Hot Friday Afternoon
It seems that all the most fun stuff happens on Friday. Maybe it is because
about a third of the people take the day off and the rest of them are thinking
about the weekend. And thinking about fun things to do not related to work!
Anyway, it was Friday afternoon, and my office-mate Becky and I were looking
out the window watching the few afternoon fitness freaks taking their afternoon
walks, jogs, and runs. She was commenting on various gals that went by,
revealing various items of gossip that I never heard. Women always seems to
know all the dirt.
I don't remember the exact exchange but she made some catty comment about some
gal walking by who was generally considered to be a little slutty.
"You're just jealous," I quipped, and put my hand on her shoulder and squeezed
it a little.
"Well, maybe a little," she replied, and moved against me and wiggled around a
little, then moved away, just to the point that we weren't touching anymore.
"More than just a little, I think," I kidded her. And, I don't know what
possessed me to do this, but as I took my hand off of her shoulder I slid it
slowly down her back to her butt and gave her cheek a little squeeze.
"Don't do that," she said slowly, in a perfectly flat voice. And as I quickly
moved my hand away she continued, "--- more than eight or ten more times." Then
she moved back against me.
I was speechless!
Becky is not a real looker, although you can tell she is feminine. She is just
under six feet tall, but not gangly. And she has a female figure, but keeps it
generally covered up with golf shirts and sweatshirts and loose slacks. She
looks like a real Plain Jayne. And if her breasts have a cup size it must be
something like A-minus because there is no visual evidence that she has any at
all. She does wear a bra though. I have seen the straps under some of her
lighter shirts. Maybe that is why she has the little bust line that she does!
I moved my hand back up to her butt cheek and gently squeezed it and massaged
it a little.
"Ummmm, nice," she barely whispered.
I kept giving her butt little squeezes and massaging her soft buns and I was
softly, almost whispering, counting the squeezes, more as a joke than anything
else. When I got to nine Becky bent over, leaning on the window sill, and
spread her legs a little.
"Oh shit," she moaned, "Just keep going, I'll tell you when to quit!"
Well, I have never been one to refuse a lady's request, especially one like
that, so I kept doing what I had been doing.
When Becky bent over and spread her legs she had expanded the playing field, so
to speak. Now, since her slacks were fairly loose, I could get my fingers into
her butt crack and massage quite a bit deeper. I could also run my hand between
her legs and massage her pussy. And, I did!
I had worked Becky's slacks deep enough into her butt crack that I had found
her tight little asshole and was giving it quite a bit of attention in addition
to what I was doing to her nice soft cheeks. I was speculating whether there
was enough slack and slipperiness that I could penetrate her a little bit. When
I was about to try it Becky gently squeezed her butt cheeks together so I
couldn't get in and moaned.
"Not that hole, the other one," she moaned.
I must be getting slow in my old age! It took me a couple or three heartbeats
to figure it out, then I slid my hand between her legs and cupped her pussy. It
was hot and I could feel the moisture coming through her pants.
I used my middle finger to force her pants and panties in between Becky's pussy
lips and maybe into her pussy. Everything was so tight that it was hard to
As I rubbed her pussy and tried to finger it through her clothes I felt her
hand between my legs. I spread my legs a little to give her easier access to
whatever she wanted and to let her know I was alright with it.
As I rubbed her pussy I found her clit. I could tell by her sharp gasp and the
tight grip she had on my cock through my pants.
"If you don't fuck me now you will never get another chance," she moaned.
Well, I didn't hesitate one little second. I hooked my thumbs in the elastic of
her slacks and found the waist band of her panties at the same time and sled
the whole works down around her ankles. Then I slid my left hand between her
legs and fingered her pussy to make sure she didn't change her mind while I
fumbled with my other hand to get my own pants and underwear off.
My pants and underwear slipped to the floor and I stood there with my rock hard
pecker sticking straight out in front of me. I moved over so I was right behind
Becky, with my cock pointing the way to the promised land.
As I slid the head of my cock up and down between the lips of her pussy she
moaned, "Hurry up! I'm on the pill so just fuck me already!"
I didn't hesitate any longer. Becky's pussy was sopping wet and I lined up my
tool with her hole and slid into her in one long, slow motion. As I did she
gave out one low, continuous moan until I was in as far as I could go.
Becky apparently didn't get much action because she was as tight as a teenager
but plenty deep enough to take everything I had without me hitting bottom.
I kept still long enough for her cunt to accommodate to my cock and then I
started a long slow fuck. As I stroked my cock in an out her snug snatch I
looked down and could see the lips of her pussy clinging to my cock as I pulled
it out then turning inwards when I reversed my stroke. That was one of the
hottest things I had ever seen. It was like her cunt just couldn't turn loose
"Fuck me harder!" Becky groaned, so I did. I pulled out a little quicker and
then slammed back into her until I hit her butt. Hard enough that it almost
hurt ... she didn't have much padding back there.
I sped up my stokes until I was sure that my pecker must have been steaming,
and Becky just kept moaning, "Faster, faster ...".
Finally, I couldn't hold it off any longer and felt that I absolutely was going
"I'm cumming babe!" I whispered hoarsely in Becky's ear.
"Oh yes! ... Do it! ... Give me that cum!" she shouted.
I was nearly afraid that someone would hear her and come to investigate, but
I had Becky firmly by the hips and slammed my hot cock into her throbbing cunt
as hard as I could. One ... two ... three ... I thought I would never stop
cumming. Becky moaned and whimpered like some animal and took every drop of cum
that I pumped into her.
I leaned against her butt, panting like a steam engine, until Becky said "Give
me your handkerchief."
I took it out and handed it to her.
"Pull out slowly," she said, as she held the handkerchief against my cock.
I did, very slowly. It felt so delicious I didn't want to hurry any.
Becky held the hanky against her pussy and asked me to pull up her panties. I
did and she pulled them tight against the hanky to hold all the cum in, then
pulled up her slacks.
"Are we going to forget this happened?" she asked.
"I'm not!", I answered. "Didn't you enjoy it? It sure sounded like you did!"
"Hell yes, I did! A lot!"
Well we agreed to continue the relationship and we frequently went to her house
for nooners and spent a day on the weekend together when my wife was out of
I hadn't told Becky that my wife and I had an open marriage and that that we
were both bi. After all she didn't ask, just assumed that I was fooling around
on my wife. I guess the naughtiness of that made it more exciting for her.
Things really got exciting when I had Becky over to the house to detail our
van, that is what she did to earn a little extra money. My wife went out to
help her and seduced her and made mad passionate love with her on the fold-down bed in the van!
Things got really hot between the three of us after that, but that is another