MARY ELLEN'S PUSSY
I couldn't believe it. I was staring right at Mary Ellen's spread open pussy. She was naked and had her legs apart on the bed while my eyes feasted on the sight from a foot away. She had two vertical pussy lips on each side of the slit of her vulva. I couldn't see her vagina opening, but it was there. Her smooth thighs were cream colored and smooth to my touch. I gently moved my lips over one soft thigh, then the other, stopping at the depression between the top of her legs and her pussy lips. The rosebud of her anus was dark pink and responded to being touched by my finger. She had a pink clitoris that peeked out from between the folds. I flicked it with my tongue and she lifted her hips to help me nibble on it. Her blonde pussy hair was neatly trimmed, but was curly and in disarray from being tangled in my fingers. Above her pussy was her flat stomach and a sexy navel. The two soft mounds of her breasts were peaked by two lovely nipples. I ran my finger over the hard nubs and fondled her warm flesh. I was seeing every bit of her anatomy, up close. Having intercourse with a woman is intimate, but making love to her pussy is even more so. There were no secrets about her body. Nothing was hidden from my touch and my tongue.
I rubbed my nose in her soft pubic hair and smelled her perfume. She, like many women, habitually sprayed her scent on her bush, inviting someone to run their nose through to relish her aroma. I licked her clitoris more vigorously and she arched her back, beginning on her journey to an orgasm. I followed by pulling her lips apart to see the opening to her glistening vagina. My tongue licked around the hole and probed inside her. I licked the rim of her opening while I ran my fingernail over her puckered anus. She continued to come on my face. I put my entire mouth on her cunt and sloppily tongued all over it, sucking in her juices and stimulating her to continue to come. She tensed her muscles and put her hands behind my head to pull me into her cunt. Her legs wrapped around my neck and gripped me like a vise. She moved her hips, rubbing herself on my captured face. I had trouble breathing. She was smothering me with her cunt and pouring her female juices into my mouth. She jerked and arched and tightened around me and again spurted her cum all over me. Then, she relaxed a bit and I came up for breath. She was not done, she was merely recovering from one orgasm and getting ready for another.
Getting Mary Ellen into bed had been pure fantasy to me. She was possibly the best-looking woman in town, married to a former jock who had become a very successful businessman. Neither she nor her husband had ever done anything more than politely say hello to me, although she was very nice. She was smart and personable and had a magnificent body. She'd been some sort of beauty queen and an athlete and was in wonderful shape. She had long blonde hair, a tight waist, prominent breasts and a tight ass that jiggled when she walked. I occasionally allowed myself to visualize what she would look-like naked.
We both worked for the same company; I'd been there for about ten years. She was a few years older and had been there longer. I was just one of the accountants in the office and was putting in my time, without much career ambition. I had dated a number of women, but was not with anyone in particular. I guess a few of the ladies in the office, who I had dated, spoke of me in an affectionate manner, a nice guy, but not someone they'd want to hook-up with for more than a few months. I was a decent lover, at least I thought so. I worked out regularly at my health club and played soccer in a local amateur league. I had a group of friends that I met up with on weekends and we went to ball games and such. My life was relatively straightforward and pleasant.
The fact that Mary Ellen was very attractive helped our business when she would make presentations and meet with clients. She was the manager of our audit section and met with clients over a multi-state region. I loved watching her walk around with her shapely legs and her tight skirts. She had a nice set of tits, which were usually covered by blouses that accented their presence. Occasionally, there was the slightest outline of her nipples. I tried to be discreet, but would invariably stop what I was doing when she walked around. She was very nice, always polite. She knew my name and we would share pleasantries during the day.
Her husband, on the other hand was a real prick. He thought he was special, like his shit didn't stink. The arrogant asshole wouldn't acknowledge any man who was junior to him. He had led another department in the firm, so I didn't see him that much, thankfully. He did seem to be a ladies-man, flirting with the young women who seemed to like his good looks and athletic build. I disliked the guy; I thought he was a complete asshole. We'd never clashed or anything, but we'd never spoken more than a few words either. I was jealous of the bastard for having Mary Ellen. Why did such a douche-bag get to have such a wonderful woman. I was glad when he took another job and left our company.
As one of the more senior accountants, I drew the assignment to work with Mary Ellen on new clients' audits a few months ago. Many of them were very complicated because some of the firms we were auditing were on the verge of bankruptcy. We collected troves of financial reports, put two laptops in a small conference room and would go through it all. I think I impressed her with some of the things I found and the conclusions I suggested. She said she was impressed, anyway. We spent a lot of time together. We'd work on our other assignments in the morning and then get together in the afternoon. Occasionally, the two of us would work into the evening a bit. Sometimes we would order-in from some take-out dinner. We got to know each other better and better. She was easy to talk to and I tried to be a good listener.
Often, when we were working late, Mary Ellen would change into more comfortable clothes. At first, she would do so in the ladies' room, but she eventually began to change in the small conference room where we worked. She would turn her back to me, unbutton her blouse, then remove it. I looked away, acting like a gentleman, but I could see her sexy back with her black bra straps. She became more casual about changing and would also remove her panty-hose while sitting on a chair across from me. I couldn't see under the table, but my imagination ran wild, thinking about Mary Ellen's pussy, covered only by her panties, just a few feet away. A few times, she donned a t-shirt and then removed her bra underneath it. I was treated to the spectacle of her breasts jiggling under the shirt while I was trying to concentrate on work. From her smiles, I knew she knew what she was doing to me.
I had to relieve the tension and many nights, I jacked-off thinking about her. I made it a point to avoid inappropriate comments and I tried to be careful about being caught looking at Mary Ellen's body. I just kept quiet, thinking that there were two possible outcomes if I said something about her sexy appearance;
She would stop changing into casual clothes.
Or, I would be accused of sexual harassment and lose my job.
There was a third possibility that I hadn't considered.
I learned a lot about Mary Ellen. Beneath her seemingly perfect marriage, there were troubles. She wanted to have children, but he didn't; he considered them an expensive nuisance. They both were career-oriented, but he was aiming for bigger things and a few months earlier had taken a job with another firm that was headquartered out of town. Since then, they had been limited to visiting each other on weekends. As time had gone on, they were both working so hard that the five-hour drives to see one-another became less frequent, decreasing to once or twice a month. He was travelling frequently and focused on his career. I got the impression that she was definitely not satisfied with the way life was going. With her husband out of town, Mary Ellen was lonely. She had been devoted to him and didn't have any close friends that she could talk to.