The e-mail said, "I have a problem I could use your help with this evening after work, if you have time." After the message was a winking "smiley." The e-mail was from a coworker of mine whose name is Terry. A week earlier, she and I shared an incredible evening of lovemaking in her office. If I was correct in my take on the "hidden meaning" of her e-mail, she was offering me a chance at another wonderful evening of lovemaking.
Terry is in her early forties, divorced, and has a couple of teenage kids. She's very slim but is still a very attractive woman. She wears her frosted hair layered and cut so it hangs a couple of inches lower than her ears. Although she is extremely slim, she isn't shapeless. Her breasts are small - exactly the right size for her - and she has a compact, extremely well formed bottom. She wears slacks a lot, and even though I've never seen her in tight pants, watching her walk away from me is one of life's little pleasures. Another thing that intrigued me about her was her unconscious a habit of combing her fingers through her hair. It's a move I find alluring, even more so because I don't think she has a clue about the effect it has on men.
I am on my own every Thursday night because my wife has a regularly scheduled club meeting that night. That meant I was working late, which led to my first encounter with Terry, and it makes subsequent encounters with her possible.
After I got Terry's e-mail, time shifted into slow motion, or at least seemed to. I wanted the day to be over and it seemed as if it never would be. What felt like an interminable afternoon finally ended and our office building began to empty. About a half-hour past quitting time, I shut off my computer, got up from my desk, walked out into the hallway, and looked down toward Terry's office. I could feel my heart begin to pound when I saw the glow of light coming from under her door. I turned off my office light, locked the door, took a deep breath and headed down the hallway to Terry's office. I knocked softly on her closed door.
"Come in," said a soft voice from inside the room.
I opened the door, walked into her office, then closed the door behind me and flipped the lock. Terry was standing at the window, looking out into the growing darkness. I loved her outfit, a pair of tan man-tailored slacks made of some soft-looking material, and a dark blue velvet turtleneck. I'd seen her in the hallway earlier in the day and hadn't been able to stop thinking about what that turtleneck felt like since.
I walked over to where she was and stood behind her, close enough to smell the soft, delightful scent of the perfume she had on and also the fresh smell of her hair. I lifted my hands, laid them lightly on her shoulders, and let them slide gently down her arms. The turtleneck was even more wonderful to touch than I'd imagined.
"What are we doing?" Terry asked without turning around.
With Terry I was never sure, but I had an idea she really wasn't looking for an answer. We both knew why I was there and what we were doing. I slid my arms around her startlingly slim waist and, she melted back into my embrace, pressing her firm bottom against my half-erect penis. As I had the first time we were together, I found it hard to believe how slim she was, how tiny her waist. I bent my head and began nuzzling her neck and she moaned softly. She began to move her hips, rubbing her bottom against my rapidly stiffening organ. Her hand lifted and she clasped my head. I began gently working her blouse up, tugging it out of the waistband of her slacks. I could feel her pulling her belly in to make it easier for me to do that. When I finally tugged the hem of her blouse high enough, my fingers contacted her warm, silky flesh. She shuddered and moaned a bit louder. Her bottom kept grinding against my erection, which was now rock-hard.
Terry had turned her face and our lips met. As they were the first time, the kisses we shared were frantic and feral. It was as if we were trying to swallow each other whole. My tongue stabbed at hers and hers lashed mine.
My fingers kept moving upward, sliding teasingly from Terry's belly up toward her tiny breasts, pushing the velvet turtleneck ahead of them. She was groaning into my mouth and squirming in my embrace. Her rocking bottom was caressing the pre-cum out of my erection and I could feel my underpants getting wet from it.
At last I was able to cup my companion's bra-encased breasts in my hands. They were small, but quite firm. Although I've always considered myself a breast man who favored larger breasts, I have to admit Terry's little breasts are a huge turn-on for me. I squeezed them gently and rubbed my thumbs over the tips, which were jutting against Terry's soft satin bra.
Terry tore her mouth from mine. "Oh...God!" she gasped. "You...you make me...I feel like...an...an animal!" Her lips immediately clamped back against mine and her tongue speared into my mouth once more.
I didn't want to take the time to open Terry's bra; instead I pushed it up, baring the lovely orbs to my touch. When I took her rigid nipples between my thumbs and forefingers and began twirling them, Terry moaned into my mouth and I felt a powerful shudder go through her. Her hand was already on my head and her grip tightened.
I continued playing with her nipples and breasts with one hand and slid my other hand down to the waist of her slacks. I managed to get the belt around her waist open, then the clasp at the waist of her slacks. They were loose and immediately began to drop. I slid my hand further down, inside the waistband of the cotton bikini panties Terry had on. My fingers slid further down, through her pubic hair, and I found her clit, engorged with blood and stiff. When I touched it, she jerked as if she'd received an electrical shock.
"Gahhhhhhhhh!" Terry ripped her mouth from mine and screamed. Her clit was slippery with the wetness of her arousal and that made it extremely easy for me to slide my finger back and forth over it. "Ohhhhh! Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, Goddddd!" she wailed, her hips began hunching feverishly while I slid my finger back and forth over her clit. I was struck by the difference between the sexual Terry and the Terry I knew from work. The work Terry was quiet, shy, reserved, and soft-spoken. This Terry, the one I was seeing now, the sexual one, was wild and unbridled, willing to do whatever it took to get what she needed. "Take me! Oh, God, take me like this!" she moaned. "Don't make me come like that!" I could feel her shaking her slacks off her feet and she pressed her bottom against my groin even more urgently.
I let go of her breast and got my pants open. Fortunately for me, I don't wear tight pants, so they dropped around my ankles without help. I did have to push my underpants down, at least enough to expose my erection, which slapped against Terry's bottom when I uncovered it.
"Yes! I want you in me!" she groaned, squirming her bottom against me frantically. "Please! Take me!"
I stepped back a little, grabbed my erection, and guided it between her legs. She reached down and pushed the center panel of her panties. That made it easy for me. I shuffled forward, bent my knees to lower myself, positioned the tip of my erection between her dripping-wet labia, then I straightened my knees and felt the tip of my erection begin to press her open and move into her.
Terry's incredible tightness and warmth enveloped me as she impaled her lithe body on my stiff penis. "Mmmmmmm! Yeah!" she groaned. Her hands were gripping the windowsill and she was pushing herself back at me. Fortunately, it was nearly full dark outside and the only light in the room was the dim glow of her desk lamp, so I was pretty sure we weren't visible from outside. Not that it would have mattered if we were at that point. Both of us were so caught up in our need for each other that we'd have probably done this in broad daylight.
I slid my hands up from Terry's waist to her chest, cupped her breasts again, and began pumping myself into her. God, it felt good! She was so unlike any woman I'd ever been with before. Her firm butt smacked against my groin as I lunged against her and I could hear her uttering passionate grunts in time with my thrusts. At the same time, wild feelings were churning through me. I was having incredible sex with a gorgeous colleague, in her office, in front of her window. We were going at it like a couple of dogs in heat.
"Yes...yes...yes-yes-yes-yes-yes-yes-yes-yes-yessssssss!" Terry gasped. "Take me! Oh, God...now...take me now! I...ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Her hips began moving even more wildly and I could feel her body spasming against my hands.
Whatever was happening with her sent me spinning into a wonderful whirl of bliss as well. "Yeah! Oh, yeahhhhhh!" I groaned as my insides began churning wonderfully and my hot fluids raced up through my pulsing erection and gushed into her.
When our intense desire was finally sated and our bodies began calming, I held her and she continued to hang on to the windowsill until we'd gathered enough strength to move. By then my erection had softened and slipped from her. I had moved my hands from her breasts to her waist by this point.
