0 comments/ 59389 views/ 3 favorites Office Doldrums (Sheri Ch. 1) By: Lykan She'd been here about a month when I walked into her office that day. It was usually just the two of us in the office together. She worked part time around her schedule at the local junior college while I worked full time. It was a family run business with me being the owners' eldest son. I had the book smarts of my family's generation so I was put in the office as an estimator. It was usually a boring job, until they hired her. "Her" was an exquisite brunette by the name of Sheri. She was an expressive young woman only four years my junior. She had straight flowing hair that never seemed to tangle, no matter how much she played with it. Hazel eyes, and cupid bow lips. Her body matched perfectly with near C cup breasts, long legs, slender hips, and an ass that swung hypnotically when she walked. I was quite surprised my folks had hired her. They were considering her or a homely looking 40-something to fill the position. They seemed to be at a draw when they asked my opinion, which was a mistake, of course, because I was thoroughly biased. I argued all the logical points of who to hire and of course almost all of them pointed to this gorgeous creature, Sheri. I of course never mentioned the true reasons I wanted to see her hired: I wanted some eye candy around the office and I wanted someone close to my own age to talk to for a change. I was happy, no, ecstatic, when my folks hired her. And I still was a month later when I walked into her office and found her playing yet another game of solitaire. Her job, and mine for that matter, had its exciting times, but there were a lot of boring times as well, and this was one of them. She looked up as I walked in. I couldn't help but smile into those beautiful eyes. She really was attractive and I envied her boyfriend in a selfish, chauvinistic kind of way. I walked to her and laid a small pile of papers on her desk next to her. "Could you enter these invoices when you get a chance? No rush." She nodded and I watched her play. I mean, I watched her play. I sat on the edge of her desk to make myself more comfortable and also to get a better angle at the blouse she was wearing. "How are the solitaire gods treating you today?" "Like crap," she sighed, "How do you do it?" "Do what?" "Do your job every day and not go totally insane from boredom?" I chuckled a bit. This was the perfect setup for a sarcastic reply and my mind was already in the gutter from watching her. "I jerk off at least once a day at work." I curled my lip up at the corner to let her know I was joking, but her eyes still shot into mine trying to find the truth of what I'd just said. Too many years of poker had taught me not to give anything away with my eyes. I chuckled again and left the room. I was lost in my work back in my own office when about an hour later I heard a quiet knock on my door. I never shut my door so whoever it was was simply being polite. I called for the person to come in and Sheri came around the corner with a strange look on her face. "You don't have to knock, Sheri, you know that." "Well, I just didn't want to interrupt you in...in a private moment." And I'd smash my thumb with a hammer if I didn't think she was blushing. "Private moment?" I whispered to myself. I'd totally forgotten what I'd told her earlier but it came rushing back in perfect clarity. "Oh! That! I was joking earlier. I'm sorry, I should have made it more clear." Her shoulders seemed to slump a little and she nodded slowly and started heading back towards my door. "Wait a minute," I said to stop her. She looked up at me slowly and I could swear that I saw... "Are you disappointed?" She shrugged, "I don't know. I...I just thought that if you did, well you know, that.... that maybe I could watch." I still have a bruise on my chest from where my jaw hit it. I could tell from her expression that that wasn't quite the reaction she wanted from me. I had to think fast, but my mind was still trying to disengage the parking brake. I couldn't believe that one of the most beautiful young women I'd ever known, and certainly the most beautiful woman I'd ever worked with, just asked to watch me masturbate. An act I hadn't even performed since I was a kid trying to figure out his hormones. "I haven't masturbated in years," I told her. Before she could interrupt, "But, I would certainly start again if you want me to." She looked torn. As if she were fighting some internal struggle. "Look, I'm not a mind reader," I told her, "but I do know we could work up some kind of trade if you'd like." She smiled a little. "Like what?" It was my turn to shrug. "Well, if I'm going to jerk off I'm going to need some stimuli..." I let my eyes roll into hers and then down her body. She shifted from foot to foot uncomfortably and looked at the floor. "I...I have a boyfriend and I don't want to cheat on him. So I won't have sex with you." My laugh must have caught her off guard because her eyes shot up to my face. "I don't want sex. I don't think your some kind of tramp willing to turn a trick to get what she wants (author's note: not that that's a bad thing). There are sexier things than sex that you could do for me." This time I couldn't help it as my eyes rolled down her light blue summer blouse and knee length matching skirt. I rubbed my chin thoughtfully and looked at my toes for a couple seconds. When I looked up she was all eyes and ear for me. "I want you to flash me." I don't know what she was expecting, but this probably wasn't it. She looked around my office hesitantly and tugged at the bottom of her blouse unconciously, "You mean right now?" "No, not necessarily. Just thoughout the day I'd like a panty flash now and again, maybe part of your bra, or whatever else you are or aren't wearing under you outer clothing." She seemed to like that, "And if I continue to flash you for other days you'll let me watch you jerk off again." I tilted my head to the side a bit as if thinking and then slowly nodded. "Fair enough, you give me plenty of flashes, I'll give you plenty of shows." If she'd been younger I think she would've clapped her hands and squealed, but she wasn't, so her face just flushed with excitement. I looked around the office and tried to think of anything that was important enough to do immediately and couldn't find anything. "So, when do you want to get started?" I asked. She beamed at me with one of the most dazzling smiles I've ever seen. "Right now." Unbelievably amazing couldn't describe what I was feeling right then. This gorgeous young beauty offering me visions of her flesh while all I had to do was jerk myself in front of her. Maybe not the best deal ever, but it would definitely liven up the work day. "Okay," I said standing up,"have a seat in my chair and I'll be right back." I walked out of the office and down the short hall to the bathroom to get some paper towel. I was a little out of practice for the act, but I still knew there'd be a mess afterwards. I came back into the office and she was sitting in the chair just like I'd told her to. She seemed disappointed, "You still have your clothes on." "You'll have to excuse me, but this is the first time for me, too. So why don't we start small." I walked past her to my desk and took a seat on the edge of it. She spun the chair to follow me and smiled her appreciation when she saw my perch. In total, it put her face about a foot and a half away and about four inches above my groin where I sat on the desk. "Are you ready?" She looked up at me and nodded. Her amazingly expressive eyes showed a strong curiousity. With eyes like those I just knew I had to play poker with her sometime. And I could think of a few variations she might like. As for her curiosity, that was infectious. I leaned back and rested one hand on the desk behind me while I used the other to stroke my manhood through my shorts. I wasn't quite hard yet. I had a few inches to go before I was at full mast. Her eyes watched my hand travel up and down the front of my shorts. "Why are you interested in watching me jerk off if you have a boyfriend?" Her eyes looked up into my face but quickly snapped back down when I started unzipping my fly. I unzipped slowly, trying to tease her a little. "It's like you said, there are sexier things than sex. All my boyfriend wants is sex. And then more sex. Sex is good, but I need something more." I nodded. Not that she'd noticed because she was now watching as I pushed the waistband of my underwear down to free my cock. I had to use my second hand to pull my shorts up so I wouldn't tear myself on the zipper as I pulled the length of my manhood into view. She was enraptured. Maybe there was something of an exhibitionist in me because I was starting to get turned on with the way she looked at me. I started sliding my hand over the shaft of my manhood. "Our agreement," she nodded as I grabbed the base of the shaft in my fist leaving only a few inches and the head exposed. "The more innocent you do the flashes the more turned on I'll get." Her eyes flashed up to mine for a split second and then back down to my cock where I was beginning to pump it. She mumbled something that sounded like an agreement. "Although the outright blatant flashes will get me going as well, but I prefer the 'accidental' flashes." She nodded slightly again and I started to fall into a rhythm as I pumped up and down. The more I talked to her the more I became turned on, and I was definitely going to need a little more help from her in that department before I was able to give her the main show. "Do you wear underwear?" She looked up at me surprised. She recovered and nodded. "What kind? You have to help me out here. You're sexy and all, but it takes a little more than that to set me off." A smile spread across her lips. "I should say that I usually wear underwear, sometimes I don't." She paused for a minute when my cock gave an answering throb. Her eyes developed the look of a cat watching a bird as she continued. "I wear all kinds though. Usually depends on whether I'll be with my boyfriend or not. If I'm not, I'll wear full cotton briefs. If I am going to be with him, I like to wear thongs, bikinis, or anything skimpy and sexy." Our whole conversation had taken quite some time. By now my rhythm had sped up and I knew I was close to the edge. I looked down at her blouse and could just see the top of her lacy bra underneath. I thought about cumming on those pert breasts and that's all it took. I desperately grabbed the paper towels and held them below and away from my cock so she'd have a good view of the show. With a loud grunt my first jet of sperm launched from my cock and mostly landed in the towel. The part that missed shot by and landed in a perfect bubble in between the curves of her breasts. Already in the middle of my load the sight of that cum smacking her chest made me cum that much harder and she watched with open excitement as my body turned itself inside out and poured out the small opening at the head of my cock. After an eternity of mind splitting pleasure the last of my jizm oozed out the end of my cock. I wiped up the last dribble with the now soaked towel. I sighed appreciatively. She watched me clean myself and then leaned back in the chair. I smiled wistfully and pointed at her chest where the first of my brave soldiers had landed themselves and said, "The ones that got away." She looked down and saw the sticky fluid on her chest just above the curves that had set me off. She reached up with an index finger and wiped at the small mess. She held it out in front of her as if undecided about what to do with it. She looked up at me sheepishly and then wiped her finger on a corner of the towel. "Excuse me a moment," I said and stood up for the bathroom with my shriveling cock still hanging out the front of my shorts. I finished cleaning the mess up, flushed it all, and then washed my hands. By the time I got back to my office she was coming out, "I didn't realize how long that took. I have to finish those invoices and then get to school or I'm going to be late. Thank you for the show." "You're welcome." She hurried down the hall to her office and I entered mine and sat down at my desk in a daze. Part of it was post-orgasm, but most of it was knowing that this hottie would be showing me her underclothing or less at later times. That is, if she upheld her end of the bargain. She very easily did not have to. In which case I had just beat my meat for a girl who would probably quit in a week and file sexual harassment suits the week after. I frowned and shoved the thoughts to the back of my head. They wouldn't get me anywhere, and I still had work to do. A half hour later I heard a quiet knock at my door again. I turned in my chair to answer. Sheri came into my office with a hand holding her belly like she had just eaten a full meal. She leaned her body against the wall near the door and said, "That was so erotic. You'll do that for me again?" I smiled and nodded. "Anytime you want, provided that you hold up your end of the bargain." It was her turn to smile. "I'm holding it up right now. I'll see you tomorrow." "I think I am the one who will be looking forward to seeing you." If the devil ever had a sexy smile, it was the smile she gave me as she turned for the door. When she turned I realized why she'd had a hand on her stomach. If she hadn't her skirt would've fallen down! The back was unzipped to below her buttocks and the light blue cotton clad globes of her tight ass hung out in perfect view. I gasped involuntarily at the sight. She looked at me again with that smile and disappeared out of view for the day. Office Doldrums (Sheri Ch. 2) The next morning we got to work at the same time. I unlocked the door and swung it open for her. "How was school?" "Tough," she said, "I couldn't really concentrate." "Boyfriend on the mind, huh?" She glanced at me but didn't meet my eye. "No, not him. A different guy." Okay, I'm not that daft. I had a good idea she was talking about me. "Well, that makes two of us. I sort of got my mind blown away yesterday as you left." I decided for a topic change. "What's in the bag?" I asked, nodding my head towards a small gym bag she had hanging by a strap from one shoulder. "You'll see," is all she said. Suddenly I really hoped I would. She sat down at her desk and slid the bag out of sight under it. "Is there anything you need from me right away this morning?" That's when I noticed she was wearing a red tank top that was maybe one size too big for her. I couldn't see any extra straps on her shoulders so she must have been wearing a strapless bra or none at all. Sheri was also wearing a loose summer skirt with small pink and red flowers on it that hung just below mid-thigh. A pair of not quite sensible high heels finished the outfit. Combined with her gorgeous figure the outfit was absolutely stunning. I think we both noticed my extra long pause. "No," I finally stammered, "I don't think there's anything I need right away." "Okay," she replied matter-of-factly and leaned forward to adjust the strap on her shoe. When she did the top of her body bent towards me and her top pulled down under the weight of glorious gravity. From where I was standing and she was sitting, I could definitely see that she was wearing a white strapless bra which supported those wonderful melons. I stood entranced watching them wiggle slightly as she adjusted her shoes. I was slightly disappointed when she straightened back up. It must have shown because she smiled and said, "Just give me a call whenever you need something." "Likewise," I replied and turned back to my office. I could see our little deal would be turning out quite nicely. About an hour later I decided I needed some spelling help. I didn't really need the help, but I figured an excuse to see Sheri was all the help I needed. I called her back into my office and when she came through the door I immediately realized she had removed the bra. Her breasts hung a little lower than they had earlier and her nipples were very noticeable through the thin material of her top. She was spinning a pen through her fingers when I asked her the words I needed spelled. She gave me the spellings, which I knew already, and I turned to type them in. I had just about finished my corrections when I heard the pen drop behind me. I struck the last key and turned in time to find her stooping over to pick up the pen, which once again gave me a glorious view down her shirt, this time sans bra. Gravity was again a kind friend as it pulled her top down and sucked those beautiful breasts downward and hung them in wondrous space. I leaned forward a bit to try to get a better view, but still her nipples were hidden behind the halter top. I was disappointed when she started to straighten but she seemed to trip a bit as she did so and she had to plant her hand heavily on the ground in front of her to stop from falling over. The movement was enough to cause those perfect breasts to sway heavenly from side to side a little. After what seemed an hour, but still too short a time, she stood up. I looked into her eyes and very expressively said, "Wow. You are wonderful." Looking back down at me she said, "I know. I have to be to school by eleven. Is that too soon?" "Not for you, I imagine, but all too soon for me." Her smile was warm as she left the room. A little while later I heard that quiet knock on my door again. I called for her to come in and once again that vision of beauty named Sheri graced my office with her presence. "Is there something you need this time?" I smiled invitingly. She nodded so I stood up, "You'd better take my chair again, unless you want to be somewhere else?" With a shake of her head she took my seat. She was still braless and it took a real effort to not stand there all day and just stare down her top. "Just a minute," I said and made my trip for the towels. This time when I came back, I had already removed my shorts and just the tails of my shirt hung down to hide my briefs. I sat down on the edge of the desk and pulled myself up so that I sat in front of Sheri with my shirt tails still hanging down into my crotch, which still left my underclothing a mystery to her. I sat there for a while and watched her face. Finally she looked up at me and shrugged. I grinned and slowly unbuttoned the bottom three buttons of my shirt, still leaving my crotch covered. Her eyes followed my hands. Once I was done with the buttons I leaned back onto the desk and waited again. This time when she looked up she seemed a little impatient, "I have to be to school by eleven." "Patience. All good things come in time," I chided her, emphasizing the 'come'. I finally reached down and pulled the tails out of my groin and aside. Her eyes opened a little wider and an instant look of lust washed over her face. I was wearing a set of black narrow briefs that complimented my tanned skin and black hair nicely. Over the briefs I had a well toned stomach, not muscular, but definitely toned. Under the briefs the bulge that signified by manhood was beginning to grow and draw most of Sheri's attention. I reached down and stroked myself a bit through the material of my briefs. Before long my cock was nearly it's full size and shoving the waistband of my briefs upward. I lifted the band away from my stomach to relieve the pressure and set in back in place with the full head of my cock protruding above the undergarment. "You're bigger than my boyfriend," she confessed to me. "Really? I'm not that big as far as the average manhood goes." I began sliding the waist of my briefs down along the shaft of my penis. "You're not much longer than him, but you're definitely thicker. How big are you?" I stopped pushing my briefs down when I reached my balls. I fingered the shaft and pointed my cock at her nose so I could look at it. "About seven and a half inches long by a good two inches in diameter." Sometimes, having been a carpenter really pays off. She blushed a little. "Well, I've seen bigger, but I haven't had anything bigger. I wonder what it would be like?" Her eyes went kind of dreamy like she was trying to imagine it, but swiftly snapped back into focus when I slid my waistband down over my balls and left them hanging over the top. "Jeez!" she exclaimed, "No wonder you were able to shoot such a huge load yesterday!" I couldn't stop the grin, "You like 'em." She licked her lips in response and murmured, "mmmhhhmmm." That was all it took for me to get started. I grabbed my shaft firmly at the base and started pulling slowly up and down. I let her watch for a couple minutes before I said, "You seem to be quite the voyeur." Her eyes never left my movements as she replied, "Like you said, some things are sexier than sex. I just like watching men being pleasured, especially when they do it themselves. I'm not a lesbian, so watching a porno is a waste of time, the woman just gets in the way and they're always directed so women are the focal point. When the guy pulls out and jerks himself the rest of the way to climax, that's when I like the movie the best." "That's incredible." I increased my hand speed a bit. "So how'd you learn to be such an excellent exhibitionist?" "That's easy. I just know what guys like to see and it's then simply a matter to picking the proper body movement to match the clothes." I looked down and saw a small bead of precum forming at the tip of my cock. Smiling I bent my cock forward so she had a straight view at the tip and could see the precum forming. "For you," I told her. The look of lust that washed over her face was worth almost any price. Her eyes couldn't have been pried from my cock with a sawzall and crow bar. "While we're on the subject of clothing," I chuckled. I was relaxed and having fun. Playing with myself while flirting with this beautiful young woman just seemed to be natural. It was obvious that I'd bargained way too low of a price yesterday. I was now sure that this young vixen would pay any price for the shows I was giving her. I would have to make up for it later. "You know what color underwear I'm wearing. What color panties are you wearing?" She didn't even respond verbally, she simply scrunched lower in the seat and pulled her skirt up past her crotch. What lay beneath was a sight to behold. Covering a wonderful mound of what I was sure was a perfect twat was a lacy lavender pair of panties. They were sensibly solid through the crotch, but just above the crotch the lace took over. Underneath I could see that she shaved her pussy, but I couldn't tell how much. While I watched she pulled the skirt up higher, revealing her hips and the side strings of her panties. "Those are perfect," I whispered. In response, my cock let go of a drop of precum which landed on the inside of her thigh only a few inches from her panty clad pussy. She looked down into her crotch where I'm sure I could hear my cum sizzling. Slowly she slid the straps of her top off of her shoulders and pulled the front of her top down until the top half of her breasts were exposed. The material only seemed to be held up by her jutting nipples. "You are such a perfect vision of beauty," I hissed through clenched teeth. Beads of sweat were forming on my forehead and I knew I was close to shooting my load. Watching her closely she used her finger to wipe the inside of her thigh where my precum had landed. Holding it up on the tip of her finger where I could see it, she slid her finger into her mouth and sucked gently at the jewel. It was too much to take and I knew this orgasm was going to be even harder than yesterday. I reached desperately for the towels, but her hand was there to stop me. I looked back and her face was only inches from the purpled head of my cock. It was too much. My cock exploded. The first missile of cum launched from the end of my cock and spattered hard against her upper lip and cheek. She opened her mouth and the second spurt smashed into her lower lip while a small part of it landed just inside her mouth. By then she had the range and I spurted myself past her waiting lips. She looked down in complete lust as I shot load after load of jizm into that tender mouth. When I was just about spent I heard a moan of lust issue from her that redoubled the force of the last few jets and caused them to smack against her cheek and chin. Finally spent, I sagged where I sat above her. Her eyes rolled back in pleasure and she tipped her head back. With her mouth still open she rolled my not inconsiderable load of sperm around with her tongue, pushing it forward and backward in her mouth. Finally she pulled her tongue back and looked up into my eyes. "Kiss me," she demanded, which caused a long thick glob of jizm to ooze from her mouth, off her chin, and out sight. Neither of us looked to see where it went. I was taken back in surprise. Here was one of the most erotic visions I had ever seen, and she was asking me to do something I had never even considered doing in any of my wildest dreams. She must not of liked my hesitation because she stood and leaned towards me, "Do it." "This isn't my kind of thing. It's going to cost you." "Anything," she murmured. Then our lips touched and her tongue lanced into my mouth. At first my tongue tried to crawl down my throat but I soon stopped it and let it slide against hers, tasting the salty slickness of my own cum. She moaned and I knew what to do. I scraped my teeth slowly along her tongue. She moaned again. I sucked hungrily at her tongue, pulling it roughly into my mouth. Maintaining the suction I swirled her tongue around and licked at it from every angle. Finally when I couldn't maintain anymore I let go and slowly pulled back from her. Her eyes were still closed and her cheeks were flushed under my drying cum. She opened her eyes slowly and I could see the dilated pupils roll back to center from the top of her sockets. "That was so erotic," she breathed huskily. She looked down and my eyes followed to where she was lifting the hem of her skirt to reveal her lavender panties soaked a deep purple through the crotch. "I've never been so wet in my life." Her eyes were so clear when she looked at me that their normal hazel color looked melted into a golden honey. I grinned and grabbed my half stiff member. "There's still more if you want it." She seemed to debate for a minute then looked at the clock. "Ohmigosh!" she blurted and almost ran from the room. I half pulled my briefs up so I wouldn't trip and followed her down the hall to the bathroom where she was already washing the cum off her face. I stood behind her and watched her skirt lift towards the round globes of her ass where she bent over the sink. She looked in the mirror and saw where I was looking. Wistfully, she threw the back of her skirt up to her hips. I had a perfect view of her panty clad ass. Her panties were lace in back as well, just barely spreading past the crack of her ass. I sat down on the floor to have a better look and was rewarded with the sight of her soaked pussy through the thin material of her panties. They clung stickily to her pussy lips and I could just see the outline of her sex through the material. She spread her legs a bit further for my benefit and I sat entranced as her panty clad ass and pussy swung before my face. I wanted nothing more than to just bury my tongue and face in that soaked vagina, but held back for fear of spoiling a good thing. Instead, "I could watch this all day," I said in the dreamiest voice I could manage. "You'll have to come to school with me if you want to see more of it." That was an extremely tempting offer. "Nah, been there done that. Had my fill of it." She stood up straight and her skirt fell back into place like a curtain at the end of a play. I stood up and reached for the paper towels to clean myself up as she primped the last of her hair into place. She left the bathroom in a rush and I was left with my dick in hand, literally. I finished cleaning up then headed to her office where she was just coming out with her gym bag under her arm. "That was so great," she blurted as she reached the door. She stopped and looked back, "We'll have to do that again tomorrow. I don't have school at all so I'll be here all day." "I can't wait." That's when I noticed where my cum had gone when she told me to kiss her. I pointed at the center of her chest and said, "The ones that got away." She glanced down, grinned wickedly, and swiped the pioneering sperm off her chest and licked at her finger. She waved and headed out the door still sucking on her finger. Office Doldrums (Sheri Ch. 3) When I got to work the next day Sheri's car was already out front. Remembering the day before, I figured this just might be the best Friday I'd ever have. I almost felt like whistling as I got to the front door: which was summarily locked. Although odd, I figured maybe Sheri had had a friend pick her up and left her car there while they went out to breakfast. That wasn't too unusual for our office help. I unlocked the door and looked through the window that led into the receptionist's office. The answer to the locked door was instantly evident. Sheri was in the office leaned over a countertop. Which isn't singularly important because she sometimes stood up while she worked. She hated sitting all day. What did make it important is that she was facing away from me. Again, not that important, except that she was wearing a very tight, very short black mini skirt which was pulled a quarter way up the perfect curves of her ass. Which meant that I had a nice view of the matching black thong that hid sweetly in the crack of her ass. I was transfixed. As I watched she placed her right foot about six inches past shoulder width, and again the same with her left. Which left a clear view for me to see the thong wrapped through her groin and hugged tightly against that entirely desirable pussy. There was barely enough cloth in that thong to spread the width of her pussy. I wanted nothing more than to pinch the folds of the cloth together so it would slip up and inside the wet lips of her sex. I left the vision at the window and walked through the waiting room towards her office. When I got to the office she was sitting on the edge of the counter where she'd been working and had her legs apart with a very unladylike six inches between her knees. I couldn't help but gawk at that barely covered twat hiding under short skirt and thin thong. "Good morning," I choked out when I finally managed to rip my eyes away from her crotch and up to her eyes. "I had the most unbelievable day yesterday," she began, skipping the formalities. "First, there was you and what you did to me. Then, I was in such a hurry to get to school I totally forgot about my bra. I was halfway through class before I even noticed the absence. By then half the guys in the class were staring straight at my chest. It was so unbelievably erotic knowing all those guys were staring at my chest wishing for half of what I'd given you. It was hard not to pull my top down and give them a show, but I'd cum already with you and I was afraid of getting kicked out of school. I just barely managed to sneak into the ladies room and put my bra back on before my next class, not to mention a little masturbating of my own to calm me back down. "To top it off, my boyfriend met me right after school and drug me back to his apartment for a romp. It was so hard to not let him see my prestained panties. He would've been tyrannical. Then I fucked him so hard, and I kept my mouth pressed against his the whole time just thinking of you licking yourself off my tongue. With that stiff prick up my cunt and the thoughts of you I had two orgasms in row. I've never cum like that. I came so hard I thought I was going to pass out. It's just too bad my boyfriend thinks he's the only one to credit for it. I mean, don't get me wrong, he's an alright fuck, but thinking of you licking your cum off my tongue turned him into an instant super stud." That was one of the most erotic confessions I'd ever heard. I couldn't help but watch as she gushed out her story and her nipples tightened under the light blue, near sheer top. I also noticed the darker stain spreading across the thin material of her narrow thong. It was evident she'd had a very erotic day, body language like that doesn't lie. I leaned back against the wall near the door and simply watched as she dreamt of the day before. She was so damn hot in that tight top and short skirt. Add in the wet panties, jutting nipples, and the erotic confession, it was difficult not to just whip it out and cum right there. The look on her face was the most lustful I'd seen yet as she looked at me. Then I noticed she was looking straight at my crotch where I had unconciously begun rubbing myself. I gave her a wicked grin, "You still owe me." Her eyes flicked up to mine and then back down to my groin when I added a few more strokes. "What do you want?" By now she was slowly sliding her tongue back and forth across her lips. "Yesterday you said I could have anything." She moaned silently, half lust, and half caution at what I was saying. "Do you want me to do that for you again?" "Mmmhhhmmm," she moaned. "Then stay right here, I'll be right back." She looked disappointed when I pulled my hand away from my crotch, but I had to let her down if I was going to get what I wanted. I walked back to my office and swiftly grabbed my work/personal camera. It was a compact video recorder with a built in memory capable of allowing me to snap digital photos. A nice camera and perfect for work. Now I'd see how good it was for personal use. I walked back into the room with the camera in hand and she gave me a look suspicious enough to pry into my soul. "This is my payment," I told her matter of factly. "What?" She didn't seem to like the idea of including a video camera in our play much, but she'd made the bargain, not me. "I get to videotape and photograph you in any poses I want." She seemed to like that idea even less. "Look, I've got a TV/VCR unit in my office so this tape never has to leave the building. The photos are all digital so no one except you and me will ever see them." She still didn't like the idea. "Alright, how about I take a couple minutes of footage and a few pics and then you can tell me yes or no once you've seen it. Who knows, you might even like it." The look on her face screamed apprehension but she nodded anyway. I kept pushing, "Hey, I had to do something yesterday that I didn't necessarily like at first, now it's your turn." She nodded again and I hit the power switch on the recorder. "Relax." "I'm just afraid you're going to use the tape against me." "Against you? You mean like blackmail?" She nodded. "You can just chuck that idea. You are a gorgeous young woman with a full life ahead of you. The last thing in the world I would want to do is ruin that for you in the disguise of a few minutes fun used to alleviate the work day. Alright?" She seemed to relax a little through the shoulders and smiled at me. I gave her a heart warming smile back, "Ready?" Again she nodded and I raised the camcorder. "Why don't we start simple, that way you can find out if you like it or not. I pressed the record button and smiled, "You're on." That tension pulled back into her shoulders again, "I don't know what to do." "Sure you do. Everything that you use express your exhibitionism, do for the camera. Do it for me, like this little electronic device isn't even here." Once again the tension released from her shoulders. She smiled a nervous smile and pulled herself onto the edge of the counter so that her rear was only half on the countertop. She leaned back on her hands like I did for her during my show and slowly spread her knees apart. When her knees were nearly a foot and a half apart I whispered, "Hold it." I reached up on the camera and hit the button that would take a snapshot and place a three second display of the still on tape. The camera made an audible that sounded like a shutter click. Sheri was prompted to ask, "Was that a picture?" "Yes'm." "You can do that while videotaping?" "I'll show you when we're done." With the picture out of the way I zoomed in on the skirt and panties and was rewarded with an excellent view of that barely covered pussy and the shaved groin that was its home. I zoomed back out and she slowly slid off the counter which pulled at the skin tight material of the skirt until when she slipped off the edge her skirt was pushed half way up her hips leaving the bottom half of her panties exposed. Turning her back to me she bent over the counter and gave me much the same pose she had when I first walked in, only this time much more of her tight ass was exposed. I moved forward and crouched down giving myself a nice view into that pantied crotch and sweet ass. I snapped another picture. At the sound she looked over her shoulder and fixed me with a teasing smile which prompted me to snap another picture. The sight of her ass and pussy barely hidden behind that thong while she gave me that mouthwatering smile was too much for me. "Alright," I said, standing back up, "now for those wonderful breasts." She stood up and smoothed her skirt back into place. Turning to me she put her hands on the top of her shirt. The shirt was more a dance club type shirt, not a professional work shirt, but this wasn't a professional work moment either. She placed her hands at each shoulder and hooked her fingers under the material of the top. Slowly, inch by creamy white inch, she slid the material down until the top halves of her tits were exposed. When she had almost reached her nipples she leaned forward. "Hold it," I said and snapped a shot of those glorious curves. Sheri straightened back up and pulled her top back into place. She smoothed her hand down her skirt again and asked, "Good enough?" I nodded. "Give me a couple of minutes. I'll let you know when I have something for you." I could see her tongue probing towards her lips when I left the room. I went to my office and hooked the camera up to my computer. I put the cassette in the converter and loaded it into the VCR and hit the rewind button. I brought up the pictures on the monitor. They were priceless. How'd that commercial go? Part time secretary wages: $8/hr. VCR/TV unit: $80.00 Digital camcorder: $700.00 Your coworker half naked forever: Priceless. Time passed intermnably slow as I waited to call Sheri back. It's not that I had a lot of work, but I thought it would be nice to tease her for a while. Finally, when I'd had enough waiting, I reached for my phone to intercom her. Before I could punch in her number I heard a quiet knock on my door. "Just the person I was going to call," I said as she entered. I hung the phone back up and arched my eyebrows at her. "Well, what do you think?" "Let me see 'em." "Not yet, couple more pictures." I raised the camera which was still attached to my computer. "Step back and smile." I snapped the picture. "Good, now turn to the side. Good, and now face away from me. Nice. Okay, that's it." The wait for the pictures to transfer to my harddrive was almost unbearable. Finally they came up on screen and I first opened the frontal picture I had just shot. I looked over my shoulder to see her reaction. I couldn't really tell what she was thinking from her look, which was strange because she was normally very expressive. I went to the side view picture and she leaned forward, putting a hand on my desk so her face was only a few inches from mine where we viewed the screen. Next was the rear picture. Still no obvious expression from her. "Ready for the really good ones?" Her mouth tried to smile and frown at the same time, but she nodded anyway. First was the frontal picture with her crotch exposed. "That's a really nice thong. It was made just for your body." She smiled slightly and indicated that she wanted to see the next picture, which was the ass view. "That ass of yours is probably the tightest, sexiest piece of flesh I have ever seen." Next was the same view, only with her looking back over her shoulder. "That smile, combined with the view, would tempt any honorable man to become your dishonorable fornicater." Her smile widened and I went to the last and final pic, which was her breasts. "And those, are immaculate." I looked into her face and let my eyes deliberately drop down to her breasts where they dangled inside the tight top. "On to the video?" I didn't really think an invitation was necessary. I scooted back in my chair and stood up. She immediately took the seat I had just vacated and keyed through the pics like I had just done. I took my time walking over to the VCR. I figured the more time she had to see herself frozen forever the more chance she would like it. I finally pressed play. "It's on." She spun in the chair just in time to see the video start with her looking strained and uncomfortable in front of the camera. Soon our voices came back to us from the TV as the tape progressed. My attention was rapt on Sheri where she sat in my chair, and her attention was rapt on the video. Her expression soon changed and started sliding to the now familiar look of lust. By the end of the tape I was seated on the edge of my desk and stroking myself through the material of my shorts and briefs. I pressed the stop button on the remote but didn't stop stroking myself. She glanced at where I was stroking myself. "I never thought of video taping myself. I wish I had, it's very erotic." "And you can even combine it with your favorite passion. Would you like me to get off while watching you?" "That would be so unbelievably erotic." I unzipped my shorts and soon had my bare shaft out and in hand. I worked it slowly as she stared. I stroked myself carefully, taking my time to build to climax. After several minutes she noticed the sweat starting to form on my forehead and leaned forward. My cock lept to the fullest attention. She had her lips parted and she was still slowly descending on my manhood. Instant images of my cock buried in her face flashed into my mind. But it wasn't to be. Instead she pushed my hands away and very lightly kissed the tip of my cock, the merest butterfly flutter. Still, it was enough to cause a noticeable jump from my manhood. When she pulled away I saw what she was after. The shiny jewel of my precum shone of her lips. She leaned forward and placed a kiss against my lips, our tongues darted lightly against each other as we licked each other's lips and then she parted. "Get the camera ready." I couldn't disobey. Zipping myself back in I stood up. Shortly she came back into the room with a CD she placed in the portable radio I kept near my desk. She cued up a song, "When I come back and knock, press play on the CD and start recording with the camera." "As you wish." It was the only reply I could think of as the vision of beauty left my room. Presently I heard her travelling the hallway and heard the sound of the bathroom door shutting. I couldn't hear what she doing from where my office was, but I was more than willing to give her her privacy. I finished getting the camera ready and took a seat to patiently wait for her and whatever she had planned. My head filled with visions as I wondered what she would do, now that we had unlocked a new step in her exhibitionism. I quit wondering as soon as I heard the familiar quiet knock on the door. I took my cue and hit the play button on the CD and record button on the camera at the same time. Slow dance music with a solid beat started playing as she strutted through the door and took my breath away. She came through the door in a blouse that was a hair away from non-existent. Underneath it showed a sheer bra that held her barely C cup breasts perfectly. Beneath the heaven sent blouse was a plain white, pleated mini skirt which swayed hypnotically as she began to gyrate her hips. The outfit itself wasn't enough to entirely steal my breath, but the fact that every inch of it was soaking wet did. Her nipples, as yet previously unseen by me, jutted out prominently under the water soaked clothing. When she spun her body to the side I could've sworn they extended past those curvaceous mounds of flesh at least a half inch. I was almost tempted to go grab a tape measure, but her body totally tempted me to stay put. Sheri twirled lazily and slid her hands up over breasts, the pert globes of flesh squeezed up magnificently under the clinging fabric of the top. Gyrating her hips slowly she picked up on the hem of her skirt and slowly lifted it, revealing a pair of white cotton bikinis, which were as soaked and see through as the rest of her outfit. Underneath the soft material I could see that she had shaved her pubic hairs into a nice, narrow V, which pointed sharply to her sex. I sighed audibly at the first sight of the mysterious curves of her pussy. I let my lust show openly on my face, which must've encouraged Sheri because she thrust her hips forward and her shoulders back. Her glorious sex rolled into view but all too swiftly disappeared as she pushed her tummy forward and continued the motion until her shoulders reached vertical and then continued past until she set her hands on the arms of my chair and smiled point blank into the camera. I think I heard the camera cum. She stood back up and ran her fingers into her should length brown hair and gyrated her hips as she turned her back to me. Facing away from me she looked over her shoulder and dropped her hands to the zipper at the back of her skirt. I, in turn, dropped my free hand to my zipper. We unzipped at the same time. I reached in and pulled my throbbing member out over my briefs and through the fly of my shorts. She held the skirt up at the waist as she unzipped unbearably slowly. I zoomed in on her hand movement and I think the camera started smoking. Putting her feet shoulder width apart she locked her knees, and then slowly slid her skirt down down her legs. Her wet panties clung deliciously to the luscious mounds of her ass. She slid her skirt down and only bent at the waist, so from where I was sitting her pussy tilted into view very slowly under the globes of her ass. The lips of her sex were pressed tight against the sheer material of her panties, and I knew the gap in between was opened and wet, waiting for a cock or tongue to penetrate its lustful secrets. It was an aggressive pussy, I thought, with the lips mounding outward slightly and the hood jutting out beyond the lips slightly like a tongue licking off the sweet sugar at the corners of the mouth. When she was all the way bent I zoomed in to that magnificent honeypot and took a snapshot. She heard the click and bent her knees slightly. She stayed bent and waved her sex and ass in the air in front of me. I followed the movements loyally with eyes and camera. Sheri finally straightened and turned to look down at me, the camera, and my stiff cock. She placed her hands on the arms of my chair again and slowly kneeled between my legs. When she was finally settled she looked up and whispered huskily, "Your turn." I didn't waste any time complying. I cupped my incredibly stiff cock with my free hand and began pumping it. I zoomed in on her face which was now only inches from my cockhead. She looked up into the camera and ran her tongue along her upper lip. It was so erotic. Her tongue playing inches from where I was stroking her manhood, while her breasts were just visible through her see-through shirt and bra. The familiar sweat started to bead on my forehead and I knew I was about to blow my load all over her again. I started to moan towards my orgasm. She reached up and grabbed my wrist. I looked down at her with dazed eyes that had almost shut from the proximity to orgasm. She pulled my hand away from my steaming cock and set it on the arm of the chair. My cock bounced with the need for release. She watched its movements where it moved of its own accord, and I realized when I zoomed in with the camera, she was also watching the clear and slimy precum ooze out the end of my cockhead. When she thought I had sufficiently come down from the near climax she looked up at me and blew me a gentle kiss. I told her to do it again and swiftly snapped a shot with her eyes closed, and those rounded lips pursed together in a silent kiss. I could just imagine those lips sliding over the discolored head of my cock and wrapping around the shaft. Office Doldrums (Sheri Ch. 3) My cock jumped when she placed a few fingers at the base. I almost thought she was going to wrap her fingers around it, but she stopped with just the fingertips propping my cock at an angle where she could see it straight on. I couldn't resist. I reached out with my own free hand and slid it into the hair behind her ear and gently stroaked her skull there. She moaned and nestled her head against my hand. She reached up with her free hand and grabbed the back of my hand. She held it still, but she didn't take it away. She looked up into my and the camera's eyes and slowly extended her tongue out of her open and oh so lustful mouth. Dropping her eyes to my cock head she reached out with her tongue and very gently touched the hole where my cum was oozing down and under my cock. My cock leapt at the touch and I groaned audibly. She glanced up at me with a worried look which relaxed when she realized I wasn't going to cum. "Oh baby," I said. "My balls are boiling. I have got to cum." "Not yet," she replied and gave me a wicked grin. I wanted to cum so bad, but if the teasing felt this good I could wait forever. She lifted my cock high in the air and again her tongue came out. This time she licked under the sensitive head and slowly upward, cleaning my leaking jizm off my iron hard cock. She smiled around her extended tongue and I knew my cue. I set the camera on the desk pointed towards us and pulled her up gently with the hand that still rested in her hair. She slid up my body and her breasts bumped against the inside of my thighs. My cock leapt again and I could just imagine my shaft squeezed tightly between her tits while it jerked load after load of jizm into her sweet face. She must have had a similar thought because she tipped forward and lightly brushed the head of my cock with a breast, rolling the tip around a sheer clad nipple. I closed my eyes involuntarily and let a moan escape my lips. She pulled away and continued the journey upward until her head was slightly above mine. She then straddled my leg and lowered herself until we were both surprised by the intensity of the next sensations. I knew where she was aiming her groin and flexed my thigh muscle in expectation. In a sensation that sent an electrical current ripping through both our bodies her steaming pussy settled on my leg at the same time her cum slick tongue passed my lips. We both gasped around each others mouths. I took the moment to pull her head down to mine and fiercly sucked her tongue into my mouth. My other hand found the perfect curve of her ass. Pulling back and forth, I helped her where she rocked and rubbed her pussy against my thigh. Within a few motions her pussy doubled in heat and her body began shaking violently. Instantly I felt the steaming wetness of her own cum flowing through her soaking panties and onto my bared thigh. A few moments later her tongue went immobile and rigid where I continued to pull at it. She finally pulled away from the kiss with a moan and looked up to the ceiling as she ground her steaming, gushing sex against my thigh. I simply stared at her breasts where they perked in front my face, the rock hard nipples pointing at my eyes like blunted daggers. I concentrated hard not to cum myself as she rocked her weight onto my flexed thigh and ground her gushing pussy against me. After an eternity, but still all too short of a time, she finally tilted her head down to look at me and I could see her eyes weren't focused. Finally she started coming down from her orgasmic high and collapsed against me. Her damp breasts pressed against my chest while she rested her head on my shoulder. I let my hand slide deeper into her hair and caressed her head where it lay against my shoulder. We sat/lay there for quite some time while I waited for her to regain her strength. I wasn't complaining though. I simply enjoyed the spent warmth of her body and the feel of her cum trickling between our thighs. She trembled slightly as she lifted her head, "That was...." She moaned gently to emphasize her point. "I've never....I still can't stand up." She looked into my eyes and I could see that they still hadn't really focused. "Shhhh..." I whispered back and pulled her head back to my shoulder. She lay there a moment. "I have to get back to work." I held her still so she couldn't pull away from me. "What's work without play. Just enjoy the afterglow." Protests weren't forthcoming as she lay there against me. Again I slid my eyes closed and felt along my body where hers was pressed against it. Pressed against me everywhere except my cock, which ached for release. I stifled my own emotions. If I could keep her satisfied, maybe it would come back to me ten fold. Maybe. Finally she pushed back and stood up. I had to catch her by the armpits before she fell back down against me. She stepped back from her straddling position and stood in place wobbling, looking down at me. I took the moment to raise my thigh to my mouth. I stuck my own tongue out like she had earlier. I half shuttered my eyes and slid my tongue slowly along the top of my thigh where her pussy had been, tasting the deep muskiness of her inner climatic fluids. I pulled my head away with my eyes still half shuttered and rolled the fluid between my tongue and top of my mouth. I savored the taste and made it last. Finally I opened my eyes and saw her staring down at me. Some of the lust had come back into her eyes. "You taste so much better than I could have ever thought." "Good. You deserve it. You know how to make me cum better than anyone else." A genuine grin split my face from ear to ear. "Thank you. I do try." "Keep trying, and I'll make you cum like you've never cum before. Just not yet. I have a surprise for you later." "Ooh. A surprise?" She smiled down at me with a wicked smile that still seemed drain. Leaning over she picked up her skirt, using a table as a handrail to support her. I was rewarded with a view of her drying blouse pulling away from her body under the power of gravity and those long, beautiful legs curving into that desirable ass. I suddenly remembered the camera and snatched it up in time to get some footage of her walking towards the door, her panty clad ass swinging with a natural athletic grace. Just before she reached the door I snapped the perfect picture. She was in mid stride, one foot in front of the other, and her bikinis were pulled tight against the curve of one cheek while hanging loosely against the other. I knew it was a picture I could've beat my meat to every night for the rest of my life. At the sound of the camera's picture she looked over her shoulder with a weak smile and disappeared through my door. After Sheri had been in the bathroom about fifteen minutes I finally heard the door open. Presently she stood in my office again. "Uh oh. I don't have the camera ready," I joked. She smiled. "That's ok. I just came in to see if you like my outfit." Instantly my eyes flashed down to her high heel shoes and started up. She was dressed in a skirt once again. This time it was a mid thigh, relatively tight, executive looking skirt. Above that she wore the same white blouse, but this time she had left the top few buttons open and I could see she must've been wearing a push up bra underneath. Her breasts were pushed up strainingly like if the next button of her blouse were opened they'd spill out to flood the room. Finished off with her naturally attractive face and body, the outfit was once again stunning. I told her so. "Good. Maybe you'll come up and see more of it later?" She emphasized the 'come'. I nodded. With that, she disappeared out my door again.