Sometimes I would have to call for assistance from our system supplier, which was IBM. They had a support team allocated to us and, if there was a call-out, a member of the team would come to the site.
Now one of the support team was a woman called Liz. She was a fun person – smart, good sense of humour, and quite uninhibited. She was a few years older than me and married to Richard but with no children. She had a lithe, athletic body with smallish breasts, blue eyes and dirty blonde hair that was quite short.
I enjoyed working with her on the occasions that we were called out together. We would first sort out the problem at hand and then spend time shooting the breeze about all manner of things – the state of the world, work conditions, politics, relationships and so forth. We also enjoyed teasing each other.
When you’re working at close quarters in the middle of the night or the small hours of the morning, you form a bond with the other person as you’re tackling something together under adverse circumstances. After several months Liz and I had become quite close. We were no longer professionally distant and were sharing private thoughts quite freely.
Then one night as we were dealing with an outage, I caught myself looking at her as an attractive woman rather than a colleague. She was wearing jeans and a T-shirt and I thought she wasn’t wearing a bra, as I could see the outline of her nipples.
We were trying to understand the problem and were both leaning over the desk studying a printout. She was next to me and I could feel her bosom press against my upper arm as she leaned forward. I didn’t move and neither did she. Then I turned to look at her and saw she was looking at me and not the printout.
“Let’s go and make some coffee,” I said, leading the way to the kitchenette.
When we got there I put the kettle on as she got the mugs ready.
“Liz, I know I shouldn’t say this as we work together, but I must tell you that I think you are an extremely attractive and desirable woman. Richard is a very lucky man.”
She gave me a playful punch.
“You’re not bad looking yourself. A little young but with potential.”
“Thanks, gran. Maybe I could be your toy boy and you could teach me something.”
“Cheeky bugger. Be careful, I might take you up on it.”
“Go on then….”
“You should be so lucky.”
“Chicken….”
That was enough of a challenge for her. She stepped towards me and kissed me. Not a gentle peck, but a full-on, passionate kiss.
I put my arms around her and kissed her back, our tongues touching, our lips locked together. I could feel her breasts poking into my chest as I reached down and grabbed her buttocks, pulling her towards my groin so that our bodies were tight against each other.
We carried on kissing as our hands explored each other. She held my head, her thumbs rubbing my ears. She stroked my neck then rubbed my shoulders before holding them.
My hands were all over her, stroking her face, her neck, her arms, her spine. I rubbed her lower back before untucking her T-shirt and sliding my hands underneath to feel her skin.
She felt so smooth and sexy. I slid my hands up to feel her shoulder blades, before moving them round towards the front, my thumbs rubbing her breasts. I had been right – she wasn’t wearing a bra.
“Mmmm,” she murmured into my mouth as she rubbed her chest against mine, her nipples now sticking out prominently.
We broke our kiss.
“Not bad for a beginner,” she said, “But you need more practice.”
“I see that you got dressed in a hurry,” I said, “you forgot some of your underwear.”
“Maybe I forgot all of it,” she replied.
“I don’t believe you.”
“Well, that’s for you to find out. But I’m going to make the coffee.”
She grinned and moved to the counter. I stood behind her, put my hands under her T-shirt and cradled her breasts. They felt so exciting. A lovely shape, warm and firm, her nipples hard and protruding. I heard her draw in her breath sharply as I rubbed her nipples then pinched them gently.
I pushed my groin against her bum so that she could feel my erection pressed against her.
I held her left breast and slid my right hand down over her tummy, rubbing it up and down, then loosened her belt and the top of her jeans. The zip slid part way down on its own as I pushed my hand under the waistband. She was wearing panties.
I pushed my hand further down over her panties until could feel the outline of her labia. I stroked them then took my hand out of her jeans.
“So, you are wearing some underwear.”
“Yes, but perhaps it would have been better if I hadn’t have bothered.”
She gave a dirty laugh then did up her jeans and turned round.
“This is really nice, Alan, but we haven’t finished fixing this problem and there are too many people around.”
She was quite right. This was not a properly private area and neither of us would have liked to be caught in a compromising situation. So rather reluctantly we made our coffees and returned to our printouts.
We sorted out the issue in the next hour and it was time to go home.
“Would you like to come round to my place for a sandwich?” I asked.
“Thanks but I think I should get back home. Richard will be expecting me” she said.
“OK. Glad we sorted everything. But I would like to practice a bit more,” I responded.
She laughed and gave me a slap on my backside.
“We will…..”
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About a week later I was visiting the software team at IBM to review the outstanding problem list. Liz was part of the meeting but gave no hint of remembering anything that had happened between us. She was completely professional as she usually was.
When we finished it was almost lunch time and she asked me if I would like to join her. I asked where she wanted to go and she replied that she had to fetch some papers from home but after that we should go to a nearby restaurant that served quite quickly. That worked for me, so we went to the car park and left in her car.
When we got to her house, she told me to come inside while she got the papers. We went in and I waited in the lounge while she went off, she came back in a few minutes with some papers in her hand.
“Would you like to carry in from where we left off last week? You could do with the practice,” she said.
I stepped towards her. She was dressed in a navy business suit – jacket and pencil skirt – with a cream blouse and definitely wearing a bra this time. I loosened her jacket, stepped behind her and removed it, placing it on the table. Then, still behind her, I kissed her neck gently, moving my lips up and down. She smelled lovely and exciting.
I reached round and unbuttoned her blouse and removed it. She was wearing a sheer silken bra. I rubbed her breasts through the material, feeling her nipples stiffen and stretch the silk. I nuzzled her neck then breathed into her ear, gently blowing, before sucking the lobe.
She was rubbing her backside against my groin. I could feel my cock stiff and pressed against her bum. She reached behind her and rubbed it, the palm of her hand against my shaft.
I undid her bra and, letting it fall to the floor, cupped her breasts in my hands. They felt gorgeous, firm and well rounded. I traced my fingers around her areolae then gently pulled her nipples. She gasped and gripped my cock through my trousers, jerking it.
Giving her breasts another fondle, I slid my hands down her body, rubbing her tummy which was flat and tense. Then onto her abdomen, rubbing it in circles through her skirt.
Reaching to the back I undid the her skirt and pulled it down. It fell in a puddle around her feet. She stepped out and kicked it to the side, then pulled down her panties and discarded them as well.
She was now completely naked with her back to me. I took her shoulders and turned her round to look at her. She looked fantastic. Bright blue eyes in a heart-shaped face, her blonde hair shimmering. A fantastic body, lean and athletic with a fabulous shape. A super bust, firm and high. Nicely rounded breasts but not huge. Fabulous erect nipples.
Her tummy was absolutely flat and you could see her muscles. Long, slim legs with lovely ankles. All surrounding a gorgeous thatch of blonde pubic hair, trimmed at the edges and topping a tantalising pink vulva, set forward with her labia clearly visible. She was simply stunning.
“My God, you look fantastic. You are quite the most beautiful and sexy woman I’ve ever seen.”
“Thank you” she said “now let’s even this up. Take off your shirt.”
I did as she said while she undid my belt and loosened my trousers. I stepped out of them.
She reached down and felt my cock through my boxers.
“Well now, what have we here? It feels like quite a sizeable one.”
“Why don’t you take it out and see?”
But she didn’t. Instead she put her hand inside and fondled my balls. Then tickled behind them, traced her fingers up to my arse, then back to my balls again. My cock jerked and I felt it get wet with precum. She tickled the base of my shaft, then removed her hand and pulled down my boxers. My cock sprang out, jutting forward.
“Ah. I see you’re circumcised. I like that – it looks neat and clean and it’s nicer to suck.”
She encircled my shaft with her hand and moved it up and down, my cockhead in her palm. Then, still holding my cock, she silently led me to her bedroom.
The bedroom was dominated by a large king-size bed. She lay down on it and looked at me as I stood next to the bed, my cock jutting forward from my body.
She looked so damn sexy. This gorgeous woman with her stunning body lying there, her long legs stretched out leading up to her blonde bush, her pert breasts pointing up.
“You’re a sexy woman,” I said.
I knelt on the bed between her legs and, leaning over her and supporting myself with my hands on the bed around her, I licked her breasts. I licked all around her areolae and over her nipples. I licked her cleavage. I licked her neck, sucking it gently. I licked her armpits and down her upper arms. Then back to her breasts before licking down to her navel which I probed with my tongue.