Jas always does this, after a few drinks her inhibitions fade away and she starts asking questions like this. Last week it was sex positions, the week before it was do you prefer a hairy , shaven or somewhere between pussy.
Every Thursday we have a staff team bonding exercise, which generally involves us getting off our faces in the local pub. Jas has worked on my department for just over three months, she is a pretty mixed race girl with the most amazing hazel eyes and beautiful pouting lips and a shock of wild curly brown hair. Aside from her looks she is great fun to be around and never without something to say.
“Boots, Jas. I’m a sucker for a girl in boots, knee length at least, that’s what really gets me going.”
“Ooh kinky boy are we, Pete. Didn’t have you down for that, thought you were gonna say Nurses uniform or something like that.”
“Well nurses uniform and boots would be fantastic.”
Jas sips her drink through a straw, her deep ruby lipstick has attached itself to said straw, she has a really sexy wide mouth, one I often imagine sinking my dick into. “So you into fetish stuff Pete, whips and stuff, domination ?”
I let her know I’m not, just love a lady in boots. It all stems back to my first ever fuck with an older woman, she wore boots whilst we had sex, The memory has never left me.
“Do you wear boots, Jas ? I bet you’d look great.”
Jas shakes her head, “Nah, my husband is pretty straight, doesn’t go in for all that, a quick fuck on a Saturday morning and he’s happy enough.” She leans in towards me about and whispers in my ear “Wish he’d be a bit more spontaneous you know, fuck me from behind whilst I’m doing the washing up or something.”
All the time I can’t stop looking at her melon sized tits gaping out of her low cut top. She keeps leaning in closer and her breast is brushing my arm, the smell of her perfume dominating my senses. I imagine taking her from behind whilst she’s washing up, an image I have to work hard to shake before I get a raging hard on.
***
The following Tuesday and it’s lunchtime, I’m sitting eating my sandwiches and Jas walks in with bags of shopping “retail therapy” she says without me asking.
“Makes you feel better does it, Jas?”
She tells me things at home aren’t good and buying stuff is the best way to cheer herself up.
“What have you blown your wages on this week then ?”
“Well, lots of nice undies, a couple of sexy tight tops, and errm, these.”
She hands me an expensive looking bag, and I open it, my eyes light up, inside are a pair of black leather knee length boots.
“Sexy huh ?”
They certainly are, I can smell that they are real leather, not some plastic imitation. “Fucking beautiful, Jas.”
She told me that she wanted to spice things up between her and her husband, Scott and had decided to try the boots. “If he doesn’t want to fuck me in these then there’s no hope.”
**
Thursday came around again, our usual get together, but I was taking it easy as I had taken the car into work. Jas as usual came and sat by my side.
“So, did he fuck your brains out then?”
She tutted and raised her eyes towards the ceiling. “Bastard fell asleep before I even got them on.”
“How on earth can anyone resist a girl in boots, especially one as sexy as you, Jas?”
“Oh so you fancy me then, I kind of knew, I mean you’re always looking at my tits, Pete.”
I admitted I couldn’t really miss them as she always had them on show.
“Cheeky bastard !” she said and slapped my arm.
We chatted for about another twenty minutes until I told her I was going home. She asked if I could give her a lift home, well as it was on my way I agreed.
**
Jas barely said a word on the way back, but I couldn’t take my eyes off her legs. Her skirt has a high slit one the right hand side, meaning every time I changed gear I caught an eyeful of her creamy thigh. I’m sure she knew this as every time I looked again the slit seemed to reveal more and more. This coupled with her sweet perfume made it very hard to concentrate on the road.
As we pulled up outside her house, she turned to me, looked me straight in the eye and asked if I wanted to come in for a drink.
“What about Scott?”
“Oh, I forgot to say, he’s not back until tomorrow, business trip.”
**
I sat in her lounge, a very plush affair, nice deep sofas, huge Plasma TV and a massive oval shaped dining table that dominated the room.
Jas comes in with two bottles of beer and hands me one.
“Scott treats you good, Jas?”
“Yeah, he’s a fine man, I get what I want from him, except in the bedroom.”
She was staring deep into my eyes, her beautiful eyes captivated me, her lips coated in that ruby lipstick seemed to be saying “kiss me” I moved in and my lips met hers, a sweet moist kiss which we both seemed to be enjoying. Unfortunately she pulled away. “No Pete, it’s not right, I like you, you know that don’t you ? But as useless as Scott is, he is still my hubby.”
“Come on Jas, I can give you what you want, when was the last time you had a decent fuck?”
“Last week, just me my fingers and a vibrator, works for me.”
“Wish I could have been a fly on the wall, Jas.”
She looks embarrassed, and is tongue tied, something that rarely happens, I let the silence hand for a moment before she speaks.
“Look, you can’t fuck me, but there are other ways of enjoying ourselves.”
“Such as ?”
“Don’t try and act green, Pete - we could pleasure each other in other ways, I could suck your dick, or you could eat me out.”
There is one other thing on my mind - “You could wear the boots for me, Jas?”
A coy little smile lights her face, “I could, if you really wanted me too, I mean really.”
“I really fucking do, Jas”
Her delicate fingers caress the bulge now growing in my trousers, smoothing up and down the growing ridge, in no time at all she has my trousers and shorts pulled down by my knees and is stroking my growing length.
