Evelyn’s New Job
Evelyn had just started a new job downtown, working in a building two blocks from me. She and I had been friends for a while, and though I thought she was gorgeous, she was dating someone else. To celebrate her new job we went out for lunch and, since we were downtown, we had a lot of options. We settled on a small food court and got a table in the back. During lunch Evelyn and I flirted like we always did, harmless fun mostly.
Evelyn was wearing a white button up shirt with a flesh colored, lacy tank top on underneath, a short black skirt, black lacy stockings, and high heels. It was barely work appropriate, and she looked damned sexy. The food court was hot so Evelyn unbuttoned the top few buttons of her shirt, giving me a great view of her cleavage and lacy top. Evelyn seemed to enjoy my attention and kept shifting and leaning to give me views of her cleavage. Our flirting increased and she would bump her foot into my leg “on accident”, rubbing against me provocatively.
We finished eating quickly and headed back to her new building. Upon arrival she and I searched around for a place to sit and talk, eventually ending up in the stairwell. It was a plain concrete stair with metal railings, everything painted gray, and dimly lit. We got all the way to the top landing, at the door to the roof, and sat down to talk.
Evelyn was having trouble getting comfortable though and she kept shifting around. As she did her short skirt kept moving slowly up her legs, until one time she shifted and I got a great view up her skirt to her pantie covered pussy.
It was just a quick flash, but it looked like she was wearing a lacy, dark thong. She caught me looking and asked flirtatiously, “Are you trying to look up my skirt?”. Embarrassed that I had been caught I admitted that I was, and that I had caught a glimpse of her panties.
“I am wearing a lacy, black thong”, Evelyn said. With that she leaned back slightly and parted her legs, giving me a clear, but small, view up her skirt. I could barely see her panties, but I could tell they were indeed black and lacy. Then Evelyn shifted and closed her legs and my view was gone.
“Did you enjoy?”, she asked. I confirmed that I did, but complained that I couldn’t really see a lot. I added that I couldn’t tell whether it was a thong or not.
Both of us were aroused from our teasing and flirting at lunch, but her teasing in the stairs was starting to get us both turned on. “It’s a thong, you just have to believe me”, Evelyn replied. I flirted with her for another minute before she agreed to prove it was a thong.
She stood up, turned around to face the concrete wall, and the bent over sticking her ass toward me and lifted her skirt to her waist. I had a perfect view of her tanned ass, the small string of her thong visible between her ass cheeks. Evelyn wiggled her ass at me and smiled over her shoulder.
I got to my knees and moved up behind her and planted a kiss on her ass. Evelyn giggled at me, I had obviously tickled her. We were running short on time at lunch so I decided to press my luck and see just how far Evelyn was willing to take this teasing. Slipping a finger under the string of her thong I pulled it aside slowly and moved my mouth lower, running my tongue down her ass. In response Evelyn let out a soft moan and pushed her ass back toward me.
Sitting down behind her I tugged her thong aside exposing her pink asshole and pussy, Evelyn spread her legs and lowered herself directly over my upturned face. I could smell her pussy as she pushed it down onto my mouth, and she moaned softly as my tongue made contact with her pink lips. Evelyn rocked her hips gently, grinding her pussy against my probing tongue, and then I made contact with her clit. “Oh!”, she jumped and smiled down at me.
I knew that she was getting close to cumming as she reached down and grabbed a first full of my hair and holding my face against her. Her grinding increased so I responded by reaching up and sticking two fingers inside her dripping pussy, and that’s when Evelyn came. She was trying to be quiet, we were both worried about getting caught, but Evelyn was also coming hard enough that she was having trouble staying quiet.
As her moans subsided she let go of my hair and pulled me to standing. Evelyn kissed me deeply, moaning at the taste of her own pussy on me, her tongue pushing into my mouth. Her hands were working at my pants, unbuttoning them, undoing my belt, and then unzipping them. Before I knew it she had pulled my cock out through the opening in my boxers. “Mmmm…”, she moaned as she pulled back, breaking out kiss, a grin on her face.
Without hesitation she dropped to her knees in front of me and took my hard cock into her mouth. As she slid her head up and down the length of my shaft she would flick her tongue back and forth. I realized that she was teasing me, she was just getting my cock wet, that she wasn’t actually going to get me off with her mouth. Evelyn was smiling up at me teasingly, one hand gripping the base of my shaft as she licked up and down the length of my cock, her other hand was between her legs rubbing her pussy.
I grabbed Evelyn by her shoulders and pulled her up, her skirt was still bunched around her waist and her thong still pulled aside. She smiled at me as I spun her around, pushed her up against the wall and spread her legs. I stepped up behind her, one hand on her hip and one on my cock as I guided myself into her. Evelyn was dripping wet so I slide easily into her, burying myself to the hilt in one stroke.
She gasped as my the entire length of my shaft sunk into her willing pussy. There was no hesitation, as soon as I was all the way in I started pulling out and then slamming back into her. Evelyn was pushing back against me in time with my strokes, our bodies coming together in heated passion. We were both moaning quietly, trying to avoid making too much noise and getting caught.
Our fucking became more intense, both of us trying to bring the other to orgasm. I reached one hand around Evelyn and grabbed a breast through her tank top. Feverishly she took my hand, pulled her top aside, and put my hand on her now naked chest. That was all the encouragement that I needed. I started massaging and squeezing her bare tit, pinching at the nipple as I worked the length of my shaft in and out of her.
Quickly Evelyn started cumming, she was pushing hard against me and squeezing her pussy around my hard cock. The feel of the spasms working through her body pushed me over the edge and I started to cum. My hips thrust forward as her hips pushed back, our bodies pressed against each other tight. She was trying to work my cock as deep into her as possible while I came, and though we were trying to be quiet she let out a long moan as I filled her with my seed.
As soon as I finished cumming Evelyn pulled forward, my cock sliding out of her. She reached down with one hand and grabbed my cock, putting her other hand on her pussy. I watched as she proceeded to probe her pussy, my cum dripping out onto her fingers. Then she brought her hand up to her mouth and sucked her fingers clean letting out a soft moan as she did so. “There’s no other way to clean up”, she said to me as she dropped to her knees.
Evelyn sucked my cock into her mouth and I was so sensitive from just cumming that I jumped slightly. She ran her tongue up and down my shaft, sucking the mixture of my cum and her pussy juices off my cock as it slowly went limp. Her other hand stayed on her pussy, collecting the juices that dripped from it. Occasionally she would bring that hand up and wipe the juices on my cock before returning her hand to her cunt and her tongue to my shaft. The whole time she was looking up at my with her big, blue eyes, making sure that I was enjoying what she was doing.
When she was satisfied that we were both as clean as we were going to get she stood up, readjusted her panties, and put her skirt back in place. I was putting my cock back in my pants, watching her tuck her tits back in her top. She kissed me, deep and passionate, her tongue pushing into my mouth. I could taste her pussy and the musky taste of my own cum on her.
As we left the stair and headed back to work, very late, she said, “How about lunch again tomorrow? I have a dress that I think you’ll like”. I eagerly agreed. We have had lunch four or five times a week since then.