Being the last ones to leave, I found myself tired at the end of a long day and staring at her a little too obviously. Finally catching me, she blushed a little and grinned looking over her glasses. I was a bit embarrassed at first, but she quickly took my looking as a complimentary gesture.
“You all right over there?,” she asked.
“Me? Yeah. Yeah I’m fine. Just about ready to be done for the day,” I told her, never really breaking my stare.
“Okay,” she giggled. “Really…what’s on your mind?”
“I’m wondering how big your tits are to be honest,” I head myself say before I really thought about it.
“Oh…I- I see. Well, they’re actually EE cups,” she said shyly.
“I want to see them,” I told her plainly, losing the ability to bullshit.
“You do?,” she asked surprised. “I…I have just gotten so self-conscious about showing my body to people. After I had my kids, I never really got the weight off. I just…I don’t know?”
I got up from my chair and moved around her cube to sit on her desk taking survey to make sure we were alone.
“I want to see them, Nicole. I want to suck them. I want to slide your skirt up and your panties down and have you straddle me. I want you to grind on me while I tease your nipples. I want to lay you on the table in the corner and hold your legs open to suck your pussy and finger you until you cum all over the place. Then I want so slam my dick in you, and fuck you until your cum runs down your legs. And I’m deadly serious.”
She stood to meet me with her mouth open, shocked and my candid honesty. She reached down and fumbled with the bottom of her thin sweater, not sure what to do, trying to pull it up. I reached down and lifted it for her, pulling it over her head, then I sat back on her chair. She pulled her skirt up and spread her legs to straddle the growing bulge in my pants. I ran my hands up her thighs and cupped my hands under her ass. She was surprisingly solid for what her size appeared to be. Then I buried my face in her tits.
Her head tilted back with her eyes closed and she reached behind her to un-clasp her bra. Her EE tits spilled out into my face and eager mouth. I sucked one greedily and massaged the other with a free hand. My other hand was busy working its way between her ass and panties. Black and lacy. She moaned as I sucked harder, grinding my hips up to meet her.
“Get up,” I whispered in her ear. “I want you on the table.”
“Wait, please…I, I can’t. I’m married. We shouldn't”
“Really? You want me to stop,” I asked as I gripped her down onto the bulge in my pants. “Because I want to put you on that table and take your pussy. I want to abuse it. I want to make you moan, and shake, and cum. And then we never have to talk about it ever again if you don’t want to.”
Still confused, she stood and moved to the table in the back of our office. She sat with her legs hanging over the edge, propping herself up on her hands, looking down at me over her massive tits. I sat on a chair in front of her and slid my hands up her legs to take hold of her panties. Then in a sharp movement, snatched them down from her hips and tossed them on the floor. I pushed her skirt up to show me her aching box, and lost regard for tenderness. The heel of my hand pressed firmly on her mound, and two fingers immediately pressed then entire length into her pussy.