washed the lube from my ass, then kissed and licked my asshole a couple of times before standing back up.
She climbed back into bed and snuggled up to me, her head in the crook of my arm, one hand on my chest, tweaking my nipples and teasing the hair. I had an arm around her and reached to play with her boob, lightly rubbing the nipple and gently running my fingers across her soft skin. She looked up at me, and again I was smitten by her eyes.
She said, "We'll hold off on more anal for now, but I think you might enjoy doing more. That's a sensitive part of the body, in more ways than one, so I don't want to overdo it right away. We'll take it however fast you want, but I don't want to hurt your cute little butt." She smiled coyly and fluttered her eyelashes at me.
I laughed a little, then said, "I'd really like to lick your ass. That felt so good for me, I'd like to do that for you."
She just looked at me, and her eyes seemed to grow larger. "I'd like that, Michael," she said softly, with a sweet little smile. We rolled over with her on her back and me on top. I kissed her, soft little kisses, tiny licks on her lips, and she closed her eyes and smiled. I worked my way down her cheek to the jawline, and could see her rapid pulse on her neck. I kissed down to the hollow of her throat, tickling it with the tip of my tongue, and Erika gave a soft, "Mmm." I could feel her hard cock pressing against my stomach as I kissed my way down.
I reached her breasts, spending a bit of time licking, sucking and nibbling at the nipples, touching her lightly on the ribs with my fingertips. She lay limp, just enjoying my attention. I kissed and licked my way down to her soft tummy, pausing to stick my tongue into her navel, feeling her cock against my throat. I tipped my head down and gently kissed the swollen tip, giving a tiny lick across the piss slit, then moving down in one swift move to take her completely into my mouth. Erika moaned and pushed up into me, one hand coming up to the back of my head.
I pulled slowly up, sucking, until her rigid prick popped out and slapped against her tummy. I licked slowly up from her balls to the head, tickling the little cleft on the underside with the tip of my tongue. Erika was breathing heavily, her body slowly writhing sensuously beneath me. Moving further down, I kissed my way down the inside of one soft, muscular thigh, spreading her legs to better reach the more sensitive skin, kissing and licking.
I pushed her legs up, taking a moment to admire her cute little butthole, then licked behind one knee. I kissed and licked my way down her thigh, swiping across her balls and taking them briefly into my mouth, then up the other thigh and finishing at her knee. I worked slowly back down, pushing her legs back as I got lower, until I reached her anus. I felt the heat rising from her, and stuck my tongue out to gently lick it, one time, causing her to gasp. I tickled the rim with the tip of my tongue, little flicks, Erika moaning, her hips twisting and lifting. I licked harder, remembering how she had done it to me, curling my tongue around and around, pushing, prodding, and finally as she loosened up a bit, probing inside of her.
Her head was thrashing from side to side, and I reached up to begin stroking her throbbing cock. I felt her fingertips on the back of my hand as I stroked her, just lightly touching. She was moaning steadily, and I felt her cock throbbing in my hand, swelling, and I knew she was about to go. I gave one final push with my tongue, kissed her anus quickly and tipped her cock up to take it into my mouth.
I was just in time. I no sooner got my lips locked around it than she thrust up, and a strong burst of cum blew into my mouth, followed by a large flow and more hard spurts. I was humming and swallowing, enjoying the taste of her sweet spunk, fondling her balls, encouraging every drop I could get. She finally stopped, her legs relaxing at my sides, fingers running through my hair, gasping for breath, and I looked up to see her with a dreamy smile, eyes closed as she recovered.
I licked the last couple of drops that appeared on the head of her softening cock, and when I finally accepted that I wouldn't get any more, I slid up and lay down next to her. I gently played with her boobs, softly running my fingertips down her soft, smooth body and she was soon breathing normally. I saw her eyes flutter open, and she looked at the ceiling as her hand came across her body to touch and caress my hand as I touched her.
She blinked languidly, then turned her head to look at me, a satisfied smile on her face. She watched me looking at her, our hands still gently moving, touching each other. She said quietly, "Michael . . ."
I replied equally softly, "Erika."
As time went on, she gently led me through more advanced anal play, until I became an enthusiastic bottom for when she's in that mood. Occasionally I'll even encourage her, and we've both taken to using the prostate massager when we give blowjobs to the other.
Erika goes riding with me now, and her legs have become toned from the long miles. They were beautiful before, so it's hard to say they're nicer looking, but they sure do look good, and I love to feel them wrapped around my waist when we're in that position.
She'll be moving in with me as soon as her current lease expires, and I'm looking forward to some nice flower gardens around the place. She'll be able to tend them to her heart's content, and my grounds will no doubt be the envy of the neighborhood.
Everybody at the office knows we're an item now, but we still keep it professional at work. It's just that we can get away with a little hug or kiss now without anybody raising an eyebrow. Nobody there knows about her beautiful cock, and I'm happy with that. It's all mine.
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