She sold yellow page ads. In 1998, that mattered. We talked a couple of times. Chipper and engaging, described her well. She insisted on meeting, in person. I wasn't buying much and do most of my business over the phone, so I declined. She wasn't having any of that, and set an appointment after she returned from the Caribbean.
Two weeks later,3 o'clock sharp, she bounced through my door. Short blond hair, bubbly, lots of jewelry and clothing that was flattering, but more salacious than professional. She had a sleeveless goldish cotton sweater with a v-neck that accentuated her cleavage, framing the amulet on her necklace nicely. Her skirt was cream colored and a bit too short for her age. Toeless, strapless heels mabe 3 inches, bringing her to all of five five. She was pretty.
Honestly, she was old enough, that, as a younger guy I wouldn't have noticed her in a restaurant or some other public venue, but here she was, filling my office with energy and a sexual vibe which was nearly palpable. We talked, a lot, and hardly any of it was business. She reached out and touched my hands or my forearms, getting up and sitting down again, stepping closer, moving back. I'd never seen anything like it, and it was enjoyable. I saw the other tenants leave my wing, passing by my open door. She told me her birthday passed before her trip and her husband had gotten her something really nice. I bit, I'm in sales, I know the ques, it was clear this was what she'd been building up to.
"Please, tell me, what did he get you?" I asked leaning forward in my chair. Elbows on my knees, fingertips touching, cocking my head slightly as my eyes traveled up her body. I had been leaning back, not really knowing where this was going, and I was curious. She sat in a dining room chair I had until the real office furniture was delivered. It was a hard, even though the seat was cushioned, and it had a straight back. It looked a little too tall for her, and although she had kept her legs perfectly together her skirt simply wasn't long enough to block my view when I decided to look. I gazed in and could make out a small bow on her panties. Continuing up I lingered on her breasts, then I looked her in the eyes while I adjusted my dick in my pants. She looked down watching what I was doing.
Her mouth opened, "I got new boobies!" she gushed, leaning forward, and I swear, shaking them at me.
"Ya like 'em, huh?" I asked, grinning roguishly. but I followed up quickly and deliberately, "I've never felt fake boobs..." I extended my hand, palm up, beckoning to her to take it. "C'mere." I pulled gently and she stood allowing herself to be pulled toward me. I found her other hand and guided her close. "New boobies." I said holding her gaze as my hands slid silently under her sweater at her hips, up her waist, then circling behind her undoing the clasp of her bra.
"This should be fun." I murmured as I felt her surprisingly taught stomach as she allowed me to push up her sweater and bra squeezing and admiring her new boobies. I kissed her left nipple and then her right, swirling my tongue, leaving them wet and glistening. Looking up, her face held in stunned rapture. I glanced out the door to the hall before catching her nipple in my teeth and tugging playfully. "I, think... everybody's gone."
Dropping my hands to her hips I pulled her into my face, kissing, biting and sucking her nipples. "Ya know this isn't the best vantage point." I said, pushing my chair back and admiring her wet nipples and flat stomach with her sweater and bra pushed up over her tits. She looked nervous at my withdrawal, and the blood drained from her face when we heard a noise out in the hall.
There was only one way out, and I had seen the only neighbor, who came in, leave.. "No one's comin', except the cleaning crew, around 7, and you want me to appreciate your new 'boobies,' doncha?" I added watching as she went from a terrified pale color to a crimson blush. I had no idea of what I was doing, but it felt right. "Take off your sweater and your bra, lemme get a look at you." I added with a bravado that even fooled me.
She stood there holding her things, topless. She was fit, my god was she fit. Glancing to her side, her distraction was incredibly alluring.
"Just drop 'em on the floor, it'll make the place look better." I added feeling my interest rise, as she looked back at me, squinting with fake indignation, but saying nothing as her clothes slipped from her fingers and piled on the carpet.
Small moments can last forever, and we were waiting, weighing the possibilities. She was stunning. The hair the necklace, her earrings, the multiple bracelets on one wrist, her flat tummy, and fake boobs, with delicious nipples shining with my spit. The little detail that remains etched in my memory, twenty years later, was how her hand opened, discarding her top and bra on the floor. As they slipped from her fingers with her french nails, it was evident she'd let go of all self doubt and reservations about what she was doing.
She looked down at me, with hunger, hope, and resolve. "Mmmm," I growled as I found the button of her skirt on her hip, unfastened it, and listened to the zipper roar as I dragged it down, followed shortly by her skirt bunching up at her feet. Her panties were wispy with a bow, on the front I'd seen while she'd been sitting. No more than strings on the sides, which I curled my fingers around enjoying her smooth skin as I whisked them down her thighs past her knees and down to her ankles. She steadied herself on my shoulder as she stepped out and I scooped up both items and tossed them onto the discard pile she'd begun.
"Aren't you a sight?" I exhaled, truly amazed. "Step back so I can get a better look at you." I added genuinely impressed with what she offered. "Sit back in the chair, I wanna watch you masturbate for me." I commanded, unzipping my fly.
She complied, sitting on the front edge of the chair. "... oh, no, no, no, nooo leave your shoes on, please, leave your shoes on. It's a good look! Put your left foot up on the chair, so I can see everything..." Which is when I saw the metal ring. One leg up, with the heel next to her and one down. Legs spread wide on the edge of the chair. Her left hand squeezing and massaging her new boobies and her right hand, sliding down. Middle finger moving over her clit, spreading her very wet labia around it, then disappearing under the palm of her hand, as her beautiful french nails slid into the stainless steel ring, tugging out gently, exposing the neck of the steel toy hidden away.
"That's an Njoy butt plug!" I demanded, wrestling my rapidly swelling cock balls above the waistband of my shorts and unzipped fly. I stroked my dick, while cupping my balls as she eyed my progress and slid her ring finger into the ring, forcing the swell of the plug to bulge out her pink pucker. "Oh fuck! That's hot." I added pushing against the upward curve of my fully engorged dick. "Didja do that for me?"
Talking directly to my unbelievably swollen gland at the tip of my circumcised dick, "It's medium. Uhn." inserting the two fingers that had been in the ring inside her vagina and mashing her clit and labia with the rest of her hand. "One and a quarter inches across the head," she groaned, "I think it's smaller than the plum you're abusing... oh! it's leaking precum. Lick it for me." She added throatily. "It makes me feel sexy, and I like the fullness... and showing it off... to you, but I did it for me."
