Ellen is a petite brunette in our office. She has long straight brown hair and big brown eyes. She always wears short, tight skirts and strappy heels to show off her shapely long legs and pretty feet. Some of the in the office guys swear she doesn't wear panties, just a garter belt and stockings. I always thought it was just the usual response to a sexy woman that doesn't sleep around the office.
One afternoon, I was working overtime on a project. The office was almost empty when Ellen came by my cubical. "I'm having a problem with my computer, could you help me out?"
"Sure," I replied, "I would be happy to help you."
We walked back to her corner cubical. "There's a cable disconnected from my machine and I don't know where it's supposed to plug in.
I got down on my knees and crawled under the desk. Sure enough, there was the loose cable. I reconnected it and asked her to try it.
"Oh, hey, that works great! Thank you so much."
I rolled over and started to slide out from under the desk. "Is there anything else I can help out with?"
As I came out from under the desk, I saw Ellen sitting down, her chair blocking my way out. My gaze started with her feet, her nails painted a sexy red, wrapped in black heels that accented her delicate arches and circled her ankles in wide buckled bands. Her shapely calves tensed and parted as my eyes rose until I could see all the way up her skirt and, just as the rumor mill said, she was not wearing any panties. Her trimmed brown hair formed a soft wedge that closely matched a tan line created by what must have been a very tiny thong. My cock stiffened at the sight.
"Well, there are a couple of other connections you could check," Ellen said, with a sly look on her face. She winked at me and spread her legs a little wider, while drawing her skirt up with one hand. She slid a foot between my legs and rubbed it over the bulge in my pants, her toes wriggling against my hard shaft. "Maybe I need something else plugged in."
"Let me see what I can do," I said as I sat up and pulled her chair to me. Her pussy was only inches from my face now and I could smell its sweet, musky aroma. I leaned into her crotch and ran my tongue over her slit.
"Ooh, that feels so good. Eat my pussy. Oh, yes that's it!" Ellen said in a breathy voice and slid her ass forward in the chair, giving me full access to her sweet pussy.
I plunged my tongue between her labia and began to lick her from top to bottom.
"Lick me, lick me, stick your tongue in my pussy," she moaned.
I slid my tongue into her as far as I could and rubbed my nose against her clit. I could taste her honey as it began to flow and lapped hungrily at her sweet juices.
"Oh yes! Oh; oh, oh, oh; yes!"
