(I borrowed a bit from a previous thread I wrote, so if it seems familiar, it is. But keep reading and you'll see that it ends differently.)
You follow Emily into your room and she looks right at your things that you sent ahead. They're piled neatly and she counts them off.
"Looks like everything's here, from what you told me you sent," she says with a smile. "Guess I'll be on my way then."
While she was checking your things, you pulled your tight, stretchy dress down enough that the tops of your lace bra cups show. When she looks at you, her quick glance at your cleavage tells you that she sure noticed.
"Can I ask one more itsy bitsy favor of you?" you ask with a bright smile. You slip your arm around her elbow and press your boobs into her arm, giving her an even better view as they flatten and push out and up against her arm.
"What is it?" she asks after a moments hesitation after glancing at your chest.
"Can you check and see if anything's been opened?" you say with your dazzling smile. "I'd hate to think that someone's gone through my things. And if someone did, I'd have to report it to you anyway, right? I hate to think I'm imposing since you've been so nice to me so far."
"Well," she sighs, "I guess I can do that."
"Great. I'm just going to put my bag in the bathroom and freshen up a bit while you do that, okay?" you ask, giving her arm a squeeze.
"Okay," she says and you give her a smile as you walk away. You can feel her eyes on you as you accentuate the roll of your tush.
Freshening up isn't what you have on your mind and as soon as you close the door, you put your plan into effect. You pull the top of your dress down off your arms and slip off your bra. Putting the dress back into place, you smile as you sway your hips to make your boobs jiggle and bounce. You add one last touch, pulling and pinching your nipples until they get nice and hard and can't be missed in that tight dress.
You flush the toilet to make it look good, then turn on the faucet to wash your hands. You look in the mirror again to check on your hard nipples and are about to walk out when you remember something. You told her you weren't wearing panties, so you reach under your dress to slip your thong off. With a grin, instead of smoothing it out, you leave it bunched up a bit, leaving the hem high on your thighs. One last look in the mirror, and a smile, then you go out into your room.
Emily in one one knee, examining the taping on one of the boxes when you come out of the bathroom.
"Does everything look okay?" you ask, moving quickly to stand beside her.
She turns and her eyes go right to your full thighs, the hem of your dress barely covering your pussy. You see her moisten her lips as she slowly looks up along your body to your face. You hold out your wet hands and smile.
"There's no towels in the bathroom," you smile down at her, "but I guess I could dry them on my dress."
Emily's eyes go wide as you move your hands to your hips. Your dress rises higher and you hear her catch her breath as your pussy comes into her view. It's shaved , but not completely. You left a bit around the top as kind of a crown.
"See something you like Emily?" you ask huskily and step a bit closer.
"I... I should get... going," she stammers as she regains her composure and pushes herself to her feet.
"Why? Didn't you like seeing my pussy?" you ask as you grab her arm before she can turn away and run your tongue along your full lips.
"I... I could get into serious trouble," Emily says quietly, almost apologetically.
"I won't tell anyone," you say seductively and step even closer.
You slip your other hand under her jacket and cup a boob, squeezing it. She gasps and grabs your arm, but doesn't try to remove it from her tit.
"I could lose my job if anyone found out," Emily whispers.
She's wearing low heels, almost flats, and in your 4" heels, you're just a bit taller than she is. You slide your hand up her arm and slip your hand behind her head as you lean to kiss her. She starts to pull her head away, but you're not going to have any of that. Your experienced fingers find her hard nipple and you give it a little pinch through her clothes. Her soft lips part as she gasps and you press yours against them, slithering your tongue into her mouth.
You hold her head in place as you kiss her and your nimble fingers move quickly, unbuttoning her blouse part way down, just below her bra. You slide your hand into the straining cup and lift her tit out. She starts to resist a bit, her grip tightening on your arm and pulling at it.
You let her pull it away because it also gets her arm out of the way. You make sure you hook your thumb into her loosened blouse to pull it open as she tugs at your arm. You break your kiss and quickly bend over, fastening your lips onto her stiff nipple. Emily gasps and you can feel a ripple go through her as your tongue circles her nipple as you mouth it.
"OHHHH!" she gasps as your lips and tongue work on her tit. "Debbie, I... I can't...," she begins to plead and you feel her hands on your shoulders, pushing weakly.
You grab her butt with one hand to pull her closer and bring your other hand to her crotch. She gasps and lifts up onto her toes as you cup her mound. Her hands grip your shoulders as you squeeze and rub her pussy through her slacks, your tongue fluttering on her nipple as you let it slip from your mouth.
You raise your head and kiss her again, deeply. Her body trembling as you massage her pussy, scooping your hand between her thighs. You smile to yourself as you feel her start to give in, her mouth moving with yours, her tongue starting to slide against yours. She moans into your mouth as you press your fingers hard against her pussy, feeling her lowering herself back onto her heels and spreading her feet.
"I love eating an older woman's pussy," you say to her in a husky voice, "and I wanted to eat yours as soon as I saw you at the gate."
"You... you did?" she says quietly, her breathing heavier.
You nod and kiss her again. Your nimble fingers go to work again, quickly unfastening her slacks. You slide your hand into the opening and feel her through her panties, feeling a wet spot on the front of them. She moans again, pushing against your hand now, her hips grinding in need.
She whimpers in loss as you take a step away, pulling your hand out from between her warm thighs. Her exposed tit rises and falls on her chest as she breathes heavily. Her eyes show her desire and she licks her soft lips.
"I want to see you naked and lick you all over," you say and see her eyes widen as you stretch out your tongue and wiggle the tip. It's unusually long and pointed and a few of the girls you've been with in the past have told you it felt like a cock when you tongue fucked them.
You reach out and take her hand, guiding her to the bed. |