“I did, yes.”
She picked up on that.
“Still hard? Horny?”
“Very.” And then I thought it was my turn to ask her a personal question. “You wet? Aroused?”
“Very,” she answered back, spreading her leg a bit more, giving me even more of a tantalizing view.
“I’m your boss.”
“I know…I work for you,” she offered. “Which is why…only this, nothing more,” she said easily enough. “Ever.” She then added. “Unless it’s too much…or not enough, either way.”
“No…no, I’m good with that…if you are,” I responded back. She smiled. Reached up undoing another button.
I unzipped again, letting her hear it this time when I did. She undid another button. Her bra had the clasp in front, she popped it. Her tits sprang free. Freckled. Sexy, sprinkles of freckles all over the front of them, racing towards her hard extended light tan colored nipples. Nice and hard…extended.
“Your turn.” She said, “Let me see.”
I looked at the door again. This was dangerous as hell, but I was as excited as hell too. I stood, my cock sticking straight out of the front of my pants. She looked at the chair next to her, pushed away, giving me room.
“Take a seat,” she invited. I walked over the few steps doing so, sitting beside her, yet comfortably, or rather uncomfortably distant. “Stroke it for me…while I watch.”
“Finger it for me…while I watch,” I shot back.
She laughed, tossing her head back, her dark shoulder length hair hiding her face for a moment, though she lifted up a bit, bunching her skirt up around her waist as she did so. She had a bit more hair on her pussy than Tom did, though not much. A small, neatly cropped little triangle, it was sexy…different. Naughty hot. She slipped a finger in, drawing it out again, showing it to me. It glistened. She was indeed very wet.
“Show me one,” she asked.
I squeezed my dick, a nice droplet of precum emerged, I swiped it up with my finger showing her.
She fingered herself again, fingers to her mouth then as she sucked them off. “Now you.”
I squeezed again, finger to mouth licking. Salty…sweet, tangy…erotic.
“Nice,” she moaned, hand back down between her legs, free hand now cupping her breast. “Jerk it…work it for me.”
I began doing so, pumping my prick up and down while she watched, while she finger-fucked herself, now pulling hard on her nipples…pinching them.
“Let me hear your wet cunt,” I said huskily.
She moaned hearing that, her fingers flying now, smearing her slick wet juices around her extended clit, it was easily heard as she did so. “You like that huh? You like hearing that hot fuck sounding juice noise?” She asked.
“Fuck yes!” I responded, letting her hair mine now in kind, lathering my own cock, spitting on it as well, adding to the stimulation along with the additional wet slick slippery sounds as I stroked it.
“I squirt…a little,” she said, warning me.
“So? So do I!”
She laughed at that. “Want to see me do it?”
“Fuck yes. See me?”
“Fuck yes.”
“When?”
“How about now?”
“Fuck yes!”
Oddly…she lifted her cup, near draining it, handing it to me. I took it, wondering.
“Hold it for me,” she then said, and then stood, legs spread….frigging her clit, fingering her cunt. “Soon…really, really soon.” She informed me, redirecting my hand. “Closer…about there,” she stated. Mesmerized, I sat there, holding the cup, watching…waiting. Watching her hand, smelling her actually, enjoying her scent. “Ready?”
“Hell yes.”
“Here…it…comes!” She groaned deeply, and then did.
For the briefest of moments, it looked as though she was peeing, but she wasn’t. This little spurt, spritz, spurt, and spritz, again. It was hot…it was decadent, it was erotic as hell. I heard the splash of her climax squirting into the cup, felt a bit of it hitting my hand. “Not too bad,” she said looking down seconds later.
“Not bad at all…very nice in fact,” I stated. She laughed again.
“Not that…I mean, I didn’t get too much on the floor, mostly in the cup.”
“Oh that…yeah, I guess, doesn’t matter, even if you did…that was fucking hot.”
“Yes it was…your turn.” She took back the cup, holding it…grinning. “Always did like cream with my coffee.”
One, two…three squirts at the most, it was all I had. A bit too soon to have fully built up the reserves yet, though it seemed to have served its purpose. I shook off a droplet or two more, neither one of them going into the cup. One landing on her breast, the other on her blouse.