0 comments/ 7070 views/ 1 favorites Workplace Relations Ch. 01: In the Music Studio By: leondreamer A cold, outside rainy afternoon, late and most of the others in the office had gone home. Greg decided he had had enough for the day too, so he closed off his computer, making sure all he had written that afternoon was saved, and tidied his desk, looking around to check nothing was where it shouldn't be. Then he left the office and decided, on his way out, he would stop in and chat for a bit with Victoria, the music specialist in the firm, the one responsible for all the background music and so on for the ads they made there. Her studio, as it was known, was at the other end of the vast floor that the company took up, and Greg walked through the now almost deserted corridors, the only sounds being those of vacuum cleaners and the occasional laugh from one of the cleaning staff. No light was on above the door of Victoria's office, and Greg knew he was always welcome anyway, so he opened the door and went in. She was his only real friend in the office, though even that was a very limited friendship-coffee at lunch sometimes, chats like this at the end of the day-never anything deep and meaningful, just general work-place chat-sometimes she gave him a lift to the train station on her way to the aquatic centre where she went swimming most evenings. Very little that was ever personal or approaching the intimate. Victoria was in her late twenties, he knew that, as there had been talk of a thirtieth birthday soon, so that made her about his age, a bit younger. She was very attractive in a quiet, stereotyped-librarian kind of way. Brown hair, a little dull perhaps, shoulder length, a roundish face with quite large eyes, a sweet nose and small mouth above a slightly pointed chin. She was medium height, slim with what appeared to be a very nice figure. Greg used the word appeared, because Victoria always dressed quite modestly, usually slacks and a blouse and of course, at this time of year, a jumper of some sort. In summer though, these blouses gave indications of firm, neither too small nor too full breasts, a slim waist, nice hips. On the rare occasions she wore a skirt, which was never above the knee, there were glimpses of nice trim calves, a cute bum, and the slacks she wore, though never the tight clingy sort, showed that her thighs probably matched the semi-petite trimness of her whole figure. In other words, Greg thought she was very attractive, and to be honest, if he were younger, people would have said that he had somewhat of a crush on her. But he had never dared ask her out anywhere, for several reasons. He was terrified of rejection usually, which meant that he found it better to not ask, rather than ask and be rejected. Also, he had the impression that there was a guy in her life anyway, though she never mentioned partner or boyfriend or any terms like that. He knew she shared a flat with a guy, but whether there was any relationship there at all, he did not feel it right to ask. And the underlying reason of course, the reason he rarely dared ask a woman out, was his belief that they would only say no anyway, that there was nothing about him that would encourage a woman to agree. That was just how he usually saw himself, unless alcohol somehow or other heightened his courage. He himself was of medium build and height, nondescript blond hair, a rather narrow face and pointed chin. Not ugly by any means, but certainly not of an appearance that anyone would call handsome. Victoria that afternoon was glad Greg had dropped by, she liked him, often wondered why he never asked her out for more than a coffee at lunchtime. She had considered asking him, perhaps to a film or a concert-she was a very keen classical music concert goer-but the whole relationship thing had soured for her, and while she liked him a lot, she did not want to tarnish their friendship with asking him that, or even getting involved in case things went horribly wrong again. She sensed that, like herself, Greg was a very lonely person. But she accepted that there was not a lot could be done about it for either of them. Just recently, though, there had been hints that Greg did want to be more than casual friends at work. A week or so ago, when she had stopped at the station to drop him off, he had put his hand on hers, and let it rest there for a few seconds. She had not pulled her hand away, but had done nothing to encourage him further either. And then there had been the times when she had noticed his eyes, looking at her in that way that meant he was trying to see further, to guess perhaps what lay under her clothes. But Victoria was a modest young woman, and had not done anything to encourage those looks either. Greg had shut the door behind him, and looked across the carpeted room to where Victoria was sitting at her desk. And when he thought about it afterwards, he decided that it must have been the way she was sitting that encouraged him. She had pushed her chair back from her desk, and was leaning back in it, her head thrown back, her arms out and behind her, as if she were stretching muscles or something. The effect of this was to arch her back, and her breasts were pushed up and out. She had on a thick-materialled blouse of some sort, deep green, matching the green slacks he could see she was wearing. From behind her, it was a very sexy pose. "Hi Greg," she said, a sweet voice, soft and melodious, in keeping with her musicality. "Hi, how has your day been?" and he stood behind her, close but far enough away not to be intrusive into her 'space'. "Awful," she replied. "This silly ad about the budgerigar-I mean, what kind of musical background would suit a budgerigar." The company they worked for was renowned for its offbeat ads. Greg tried to think of something funny to say, some amusing musical reply that she would like and perhaps find helpful. But he couldn't. So often he ended up tongue-tied. And besides, the way she was sitting was so appealing. Victoria had not changed her pose, was moving her arms up and down to the side and behind her, and this of course was causing her breasts to rise and fall in rhythm and Greg could not take his eyes away from the skin he could see, from her throat just down a tiny little bit to the top button of the blouse. He hoped against reason that somehow that material would lift, and he would be able to glimpse even just a tiny part of a breast, or even just the top of a bra cup would be wonderful, but of course that wasn't going to happen. But the pose-so suggestive, and she hadn't moved, and he wondered was she inviting him, and a little voice in his head said yes she is, and he took a step closer, still behind her, the front of his trousers now only a few inches from the top of her head, which was tilted back, and she raised her eyes at him, and smiled, and said, "How has your day been?" and there was a curious look in her eyes, as she noticed how close to her Greg was standing. Greg never knew what gave him the courage, never knew what made him forget his usual reservations about not ever doing anything that might offend or upset the other person, never knew what Victoria was feeling at that time that allowed what happened to happen as it did. Without giving his brain time to tell him he shouldn't, he took another tiny step forward, and placed his hands on her shoulders, his fingertips touching the fabric at the front of her shoulders, letting them roam slowly and just a little, searching for and finding the little bump of her bra straps under the fabric. He touched them for a few seconds, probably waiting for Victoria's reaction, but all she did was look back up at him, and did not move. For some reason encouraged by this, Greg softly slid his hands down over the blouse, over the tops of her breasts under that blouse, then they came to rest fully cupping her breasts, his fingertips at the undersides of them, his palms over the tips of them he could feel the peaks of the bra cups through the fabric of her blouse, the heels of his palms pushed softly and gently against the tops of her breasts, he could sense the rims of the tops of the bra cups against his skin there too, and he very gently squeezed, so softly, with his fingers, his mind racing what are you doing, in his trousers an erection out of control, and just kept his hands on her breasts, the feel of them through the fabric of the blouse overpoweringly wonderful. Victoria's breathing had changed slightly, and she felt a strong tingle deep in her belly, and she refused to wonder what was going on. Greg's hands were gentle, and she liked the way he was so softly kneading her breasts, through the fabric, not squeezing or mashing at them the way so many men did, but softly, gently, and she wanted to feel his skin on hers. She raised her eyes back to his again-it meant tilting her head back further-and smiled at him. The back of her head, the hair on the back of her head, sensed his closeness and the hint of a hardness inside his trousers. I'll think about that when we get to it, she yelled at herself, angry at the way her mind always wanted to analyse and plan and control and know what would be next. Greg smiled back at her, encouraged, and his fingertips pressed a little more firmly into the undersides of her breasts, working up the courage to start undoing buttons. Looking down into Victoria's face, he was a little surprised she had closed her eyes, then a little disappointed that she now raised her arms and put her hands on top of his. But instead of taking his hands away, as he was expecting, Victoria was rubbing his hands on the material of her blouse, her hands pressing on his, rubbing his hands in small movements on the fabric, and Greg could feel her breasts moving under his hands, sensing the sweet flesh of them moving as his hands moved under her hands which were directing what was happening for those moments. In his trousers Greg's erection was as hard as he believed it could possibly ever get, and he resisted the temptation to press the front of his trousers against the top of her head. He was not sure, though, why she was holding his hands and rubbing them over her breasts the way she was, and he knew it would be a spoiling question to ask. But she answered for him, so he didn't have to say anything. With eyes still closed, she said, very softly, "Just making your hands nice and warm." And an old memory, of a different time and place and breasts, flashed into Greg's mind, a memory of an objection to cold hands and warm breasts, and his erection jumped when he realised she was doing it because she wanted him to put his hands inside her blouse. Victoria felt the little jump at the back of the top of her head, it has been so long, she sighed to herself, do I dare-here? And then she angrily told the controlling voices to go away, and instead hoped that Greg had got the hint about the warm hands. He had, and when Victoria took her hands away, he moved his right hand from her breast to the top button of her blouse, undid it, then the second one, then the third. Looking down at Victoria, he saw her eyes were still closed, her mouth open slightly, her breathing again a little different to what it had been. He put his hands inside the lapels of the blouse, letting them rest on the top of her chest for seconds, looking now at the bright whiteness of the bra cups, the slim beauty of the straps. His hands moved softly over her chest and his fingers entered the tops of the cups, his whole body trembling with pleasure as his fingers worked into the cups, feeling the soft firm skin of the topsides of her breasts, the flesh of them soft and firm and very warm. Now his fingertips had reached her nipples, and he touched them, felt them hard against his skin, felt the little bumps of the aureoles as he traced his fingertips around them, heard Victoria whisper a little 'Oh' and his fingers moved inside the cups of her bra, tracing down the sides of her breasts towards her back, then back up to the nipples and down the inside slopes to the centre of her chest, then back to her nipples, which he pressed against, squeezed them gently between his fore and middle fingers, tips of his little fingers stroking the outsides of breasts, just barely scratching at the sweet skin, his thumbs pressed by the cups against the insides of her breasts , and again Victoria whispered a little "Ohh" and Greg for a moment let his whole hand squeeze at her breasts and they were a bit fuller than it appeared and it was getting a tight fit inside the cups, his hands and those beautiful firm breasts. Victoria was feeling that too, along with many other feelings, and though she did not want to break the atmosphere, the mood of what she was feeling, she knew she had to do something. "Hang on a sec," she said quietly, and took his hands from her bra and put them away from her, gently though, she did not want him to think she was angry or anything like that. Greg felt a pang of disappointment-hang on a sec usually meant let's stop for now, in his experience and he was angry at himself because he believed he had done something wrong, something he had done had spoilt the wonderful moments they had seemed to be having. But he need not have worried. Victoria stood up, her back to him, and pulled her blouse from her slacks, then he saw her arms were undoing the other buttons. Then she lifted the back of her blouse, all the way up to the strap of her bra. She held the blouse up, he got the hint, and surprising himself by his calmness, deftly unhooked the clasp of her bra. Then Victoria did that strange thing only women can do, of taking her bra off without taking off her blouse. She dropped it carelessly on the floor next to her chair, opened her blouse all the way, leaned her head back again, and closed her eyes again. Greg looked at her breasts, they weren't large, (he didn't really like too big breasts) but they weren't small either. Coarser men he knew would have called them a good sized handful, but he just thought they were beautiful. The way she was sitting, with her head back, her back itself slightly arched, emphasised the beauty of their shape and size. The tops sloped up to her nipples, themselves a pale brown colour inside the paler brown of small aureoles. The skin of her breasts themselves was that special pale whiteness of skin that has never been exposed to the sun. He leant forward, and put his hands on them again. As he leant forward, Victoria pressed her head back against the front of trousers, pressed back and rubbed side to side for a moment, then was still. He is so hard, she thought, and it has been so long-are we...but then she silenced herself, refusing to think ahead, just for once, she told herself, just enjoy what's happening now. And she really was enjoying that. The little "Oh"s were becoming more frequent, and the little tingles deep in her belly had merged into a continuous pulsing of want, and they were no longer just in her belly. They had moved down now, into that place between her thighs which, even at twenty-nine, was still such a mystery to her, the strange feelings she had there, the strange urges that seemed to originate there, the strange things it sometimes did on the rare occasions she felt as she was feeling now. She could feel herself moistening between her thighs, feel that urge to lift her bum up, and press her hips, press that place between her thighs hard against something, press and press and clutch and not let go. What his hands were doing on and around her breasts felt so, so good. "Oh!" Greg heard Victoria murmur again, no longer just a whisper, but still very soft. When she had sat back down, Greg had put his hands back on her breasts, just lying there for a few seconds, feeling their soft firmness, feeling their warmth, then he had squeezed them firmly but gently, then his fingers had started moving again, feeling all over their beauty, fingertips softly scratching at the undersides of them, tracing lines up the inside slopes to her nipples, tracing around her nipples, rubbing the tips of them, squeezing the breasts again, fingers drawing contours in a spiral from the base of each breast around and around up to her nipples and then slowly and still in spirals tracing all around back to the base of each breast, then his fingers wandered into her armpits, he traced around inside her armpits, heard a little giggle at the ticklishness of it, amongst the still more frequent "Oh" s, and let his fingertips linger in the very depths of her armpits, feeling the tiny traces of stubble and loving it. And against the front of his trousers the pressure of the top of Victoria's head as she pressed back against his erection, pressed at it and encouraging it. Victoria now had an urge she often felt but rarely gave in to. She wanted to put her hand down between her legs, press her fingers into herself, press them deep and hard into that place, and keep pressing them there until she could grasp onto her longing and pull it out of herself, experience that violent relief she had so far in her life only a few times allowed herself. She was actually on the verge of undoing her pants when there was no longer a need to-Greg was doing it for her. Greg's hands had moved back to the top of her chest, then, with a greater pressure than he had so far used (but still so wonderfully gently) his hands had slid up the tops of her breasts, across her nipples, down the undersides and across her belly, past her belly-button, into the little valleys at the sides of her hips, to the waist band of her slacks. Now they were undoing her belt, now the top button, now they had slid down the zip and were opening her slacks up. Greg looked at what he had done, looked at the paleness of her lower belly, the way it curved down into and under the band of a pair of brief, very-deep-red panties. His eyes looked closely at how the downward curve of her belly, under the soft material, then started to slope upwards again as her mound, though still covered by the panties, started to reveal itself to him. As he put his fingertips under the band of the panties, just inside, he heard another "Oh" followed immediately by a very soft "Mmm". And he felt Victoria's head move, the side of her head, move against the front of his trousers, felt her press her cheek against his erection. To reach her belt, Greg had had to step from directly behind her head to behind her shoulder, and Victoria could feel his erection against her cheek, when it moved away slightly she had moved her head, pressing her cheek against it. For the first time in her life she really wanted to take that strange organ-say it, she said to herself, say it, all right then, cock, I want his cock in my mouth. Never before had she wanted to do that. Sure, she had a few times, for over-insistent boyfriends, but she had never liked it, and the last time-over a year ago now-when her mouth had suddenly been filled with hot, thick liquid-she had spat it all out, told herself she would never do that again, and rushed to the bathroom to throw up. But now she wanted to do it, she tried to tell herself Do it. Her hand raised, intending to unzip his trousers while his hands continued their almost tickling around the band of her panties, his fingertips eagerly seeking her pubic hair, and her hand had just about reached his belt when he moved again. She was disappointed; she wanted to at least touch it. But now Greg had moved. Rubbing his hands back up from her panties, he had stroked his fingers across her belly once more, then stood up straight. With another little "mm" and an "oh" Victoria looked up at him, having to admit to herself that her neck was getting a bit sore from all the looking back and up, although nowhere near sore enough to detract from the feelings in her breasts and nipples and belly and especially-down there. That was all she could call it-that other word for it, she had never used, had been told when she was young it was an evil word, a name for an evil part of her body, told herself many times she could never say it out loud. But now she wanted to at least acknowledge it, and the amazing feelings it was sending through her body. In the very back of her mind a little voice whispered "My cunt is not evil" but there was no way she could ever say that out loud, or even think it in more than a thought whisper. Workplace Relations Ch. 01: In the Music Studio Greg knelt at Victoria's feet and slipped off her shoes, then he moved a little and knelt, back straight, between her knees. His hands went to the open waistband of her slacks, and he raised his head and looked in Victoria's eyes. She could see she was asking permission, and her mind moaned "Oh yes please," but she didn't say anything, just smiled and nodded her hand, shifting up a little in the chair, to take pressure off her back. But nothing, she knew, would take the pressure off her belly and inside there and-there-except-. She waited, wondering a little how IT could be done with her sitting in the chair the way she was. She threw that thought out, trusting Greg to know what would happen next. What happened next was that Greg started sliding her slacks down over her hips, she raised her bum to let him slide the slacks off under her and he pushed them down to her ankles, where she tried to kick them off, but couldn't and she let him take them down over her feet and something in her was pleased that he carefully placed them on the floor, rather than just flung them away. Now, before Greg's eyes, was the wonder of her body, virtually naked down to her hips, and from there to the tops of her thighs covered in the taut deep-red fabric of her panties. He knelt up, and kissed them, his lips pressing the fabric into her bush, he could feel the sponginess of the hairs under the material, he smelt the smell of the material and beneath it the hint of other scents, the impossible-to-describe-in-words scent of an aroused woman, he heard a sharper, soft little "Oh'. He lifted his head and gazed down at the crotch of her panties. Down there, nearly at the base of what he could see, a small piece of the fabric was darker than the rest, moist, and he started to believe that what was happening here would go further than his gentle fondling of her body. His hands went to the band of the panties and gently slid them over her hips. Again Victoria lifted her arse from the seat, and Greg slid her panties down her legs and over her feet. She gasped a little as she lowered her pretty bum back on the chair; never had she felt a chair bare against the skin of her arse before. Greg looked at what was directly in front of his eyes. It was all so beautiful. On her mound-quite a high, pronounced mound-was a bush of the same mid-brown hair as on her head. It wasn't particularly thick, but the tiny curls rested there so invitingly, he leant forward and kissed them, at the same time deeply inhaling through his nose to take in the scent of them. At the base of this beautiful brown triangle the hood of her clit stood out, her clitoris erect and ready. The lips of her cunt (he always used that word, though he would never say it out loud in front of Victoria-somehow he was sure she wouldn't like it) were sweetly reddish pink, the top of them, where they folded over to her clitoris, the lower parts of the lips very slightly open, and around her entrance glistening, with the fluids she had felt working within her from all the things Greg was doing. Then there was the sweet skin below the lips around the base of her entrance, that sweet little patch of skin that curved away to her arsehole, and Greg was sure that was beautiful too. It was when Greg leant forward again and she felt his lips kissing her clitoris that Victoria realised what it was he planned to do, and there was another sharp "Oh" and she pushed back a sense of panic because she had never liked this (one guy had actually bitten it, hard, and it had really hurt, and she had not allowed this since.) But this was different, and the feeling that tingled through her when Greg's tongue slid around her clit and then up through her bush stopped all her concerns. Greg let his tongue roam around Victoria's bush, tasting the hairs and pressing his nose into them and sniffing again, then his tongue slid slowly up her belly, above the hair line, across her lower belly to her navel, where it slid in and licked around the inside of that sweet little hollow. At the same time his hands moved up Victoria's calves and behind her knees, then under her thighs to mid-way up there, where the chair got in the way, and as his tongue licked and tickled at her navel, he moved his right hand to the inside of her thigh, fingertips gliding along the soft sensitive smooth skin, and then rested at the very top of the inside of her thigh, hairless here, as it was around her lips, ( he assumed she kept it manicured there because of all the swimming and bathers and so on) and he let them dangle for a time on the inside of Victoria's thigh, just those few tiny centimetres from her entrance. Victoria had opened her thighs as far as the arms of the chair would let her, and the little "Oh" s had started to become almost a tune "Oh oh mm oh oh mmm" and she felt his fingertips so close to her, and she wanted at least one of them inside her, and pressed her hips lower on the chair. Greg slid his tongue down across her belly again, back to her mound, licked around the outer slope of it, kissing and licking at it, his tongue dancing at the sharpness of the prickly stubble there, then he moved his mouth, his lips enclosed the point of her mound, trapping her clit inside his lips, and his tongue licked at it, moving across and around it, moving it, left and right, up and down, left and right, up and down, around and around her clit, over and over, and Victoria was pressing herself against his mouth and the "Oh mm" increased in frequency, along with a burbling at the back of her throat, and one hand went into his hair, pushing his face into her bush and vulva, and Greg's fingers moved from her thigh, and one of them found her entrance, and pressed into it, felt the wetness there, and he knelt up a bit, and pressed his middle finger into her, into the warm tight wetness of her cunt, and he pressed it in, as his tongue continued its flicking of her clit and then he pulled his face back and looked up at Victoria's and her eyes were closed and her free hand clutching at her breast and he could hear her moaning. He took his finger from inside her, it sounded as if she groaned, put his face back there again and slid his tongue up her slit, starting at the special little patch of skin, licked around that, then pressed his tongue into her entrance, used his fingers to hold it open and pushed his tongue into her entrance, tasting her, ordering his memory to permanently store every taste and scent and feel. Then his tongue left her entrance, and glided up her slit, across the little pee-hole, one little drop of her pee getting on his tongue, he licked it to the back of his throat, loved it, licked around her clitoris again, pressing his tongue and mouth against the vulva that Victoria was pressing back against his mouth. Her back was arched now and she was trembling and there was "Oh mmm Oh" interspersed with "Ah yea" and other words not completed and a gurgling in her throat and her thighs were grabbing at the sides of his head and pushing her hips down at him "Yes," she thought somewhere in her mind "nearly...now." Greg could feel all the rising tension in Victoria and his erection hurt and there had already been one little spit into his jocks and he was more interested in helping Victoria's release but even so his young man's mind couldn't help thinking how to get her onto her back, and the fear that if he suggested that, he would spoil what was happening now. He knelt up straighter, taking his lips and tongue from her slit after giving it one last kiss and his mouth closed over her breast, pressing his lips into the firm softness of it, while one finger, then two, entered her, felt her cunt clutching at his fingers, pulling them in, felt her entrance give way for them. Greg pressed these two fingers up inside Victoria, she felt the pressure of them inside her and flexed, squeezing on them, as his fingertips, both of them, found the little rough patch inside Victoria and pressed at it, then started rubbing it, pushing against it, feeling the wetness around them increase. Greg's tongue flicked and licked at Victoria's nipples, taking turns with each now, nuzzling his nose into the flesh of her breasts, inhaling deeply the scent of them as his fingers continued and increased their pressure on the little rough patch, and the "Oh mm" had become one long word now "Ohhhhhhmmmmmohhhhhh" and Victoria thrust her hips at his fingers and he felt her cunt tighten even more, and her hands were frantic in his hair, and she arched towards him, her hips, her cunt, lunged at his fingers and she went "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhfuck|" and fell back in the chair, and Greg nuzzled his nose and face between her breasts, his tongue slid back over her belly, glided around her mound and flicked up and down her slit, his fingers out now, his tongue slid up and down and he pressed his nose into her entrance and sniffed at the delightful scent of it and he felt drops of moisture against his cheeks, and he sat back on his heels and looked up at Victoria and her eyes were closed and she was panting and he looked at the chair and there were little spots of wetness there between her thighs. Victoria opened her eyes and smiled at him, her breathing starting to slow, and she watched him lick up the little drops which she knew had come out of her onto the chair, and her body trembled in little aftershocks and she thought this was the first orgasm she had had in ages, and now she wanted another one, immediately. It occurred to her that the door wasn't locked. She pushed the chair back a little from Greg and stood up, smiling at him to reassure him that there was nothing wrong, nothing whatever, ever. She was conscious of the trembling of her body, the unsteadiness she felt on her legs, the little drips she could feel falling from her onto the insides of her thighs, of the fact that that part of her which was the centre of Greg's attention, as it was the centre of hers, was directly at his eye level. He can smell me, she thought, loving that he could. Still trembling she walked across the room to the door, flicked a switch that told anyone outside that music was recording and they should not enter, locked the door and walked back to where Greg was still kneeling, looking at her. He'd watched her walk to the door, the cheeks of her arse swinging seductively under the unbuttoned blouse, the creases between those cheeks and the tops of her thighs so suggestive. Now he watched her walk back. Victoria had flicked the blouse open so he could see her breasts moving as she did, not so much bouncing as undulating gently, the nipples fully erect and pointing out at him from the apex of her breasts, her almost but not quite flat belly, beautifully rounded, the mound of brown hairs not being at all modest as she walked back, his eyes fixed at the base of it, as her legs moved the hints of the aroused lips peeking out, and his erection hurt even more. Victoria walked and stood beside him, beside his shoulder, as his body still faced the chair, but his face was still turned to her, and she relished how his eyes moved up and down her body, taking her in, admiring her. Then she lay down, perpendicular to him, lay flat on her back, her feet just touching his knee, lay down with her legs together, flat on the floor. She looked down and across at him, between her breasts, which still rose and fell with her unsteady breathing, smiled, then raised her knees, pulling her feet back and out and let her thighs fall open, parting for him, showing him all that was between them, inviting him to be between them. Knees raised, thighs open, conscious of the throbbing she could feel inside her there between her thighs, in her belly, all through her body. Greg looked at her as she lay down, his eyes trying to capture permanent images of the whiteness of her trim thighs, the paleness of her belly, the contrast of all those sweet brown hairs against the colour of her skin, the way the hairs disappeared between the tops of her closed thighs. Knowing now that Victoria intended to take this as far as he wanted it to go, he watched as she opened her legs, lifted them and her thighs fell open, inviting him. He smiled back at her, swivelled around so that he was kneeling between her feet, and unbuckled his belt, his eyes unable to move from the glistening of her lips, the little drops of fluid on the skin around them, the lips of her cunt erect, waiting, her entrance slightly open, a suggestion of inside her between the erect gleaming lips. Victoria watched Greg watching her. He undid his trousers, pushed them and his jocks down to his knees, she looked at his cock, it looks so hard she moaned, wider than she had seen before, jumping as he shuffled on his knees up between her thighs, as he moved over her she felt the tip of it sliding along the inside of her thigh, she felt its little stickiness as it brushed along her thigh, and she felt a tiny stickiness spit inside her, I am so wet, her mind whimpered in anticipation. Resting his hands down beside her hips, Greg looked down at Victoria, so aware of how close his cock now was to her entrance. Victoria reached down, before she had always waited for the man to insert himself, but she wanted to touch it, her fingers curled and closed around his cock, it feels so hot and hard she thought, she gave it the tiniest squeeze, and guided his cock to her entrance, she felt it hot against her own heat-that's my cunt, a little voice said in her brain-then as she felt the tip at her entrance she pressed her hips down, and the head of his cock was inside her, and she let go of it and put her hands up to his arms. For a moment Greg didn't move, letting his mind and cock feel the heat and moistness and tightness of her entrance, clutching against him. He moved, and felt the walls of her cunt opening as he pressed his cock into her, slowly, determined to savour every sensation and second of being inside her, pressed his cock its full length up into her, at the same time lowering his body, feeling her belly hot against his. Victoria gasped at the feel of him fully in her, and she clenched the muscles there, squeezing at him, feeling him fill her, and her hips started moving back at him. Her arms went up across his back and she pulled him to her, his chest pressing against her breasts, belly against his, pushing her mound up at his. Greg moved in her in response to her hips moving at him, pressed deep into her, withdrew half his cock, then pressed in again, deep and full length, then back out again, sliding back out again, all her moistness slick and silky against his cock, her lips tight around it as he moved, then fully back in again, pressing into her, looking down at her face, her eyes closed, lips open, he looked at her teeth, her skin flushed a deep pink, no longer the little "Oh"s and "Mm"s but now a regular "Ah!" as each time his cock went its full length into her, and a little sigh as he withdrew part way, ready for the next push into her. It seemed to Victoria as if each push into her Greg made she could feel his cock, the hot swollen head of it, trying to push through her cervix deeper into her, each of those deep thrusts opening her up completely, her lips stretched by his unusually wide cock, the hardness of it opening her as she had never felt so opened before, a thought "this is so good" floated through her mind that had given up all inhibition in surrender to the intense pleasure that was surging through her body and mind in waves and she didn't feel in the least embarrassed by the little slurp-slurp noises that her cunt-yes, my cunt-was making, and the little air noises as Greg withdrew from her partly, then pressed back deep into her again and again, and at each of those she felt his balls banging against her bum and she wanted them in her too, she wanted all of him inside her, and her back arched higher and her arse and hips pressed down to meet him pressing into her, and at the back of her throat a soft, savage gurgling in harmony with her "ah...ah...ah". Greg raised himself off Victoria's belly and breasts, his arms stretched out, supporting his weight on his hands as he began a series of short half-thrusts into her, each withdrawal bringing the head of his cock almost back out to her entrance, then half in, the tip of his cock brushing the little rough patch, then out to her entrance, then back in again, a dozen times, then a thrust full length into her, pressing deep, holding his cock fully in her, then back out, half-thrust, over and over, then full depth back into her again, slamming into her now, hearing his balls thumping at her arse, feeling the tight wet heat of her around his cock, feeling little spits of fluid spurt from her onto his balls and thighs, she had raised her knees higher, and was gripping at his legs with her thighs, he looked down at her all the while, her eyes closed, face and chest and breasts flushed deep pink and he knew he couldn't wait much longer, but he had to, he had to wait for Victoria this was so good. Victoria opened her eyes and looked into his, his face red and flushed and she gripped his upper arms with hands that felt as frantic as the rest of her, she squeezed against his thighs with hers, pushed her hips down at him, pressed hard down against the cock that was pushing into her so wonderfully, so forcefully and yet so powerfully gently, and she could feel an enormous wave rush through her, a torrent of pleasure erupted in her brain, the gurgling in her throat roared and her body roared and she cried out louder "AH!" and the release washed across and through her body and she gripped at Greg, her thighs her hands her cunt gripped at him as the orgasm exploded in her, and it felt so good. Greg felt how close Victoria was, he looked deep into her eyes, then all around his cock was so much tighter, so much wetter, so much hotter, and she had come with that "AH!" and with an "UH!" of his own his whole body tightened and his cock screamed in ecstasy and he felt the wet heat flood through his cock and erupt into her, and the pressure in his cock threatened to split it wide open and his fluids burst into her, hot and wet and thick, mingling and swirling with the hot wet fluids inside her, and he moaned with delight and lowered to his elbows and Victoria felt a new wave of heat inside her as his thick white fluid erupted into her and she could feel it washing all through her body and she pulled him flat onto her and locked her feet on the backs of his legs and her arms wrapped across his back and she squeezed him to her and she clenched her cunt on his cock and smiled a smile that didn't want to go away. For a full minute they lay like that, each feeling the trembling breathing of the other, each conscious of the heat of the other, each feeling the quivering of the other as their bodies savoured the feelings they had just had, and slowly calmed down, but very slowly, and Victoria knew she would quiver like this for ages because she had never felt this way before, and Greg became conscious of his weight on her, and gently lifted himself up, but not wanting to pull away so soon, not wanting to give the impression of well-that's-it-then. Through the daze of pleasure Victoria remembered where they were, and the difficulties that would arise if they were found in this situation. She wanted Greg to lie on her for hours, she wanted to feel his cock inside her, he still felt hard, and she sensed that if they lay like that for much longer her hips would start moving again, and she knew he would respond, and she knew that if, just now, she had another orgasm like the one she had just had, it would be hours before she would feel confident enough to walk, and she decided she would ask him back to her place for the night, then remembered she couldn't, and wondered could she ask to go home with him. Workplace Relations Ch. 01: In the Music Studio It occurred to Greg too that they couldn't really stay as they were for much longer, and he felt his cock softening in satisfaction, and he wondered if he dared ask her to spend the night with him, and when she whispered "we'd better go" he nodded in agreement, he lifted himself and his cock slipped out of her with an intense feeling of taut pleasure that hurt. Victoria felt Greg's cock leave her, and she felt the deep tingling in her and the change in sensations between her thighs, and she watched as he kneeled up, about to pull his jocks back up, but his eyes still looking between her legs, the heated wet silky stickiness between her thighs, her bush soaked in sweat, as his was soaked in the fluids she had ejected in her orgasm. Victoria did something then that she had never voluntarily done-she sat up, took his soft resting cock in her hand, knew exactly why it felt so hot and sticky, and she leaned forward and kissed the tip of it, then put the head of it in her mouth, and was surprised, and very pleased, when a little spit of thick white fluid jumped into her mouth from his cock, and she swished it around in her mouth, then swallowed it, and loved the taste and texture and told herself soon she would swallow much more of it. She reached past him to where her panties and slacks were, picked them up, trembling again as she felt the tip off his cock brush her breast as she had leaned across, and one hand closed around his cock again and she rubbed the tip of it gently against her nipple, hoping for another after-spurt from it, but none came and she put away in her mind an idea of him coming all over her breasts, and of how to arrange that to happen, and she knew he wouldn't mind. Greg felt a soft surge in his belly as her hand held his cock against her breast, and he looked at the arch of her back as she knelt across in front of, in an all-fours-type position. She had a sweet white arse, and his fingers glided softly down her back, along her spine, and he felt her tremble, and for a few moments he cupped the right cheek of her arse, and it felt so fine and firm and smooth against his palm, and he wanted to kiss it, but now was not the time. A strong tremor had washed through Victoria as Greg stroked her back and then touched her bum, which for some reason seemed to her a more intimate part of her than between her thighs at that moment, and she was glad that he had touched it, and liked the way he did. But she also sensed now that they had pushed their luck far enough as far as being in the office building was concerned, and there were of course still people there, and it was getting close to when the very nice cleaning lady would knock on the door and ask if it was all right to come in and start. So, still not totally trusting her legs, Victoria stood up and pulled on her panties. She watched Greg watching her do that, then he too stood up, and she watched the shy dangling of his cock before he adjusted himself, put it away in his jocks and pulled his trousers back up. For the first time, she liked looking at a cock. She pulled her own slacks back on, and Greg reached for her bra. Victoria took her blouse off, making putting the bra back on easier, and she let Greg do that, liked the gentle way he enclosed her breasts-which still felt so sensitive-in the cups, she liked the way he went behind her and did her bra up, the way he then put his arms around her, his hands on her belly, and kissed the back of her neck. My goodness, she thought, after all we have just done, that is the first kiss between us. How odd, and how delightful-so much intimacy and our mouths are still to meet. It added even more to the specialness of what had happened. Victoria finished dressing, gathered her jacket and her bag, checked nothing was left behind, noticing a little patch of dampness on the floor where she had been lying-hopefully the cleaner would think she had spilt a drink-she looked at the patch again, trembled at what it meant, smiled and felt another tingle of delight flash through her body. Then they left the room, and walked to the elevator, keeping a 'respectable' distance between them. They didn't dare in the elevator, nor as they walked across the lobby, but once out on the street, walking to where she had parked her car, Victoria and Greg held hands, and talked about what sort of dinner they would buy to take back to his place. *****