Maggie's the type of girl who looks good no matter what. You know the kind – she could roll out of bed in baggy sweats, her hair a mess, and you'd still want to fuck the hell out of her. She has an awesome body – nice, handful-sized tits and a round ass that looks great in tight pants. She's blonde and has these gorgeous eyes that are gray with hints of green in the right light. And Maggie's lips remind me of an expression I haven't heard since high school: DSL's – dick sucking lips. They're full and her mouth isn't at all small. I've thought about those lips lots of times, wrapped around my cock while she squats in front of me, looking into my eyes... damn. I could probably fill a pop can with all the loads I've blown thinking about her.
She and I started working together a couple years ago. Well, closer to three years for Maggie, since she was hired about six months before me. Because of this, Maggie's always been senior when it comes to projects we've worked on. (That might've bothered me if she were a flake, but Maggie has her shit together – very driven to succeed. I am too, but I tend to rely more on my talent than skill.) She and I work well together for two reasons. One, Maggie isn't a cunt. She doesn't abuse her authority and knows when to loosen the reigns. When I'm in the zone and call the shots better than her, she lets me go with it. I appreciate this more than she knows; I've worked with, and for, other people (mostly women with something to prove) who take their authority way too seriously, never bending. If there's one thing I've learned in life, it's that you've got to know how to give and take in
all
situations. The second reason Maggie and I work well together is because there is some seriously raw chemistry between us. I can't count all the times we've fucked each other with our eyes. Yeah, I've tried to take it further, but Maggie always keeps it on the level. I don't know where she gets the strength –
I
certainly don't have it.
Like I said, she always looks good, but Maggie looked even better than usual that day. I could tell there was something going on in her mind; aside from the clothes she wore that showed off her body, there was a kind of energy about her – something in her movement. When it was nearing five, she caught me in the hallway, alone, and hinted that I'd be pleasantly surprised if I stayed late. Her provocative smile told me she meant business, and not the kind that comes with a paycheck. I said there was a good chance I'd stick around cause I had a lot of work to do anyways. (A total lie.)
People started leaving for the evening and the place got scarce. Pretty soon, it was just me, Maggie, and the security guard downstairs. When the last person left, Maggie came into my cubicle and sat on my desk. She put her heels on the arms of my chair so that I could see up her skirt. Looking around to make sure nobody was there, Maggie gazed at me while sliding a finger down her lavender panties. She pulled the finger out and put it in her mouth, sucked on the tip. I was so turned on that my zipper threatened to break. Without saying anything, Maggie stood up and gestured for me to follow.
As I mentioned, I've tried to pick up on Maggie lots of times, but she's always played hard to get. Who the hell knows what made her change her mind now. I was too damn excited to think about it.
She took me into the supply closet, pulled the chain to the hanging lightbulb (you know the kind), and closed the door. My heart was racing like a kid's on a first date. We started kissing, and I felt her up through her blouse and skirt. We were both short of breath when she pulled away. I moved back in, but Maggie put a hand up, issuing a challenge: she'd fuck me if I undressed her while keeping my eyes on hers the whole time. I'm the type of guy who works best when there's restrictions, so I loved the idea. She cracked a grin and waited for me to do my part.
I grazed the backs of my fingers against Maggie's smooth, pink cheek. My hand moved to the back of her head and removed the clip that held her hair up in twists. Maggie shook out her golden locks, the ends flirting with her shoulders, and her fragrant shampoo washed over me. [I ran my fingers through her silky hair, then seized it, holding her head still while my other] hand explored her breasts, kneading them through her blue button-down blouse. I found her nipple, firm even through her bra, and pinched it just hard enough. I wanted to taste her neck, but I'd be breaking eye contact. Damn, I loved this game!
I let go of her hair and slowly unbuttoned Maggie's blouse. My ears were filled with the sounds of our breathing and my blood pumping hard in anticipation. I really wanted to look at her tits, but again, I couldn't, so I pulled the blouse off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. I could tell that the bra was lavender – matching her panties... nice.
I lowered to my knees and propped her heel on my thigh. My hand crept up her leg, past her black skirt, and indulged in her satiny skin. I teased around the edge of her underwear (it felt like a thong) where I could feel the warmth of her pussy, so near. My hand withdrew, and I undid her skirt, letting it fall to the floor, too. Damn it, I wanted to look at her body so badly! I thought about risking a glance, but I had to show Maggie that I'd play by her rules.
I took her breasts in my hands and kissed her stomach. My fingers curled around the edges of her bra cups and pulled them down, exposing her tits (which I almost looked at but caught myself). I got back onto my feet and raised my head to her chest, where I sucked on her firm nipples, my gaze still locked with hers. I could tell she liked it by the sounds she made.
I brought myself up to full height and wrapped my hands around Maggie's back, brought her close to me, our noses almost touching. I unclasped her bra and pulled it off – one more for the collection at our feet. My hands traversed the supple expanse of her back, lowering to her round ass. I slid my fingers inside the straps of her thong (yeah, it was a thong) and gently pulled down. It brushed past her thighs on its way to the floor. One of my hands snaked between her legs, and I palmed her pussy. She groaned; I could feel her wetness all over my fingers. I started to circle her clit when I noticed that she was shaved bare.
I'd followed Maggie's rules, played her game. All that remained were her heels and her glasses, both of which I wanted her to wear when she sucked me off. It was her turn...
