Ever since the first day I arrived at the office, I wanted to sleep with Sister Aubrey. Her seductive eyes screamed that she was a vixen.
On Friday, after dinner, we took a walk together. I accompanied her back to the office, and I don't know who made the first move, but somehow, half-pushing, half-yielding, we ended up holding hands all the way back. Her figure was so stunning that every male colleague drooled over her: about 166 cm tall, fair-skinned, with striking features, long hair, and an indescribable, sultry sexual allure. When colleagues teased about her, honestly, I could totally understand. During idle moments at work, I'd flirt a bit, get a little thrill.
Back to the point--when we were almost at her office building, I said, "Your office is close."
She replied, "Yeah."
Seizing the moment, I leaned in and gave her a goodbye kiss on the cheek. Instantly, her face flushed red. I noticed when I moved to kiss her, her lips instinctively leaned toward me too, but with so many passersby, I didn't dare kiss her openly the first time we dined alone. Her face, though, was as red as an apple. I knew she had a husband, but the thing is, I had the office to myself too.
We immediately embraced and kissed passionately. Honestly, I'd never met someone so direct, so unpretentious, so perfectly in sync, like fire igniting.
Our bodies pressed completely together. My hands roamed all over her body, and she wasn't shy either--her hands explored my back, feeling my broad shoulders...
My unrestrained hands wandered freely over this beauty's body, caressing up and down. Gradually, amid her heavy breathing, my hands moved toward her full breasts. My thigh parted her legs, clad in a short skirt, and I rubbed the depths of my thigh against her inner thighs, circling, making her moan.
I leaned closer, gently pulling her into my arms. Standing face-to-face, our bodies pressed together, her curvaceous figure--ample in the front, perky in the back--her full breasts against my chest, made my breathing quicken. I whispered in her ear, "You smell so good! Your skin is so soft."
Then I kissed her earlobe, my lips and tongue slowly moving downward. Her breathing grew rapid in response, her fiery passion nearly melting me. Our tongues tangled, exploring each other's mouths.
Of course, my hands didn't stay idle. From stroking her back to kneading her hips, I lifted her skirt and slipped my hands inside, rubbing over her panties, gripping firmly, intensifying the pressure, stoking her desire.
My hands slithered like snakes over her back and hips. Soon, they slipped past the barrier of her clothes, roaming directly over her smooth, fair skin, kneading her hips.
Our bodies still pressed together, my erection boldly prodding her, making her body burn hotter. After undoing two or three buttons on her blouse, I revealed a pink lace demi-cup bra, gently cradling her 35C assets. I crouched slightly, burying my face in her neck, my lips and tongue wandering from her fair neck to the valley between her breasts, while my hands continued kneading her plump hips and thighs.
