Life of Mick -- CH 9
It was Casual Friday and Sam chose to wear her incredibly tight jeans. The same jeans she had worn that first time that my attention was drawn to her in the lobby on a Saturday morning. I think back fondly to that day because it ended with Sam walking into my office while I was jerking off to memories of the DP with Hunter and Alexis an hour earlier and a porn video of Miranda being DP'd by my two sons. The sex that Sam and I had that day has progressed to a blossoming romance. Even though it was Casual Friday, I had some internal meetings scheduled and I opted for a pair of dress slacks, a Sports Jacket, and a dress shirt with no tie.
We had just spent a night of nearly non-stop sex between Sam, Misty, Monique, and me along with Hunter, Alexis, and Alyson. Sam noticed my burgeoning hard-on as we pulled into the reserved parking space. She looked from my crotch to my face and said, "Seriously. After a night of sex, you have a hard-on now? Why didn't you say something? I could have been working on it on our way to work."
I shrugged my shoulders and said, "Sorry. I figured it would just go away on its own. It's your fault. You know those jeans drive me nuts."
She glanced down at her thighs, encased in the tight denim. She giggled as she wiggled her ass in the seat. "You need some attention. I'm going to be late for a meeting with my staff. You'll have to jerk yourself off or I can call Kay. She's probably climbing the walls by now. It's been a while. Will that be okay?"
I frowned and said, "I guess so, but she doesn't wear a pair of tight jeans like you do." Sam grinned at me and threw me an air-kiss as she headed to the lobby conference room with her cellphone at her ear. I walked, stooped over a little, to the elevator.
On the top floor, I stepped out of the elevator with my briefcase in front of my crotch in case I ran into someone. My boner was obvious. Kay met me in the hall with her cellphone pressed to her ear, saying, "Thanks, Samantha. I'll take care of it. ... Yeah. It's my pleasure." She laughed and pulled the phone down and hit the 'END' icon. Kay took my arm and stopped me. She said, "Hold on a second." She stepped back to the doorway into the secretarial pool. She held up one hand and said, "Five minutes. Okay?" She had a huge grin on her face. I didn't know what that was about. If she thought she was going to satisfy me and herself in five minutes, she hadn't been paying attention.
Kay walked beside me toward my office. She kept looking down at my briefcase to see if she could see anything. God knows what Sam had told her. I set my briefcase on the credenza and removed my sport coat before turning to face Kay. Her eyes went wide when she saw the bulge in my pants. Kay said, "Jesus, Samantha wasn't exaggerating. She wasn't even doing it justice." She came over to me and pushed her big tits to my ribcage. Her blouse and my dress shirt separated us. Her nipples were hard and on prominent display through her bra and thin silk blouse. She stretched up for a kiss as she reached down to unzip my fly. She struggled to free my cock but she got it. She immediately began stroking it in a hand-shake grip.
I moaned as I unbuttoned Kay's blouse. She was unzipping the back of her skirt with her free hand and it dropped to the floor before I could shrug her blouse down her arms. She was down to her bra, thong, and high heels. She was consumed with her hand job and had made no moves to undress me. I unhooked her bra and let it drop to her blouse and then began unbuckling my pants. They fell to my feet as I kicked off my shoes and stepped out of them. She was suckling on my nipples through my shirt as she continued her hand job. I pulled my shirt off over my head and tossed it on top of my briefcase. As usual, I had dressed commando, and other than my socks, I was naked.
Kay led me to the sofa and guided me to my back. Kay swung her hips around and released my cock long enough to get her thong down and off her feet. She crawled her sopping wet pussy up to my face in a sixty-nine position and I pushed my tongue along her clitoris, which pulled a deep groan from her, and then pushed it into her pussy and started tongue fucking her. She inched further down my body so she could get her lips on my cock. Our height difference only allowed her to screw her lips onto the head of my cock. She furious stroked her right hand on the rest.
Kay bobbed her head up and down on my knob as she moaned from the attention I was paying to her sex. I knew that Kay would not be satisfied with a blow job. She was making sure I was at full size before she turned to fuck me. I wanted to get an orgasm out of her with my tongue before we got down to business.
She was grinding her sex into my face and I was trying to drive my cock deeper in her mouth. Kay pulled off my cock and slurped on a wad of saliva. She ran her hand down my shaft and I felt her lips struggling to get back on again. Whatever she was doing was a different sensation with a different technique. I wondered if she had been experimenting with her husband's cock. She was always complaining that it was too small and that he was a lousy fuck. Her new technique was distracting me and she dragged her sex on my tongue to pull my attention back to her. I got my tongue going again.
Then an odd thing happened. Kay pushed her arms out straight and sat up on my face. The odd part was that the blow job continued. I tried to look between Kay's legs to see how she was able to sit up straight on my face and still apply what felt like a blow job.
Kay coursed through an orgasm and then pulled her body up to sit partially on the arm of the sofa and partially on my forehead. Her juices were running down my face and I was collecting as much as I could and then I saw the answer to the question. The young lady with the curly red hair and emerald green eyes that I had met with Kay in the hall was looking me in the eyes as my cock appeared and disappeared into her mouth. I was startled, but I couldn't move. The young woman now placed her hands on my thighs as she picked up the pace and depth of her blow job. Kay's weight was on my forehead and I couldn't move. The young lady's name was Mariah, as I recalled. Jesus, she was giving me an incredible blow job. She grinned around my cock and I stopped struggling underneath them.