Suzanne's this girl at work I know. She's a 25 year-old brunette with a very pretty face, beautiful smile and a knockout body...a perfect hourglass figure, tiny waist, generous but perky breasts and a wonderful petite ass, with just the right amount of flair to her hips. Overall she looks delicious. I've been aching to get to know her more intimately for ages, but we've never been more than good friends.
I'm working late one night. I think nobody else is still around, but then I notice a light on over in Suzanne's office. I wander around for a chat and a chance to covertly ogle her breasts (the term sweater-meat was made for these). I get a real treat.
Suzanne is on all fours under her desk, her back towards me. She's wearing a fairly short top, and its ridden up, exposing a nice expanse of bare back (even her back is cute). As usual, she's wearing a pair of tight blue stretch jeans, which are currently stretched over her taught buttocks. As she moves forward her ass cheeks are pulled even further apart until happily I can see every detail of her crack through the stretched material. My cock hardens. She finally noticed me standing there and hurriedly gets to her feet. Her face is flushed; perhaps because the blood has rushed to her head or maybe she's aware of the show she had just given and is embarrassed.
"I was just fixing my ethernet connection," she explained. Trying to look nonchalant, she yawned and stretched; a habit she has that has quite an affect on me. I don't think she even realizes she does it most of the time. Basically, as usual, her top rode up again as she lifted her arms, exposing her tummy. Believe me, this is a sight worth seeing. She has a wonderful flat tummy, and the cutest little belly button. A glimpse is usually enough to disrupt the rest of my work day, and coupled with the recent display of ass, I know what I'm going to be masturbating about tonight.
I must have stared a fraction too long as she dropped her hands suddenly to her sides. I can't help but notice the little jiggle in her breasts as she did this. She says nothing, but I think she blushed a little deeper and she stares at me with a faintly accusing look. I've been caught in the act.
A little defensively, I say, "Well, I could hardly help but notice, and you do have an extremely pretty tummy. If you don't want me to admire it, you shouldn't display it so often".
"Even so, you shouldn't stare". She's trying to sound angry, but I think that really she's pleased by the compliment.
I decide to push my luck a little. "I really envy your boyfriend, what I wouldn't give to get a chance to kiss that little belly button of yours".
She definitely flushed now. "Oh...he...uh...never does anything like that. Not that it's any of your business". Now it's her turn to end on a defensive note.
I'm intrigued and genuinely puzzled. "What? He has the opportunity and doesn't take it? What's wrong with him? Or don't you want him to?" I can see Suzanne's really embarrassed at the turn this conversation's taken. So I'm surprised that she answers at all.
"No, he just doesn't do that sort of thing. He's more of a, well, sort of a hands-on guy". The last little bit is rushed out, I don't think she's used to talking about her sex life (certainly not with me).
I get even bolder. "What, he doesn't even..." I leave the sentence unfinished, but nod towards her crotch, which, I should mention, is prominently displayed through her tight jeans. I find it hard not to think of her vulva neatly split and pushed apart by the wide seam.
"He doesn't need to, the other stuff is pretty good. I'm sure I'm not missing all that much". She seems defensive again, but I'm encouraged by the fact she's still talking to me, so I go in for the kill.
"Don't tell me that's nobody's ever gone down on you before. You have to be joking"?
"Well no, but that isn't all that unusual, is it?" She sounded uncertain though.
"You don't know what you're missing", I tell her. "It seems like such a shame for a beautiful young women, like yourself, to be missing out on so much pleasure. I could just eat you up where you stand".
Suzanne said nothing...just stared at me. I noticed her pupils have dilated, and her breathing is heavy, as evidenced by the slow rise and fall of her shapely breasts. I can barely believe it, I seem to have succeeded in arousing her. I press on quickly.
"I tell you what, why don't I show you? Your boyfriend doesn't have to know. Come on, it'll be fun". This is it, my big moment. I've just about played all my cards...will it be enough?
Suzanne remained quiet, her face heavily flushed, looking as embarrassed as hell. Everything was moving too quickly for her. But she didn't said NO immediately. So the idea must have intrigued her at least a little. I decided to give her a little encouragement before she had time for too many doubts.
"Look, just give me five minutes. I'll just use my hands and my tongue, you don't have to do anything. I'll stop if you ask me to, and I won't do anything that doesn't give you pleasure. What have you possibly got to lose? You'll enjoy it, I'll enjoy it, and nobody is hurt. No need to say anything, just nod if you want me to".
She looked at me for a second or two more. Then nodded, shyly and almost imperceptibly.
I think she's ashamed and excited all at the same time.
"What do you want me to do?" she asked? Her voice low, barely audible. I stepped into her office as I've been standing at the threshold up till now. I closed the door and adjusted the blinds so that no one can see in, not that's anyone's around anyway.
"Just stand there to begin with. Let me do the work". My heart was beating so fast I thought it was going to explode. My cock is a rigid pole inside my jeans.