Lunchtime [M/F], [Mast], [Cheat]

I met Lucy when she started working in the same office. I was based in a different department, so contact tended to be limited to “Good morning” and “hiyas” and that was about it.
She was pretty. Long, straight, dark brown hair tied in a ponytail, cute green eyes and a mischievous smile. Her ears were pierced multiple times, with a small stud in each ear.
It was a few weeks after I first met her when I actually saw her stood up, normally she was at low down at her desk, beavering away at whatever it was she did.
This time she was stood by the copier, and her curves were fully visible.
A great backside filled a pair of smart black trousers, slightly flared over some short heels, and a cardigan covered what looked to be a reasonable rack.
She was still a great looking woman.

I got into conversation with her was over email, a work question that took a bit of back and forth to solve but it eventually turned conversational. Over the following days we chatted over email getting to know one and other. We had common interests and got on well, bantering and flirting to break up the work day.
Eventually I plucked up the courage to ask her out (well, sort off. I did it over email when I could have walked downstairs and done the same but I wussed out) but my hopes were dashed when she said she had a boyfriend.
Despite the setback, I’m not a big enough dick to stop mailing and talking to her just because I wasn’t going to get in her knickers so we carried on our conversations, which grew into meeting for lunch in the canteen to eventually being good friends.

Lucy was always quite flirty, which was no bad thing because the smile that followed some well-placed innuendo had the desired effect on me. I had been through somewhat of a dry spell and I was reasonably sure that I knew the limits of our relationship but it was nice to get the odd compliment and suggestive comment that made me wonder.
I changed roles slightly and was moved downstairs into the same office as Lucy, so got to see her on a much more regular basis. Eventually her attire changed from the conservative trousers and cardigan, to full-on, brightly coloured wrap dresses that fell just above the knee, and bared plenty of cleavage. I didn’t join the dots myself but a colleague pointed out that it was purely for my benefit (most other men in the office were either much older).
But benefit I did.
With the long hair down, 6inch heels of sexy, shiny shoes and the dresses that left just enough to the imagination, it was all I could do to keep my cock under control. I cursed my luck that I wasn’t going to get to play with that body.
We would go for walks at lunchtime, and talk, and flirt and it got to the point where we would almost act like a couple, but nothing ever happened. One of the directors actually called me to a meeting, purely to ask what the score was. I told him that we were good friends and there was nothing going to because she has a boyfriend.
He responded with a classic piece of advice that will live with me until the day I die – “He with a feint heart, never fucked a pig” (not saying she was a pig, it’s just a local colloquialism – if I didn’t try, I wouldn’t get anywhere.

One weekend several of us from the office had a night out and, predictably, we all got smashed. I was dancing close with Lucy, my hands on her fantastic ass as we meandered around the dance floor. The beer, the fact that she was dressed to kill (even more than normal) and even the smell of her perfume, was driving me mad.
Eventually I leaned forward and went forward for a kiss but she turned her face just slightly so I kissed the corner of her mouth.
“naughty” was her only reply with a smile.

The next morning, I text her to apologise, carefully worded just in case the text was intercepted.
She replied saying not to worry, and she only just turned away, a few more jack and cokes and she would have probably gone for it.
Doh!
The following Monday, at lunchtime we were walking down one of the country lanes near the office and she dropped the bombshell.
“So do you fancy me?”
“Sounds like a daft question, of course I do” I was quick and honest.
“Why?”
Dangerous ground here…
“Because your pretty as a picture, and fun, and…” I hesitated
“And?” She pressed.
“And you have a rocking set of tits” I joked.
We turned a corner down a wooded lane, it was a quiet summers day and we had made this walk a dozen times to enjoy the weather and escape work for an hour, but this time was different.
“You can feel them if you want”
I paused. I looked at her. She was deadly serious.
“Really?” I asked, somewhat baffled, like a school boy getting an unexpected treat.
“Yeah, but only on the outside” she said as a matter of fact.
I didn’t hesitate and I quickly reached forward and placed my hand on her boob and groped her through the thin material of her dress.
I could tell that the 38DD bra below was silky and I instantly grew hard.
My other hand groped at the second, before I glanced around to see if anyone else was nearby.
Fortunately, it was just us. I moved my hands around, stroking my fingertips over the exposed parts of her smooth skin. My heartrate jumped, and while it was only ‘a bit lf upstairs, outside’, I was the first touch I’d had in several months. To be frank, it was ace.
I leaned forward and kissed her on the lips and this time she didn’t move away.
I kissed her lips then her cheek and moved down her neck as I continued to grope at her chest through her dress.

Getting brave, I kissed her lips again, pressing my tongue against hers, almost as a distraction. I pinched the top of her dress and bra and moved it away from her body and moved my other hand toward the opening.
She broke the kiss and said “naughty” again, pushing my hand away.

Cursing my luck, a ran my hands down her sides to her waist, our bodies now close with my obvious hardon pressing against her.
By now I was in a state of freefall. My cock was on fire but it was obvious I wasn’t going to be able to go too far.
But, I still had waters to test so I ran my hand around her waist, toward her bum. I grabbed for a moment before finding the gap in her dress. I slid my hand in and felt the bare skin of her ass.
A thong filled the gap between her buttocks and she muttered “naughty” and pulled my hand from inside her dress.
She grinned and said “My turn to touch” as she stepped back, and deftly grabbed my cock through my trousers.
She pawed it slightly, trying to determine size through my clothing but it caused me to twitch and bulge further.
I guessed this would be as far as she would go, but I didn’t care where we were or what we were doing so I reached to undo my fly.
She didn’t object but she moved her hand away as lowered the top of my boxers and my cock was exposed to air.
The looked at it for a moment but put her hands behind her back. I kissed her again, but she pulled away slightly. It wasn’t just her playing hard to get, it was obvious that she had boundaries that I wouldn’t be allowed to cross.
“Make it cum” she stated.
Bingo I thought. Or not.
“Why don’t you do it for me?” I pushed my luck.
“I want to see you do it. I want to watch you shoot your cum” she said with an unpractised but sultry tone.
Whatever – I did as I was commanded and started to stroke.
The situation was bizarre, I was stood with cock in hand a few feet from the main road and an old man walking his dog could appear at any moment.
But I was so turned on, I had to go for it and I vigorously stroked my dick.
Lucy watched attentively, occasionally making eye contact with me, smiling and encouraging me to shoot.
As I reached the end, I was expecting her to grab my dick, or take in her mouth or bend over so I could muck-out on her ass.
But porn is a big fat liar, and instead I just let go and came. I shot what felt like half a pint of cum into the nearby undergrowth.
“Hmmm. Well done” she smiled. I was pretty much cross-eyed.

I tucked myself back in and we walked to work. We walked on silence but she held my hand most of the way, but let it go as the building became visible, obviously not wanting to arouse suspicion.

Back in the office she sent me an email saying ‘That was fun’.
I replied saying that fun was an understatement.
My phone vibrated and I had a new text from Lucy
‘I bet your cock would feel amazing in my pussy’.
That was enough to start me on the way to getting hard again
“I suppose there is only one way to find out” I replied, going for broke.
“U r right. But I can’t. Sorry”
I was gutted, down but not out.
“I suppose you are right, but now you’ve seen me cum, it’s only fair that I see you cum”
There was a pause. We were pretty far in now, but I may have just pushed my luck too far.
My phone vibrated again.
“Tomorrow lunchtime”

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That night lay in bed, after reliving the earlier events with another wank.
My phone vibrated and I looked at the screen. It was a picture message, containing a shot of (what I assumed where) Lucy’s tits and the caption “u get to see these tomoz. If ur a good boy u can suck them”

The following day dragged as I waited for lunchtime.
Even knowing that sex was off the table, I could barely contain the excitement of what was in store.
At one o’clock she innocently walked to my desk with her hand bag over her shoulder and car keys in her hand, and asked politely if I was ready for lunch. I replied I was and said see you later to the others as we left.
We got in the car and drove off.

Apart from me giving her directions to my house, not a word was spoken. We pulled up and walked to the house and I unlocked the back door. Straight away she walked up the stairs and I followed, indicating left to my room. I shut the door and she immediately lay on the bed.
Her loose dress had ridden up but nothing was visible, yet.
I joined her and leaned in for a kiss. We kissed for a few minutes and I ran my hand across her tits.
Being laid down, they fell just slightly toward her face which caused her cleavage to be accentuated.
She was sexy as fuck, and on my bed.
Now was the time to be bold and I undid the bow on her dress, causing it to fall open and reveal her body.
“Wow” was all I could muster.
Her bra and thong were silky purple patterned and matched the colour of the high heeled shoes that she still had on. All of a sudden, this confident girl fell self-conscious, pulling her arms close as if trying to hide away. I thought it might be guilt, but she whispered.
“Do you like”? Not in a sexy way, but actually questioning. She felt vulnerable.
“very much” I said, running my hand first across her tits, then down her stomach (possibly the source of her concern but nothing to put any man off) toward her thong.

This was it.

“You know I said I wanted to watch you cum?” I whispered
“Hmm” she replied. We kissed again.
“Well, I’d rather make you cum” with that I ran my fingers into her thong. I moved through the short and fuzzy bush to her pussy and I found her lips.
They were already wet. I slid my index finger between them and pushed inside her.
She gasped into my mouth as I penetrated her and she spread her legs to aid my entry.
Having my hand in her knickers was probably sexier than her being naked at that moment.
My other hand reached for her bra and I exposed her left breast. It looked different to the low-res photo I had seen the night before. The nipple was dark and tight and in a second it was in my mouth.
She moaned again and I pulled my hand out of her knickers.
I licked my finger and sat up next to her, then moving between her legs.
She looked at me, nervously.
I wasn’t going to overstep the bounds of the tacit agreement, even though I would have loved to plow into her at that very moment.
However, I gently grabbed her thong and pulled it down her butt, along her legs, over her heels and dropped it to the floor.
I looked into her eyes for a moment.
I got mixed signals from her, she wanted more but didn’t know herself how much.

I scooted along the bed and dropped down to rest on my elbows, then leaned in to her pussy.
I admired it for a second and simply ran my tongue across it.
She let out an audible moan. Her lips protruded nicely and I played with them with my tongue and lips, before pushing between them and across her hole.
“No one has done that in yeaaaaars” she moaned.
I didn’t reply, but I was mortified to find that any man could resist licking a pussy to orgasm if he had one to hand.

I licked up and down for five minutes or so, even dipping down the tricky to reach bumhole and poking at it with my tongue.
If her pussy hadn’t been licked in so long, her ass probably never was.
I soon added my fingers to the party, pressing one in, then two into her wet pussy. My other hand managed to remove my straining dick from my trousers and I lightly stroked my cock as I licked and fingered Lucy’s dripping snatch. I was well into my stride now and every so often I would look up and see her chest rising and falling. Her eyes were closed.
I let my cock go to pinch and play with her nipples with my free hand.
While I was out of practice, I sensed was hitting the spot and sure enough, after about ten minutes, she reached down and grabbed the back of my head, pushing me against her as she came, grunting my name before straining to grunt the word ‘Fuck’.
I lapped at her pussy until she pushed my head away and I kneeled up to look at her and take in the beauty of a post-coital girl half naked on my bed.
She was flustered and breathing heavily, slightly red in the face.

I was proud of my work.

My cock was upright and demanding attention. I leaned forward and kissed her deeply, causing my cock to fall just against her wetness.
I could feel the wet heat on my bellend and it caused my cock to twitch.
With all my self-control I stopped from pushing it inside her and fucking her like I was desperate to do.
“Naughty” she mumbled as we kissed, pushing her pelvis upward so her pussy lips kissed at my dick, but then her hand pushed my hips away, almost carefully avoiding my cock.
I sat up again and took my cock in hand.
I was a bit gutted it was going to be a handy again, but at least the view was good.
“So you’re not going to return the favour?” I teased.
“I can’t” she replied, dejected.
“Your mouth would feel so much better than my hand”
She shook her head.
“It’s ok” I replied. I was disappointed but I understood her reasoning. I continued to stroke and felt my own orgasm approach.

“You can’t put it inside me, and I’m not going to touch it, but there is another way…” She glanced at her chest, still bound by the bra but both boobs were pushed out of their cups.
I quickly removed my trousers and straddled her tummy, resting on my knees.
I poked my cock toward the underside of her cleavage and pushed, her tits engulfing my penis as it went.
“Wow” was all I could muster as I stroked my cock between her soft, white tits.
The bra kept the cleavage tight so the grip on my cock was perfect.
Lucy smiled as I fucked her tits, eyes locked on mine, her hands by her side passively as I helped myself to her body, close to hitting my own finish.
I felt the build-up and I picked up the pace, pawing at her tits to make the gap tighter, sweat and precum making my makeshift pussy feel incredible.
“I’m close” I moaned but she didn’t budge.
I quickly erupted and the first rope of sticky cum shot and hit her on the chin. A second reached further and landed delicately across her face, from her nose and across her lips.
The rest pooled up between her tits as I slowed my fucking and eventually stopped. I removed my cock, accidentally smearing cum across her bra as I sat back next to her
“Wow, that was incredible” I muttered.
Lucy scooped the cum off her lips and rubbed it onto her nipple.
“I didn’t do anything; I was just laying here” she said nonchalantly.
She rubbed the rest of my spunk into her tits, maintaining eye contact all the time. I was dumbfounded.

Here she was, on my bed, her tits covered in harry monk and I could still taste her pussy on my lips.

We drove back to the office in silence.
Again, after some innocent emails, I received a text
“I can still feel ur dried cum on my tits. Its very sexy”

Zing. I was hard again

“I can still taste your pussy” I replied.
“I havent cum like that in forever, your tongue is amazing”
“My tongue is there any time u want it” I replied.
“Same time tomoro” was the reply.

Edit – sorry for the textwall – 1st post :-P