Lunch with Liz: Part 1

This takes place based on the day of a real event with a female coworker named Liz. Liz often glanced at my bulge in our morning meetings. I even once caught her doing so, then turning her head and sighing. While she was always pleasant to be around and appeared happily married, she evidently had a curious, wild side. Given I sat across from her and toward the windows, I usually stared outside while others spoke. This placed her in my line of vision. One morning the top of her dress had gathered slack on the left side, opening it up more. I took a peep or two and more of her breast was showing. Then, I watched in amazement as she looked down to adjust it. I was enthralled because it was plain as day what she was doing. She casually adjusted the top, not to pull it back tight, but to loosen it even more. She turned her chair to the side, farther than one would need to. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Kim, my supervisor, notice this and look her way. I stared at Liz and saw 2/3 of her left breast, including part of her bra, which itself wasn’t very snug. I couldn’t say or do anything, of course, so sat as still as possible despite being thrilled. Eventually, she turned back again and things continued as normal. The bulge glancing was one thing but her wanting to show like that revealed quite a bit in my opinion.

The following is fantasy. If it were to happen, her behavior is modeled after how I knew her day to day. Sweet as can be but takes care of business with a knack for being honest and firm in her daily work tasks. She’s very confident but is in no way narcissistic. The dress she is wearing on the far left in the above collage is exactly the type she would wear to work. That is an appropriate one to say she’s wearing in the story.

I accompanied a client during their visit with Liz, as some feel more at ease and like to have another ear present. The appointment went like any other. Finishing up, I walk my client to the door and Liz asks to speak with me. In the back of my mind, the morning “occurrence” flashes. She was wearing one of her many pretty dresses, always looking professional yet striking. I sit down and think nothing of this, as she often wanted to get a case manager’s input or voice a concern.
“So James”, she says. “I think they might be having some issues they aren’t aware of or don’t want to speak about. What do you think?” I reply, “Yeah, I’ve noticed something is off but can’t put my finger on it. I’ll do my best to see what I can find out.” “Great, I would appreciate it.” Liz replies. “How is your day going?“ she asks. “About average. You know, I had a schedule but it was quickly nixed.” I said, laughing because it was often true. She laughed as well and changed gears. “So, are you a bachelor? You seem the type, no offense.” she says. I reply, “Yes I am. At this point in life I need a break. I want to make a career change as well so a relationship wouldn’t be best right now.” “Gotcha. I just wondered, thanks for being honest.” she said. “Since you’re leaving, the meetings won’t be nearly as fun without your sense of humor.” “Thank you.” I replied, adding “That’s nice to hear and I’ll miss you all too. You are the best provider I’ve worked with by the way, no k**ding.” “Ohhh thank you, that’s sweet and encouraging.” she said with a genuine appreciation.
The tone of the conversation was morphing in different ways and I enjoyed it, as she and I had never talked much at length. I could tell she was leading up to something. Tapping her pen on her desk and in deep thought, she took things in yet another direction. She stood, walked to her office door and locked it. “It’s almost lunch and I need my down time.” she quipped happily. I took in how pretty she looked as she stood by the corner of her desk. I also realized by her locking the door, she expected me to stay. She then said, “So…I hear you’re a leg man?” with an excited glimmer in her eyes. I didn’t reply right away and chuckled a bit. “Well, yeah.” I reply. “I suppose I’ve been here so long that not much is secret.” “Oh it’s okay. It’s nothing to feel the need to hide, I work hard to stay in shape and some admiration is nice.” Obviously, she had already observed I enjoyed hers, probably starting back when she sat next to me in meetings. When she reached down to adjust her shoe or pant hem, I often looked down simultaneously.
She walks to her chair, sits down and says “Would you mind coming over here for a moment?” I felt nervous in an unsure but exciting way. She is sitting with her legs crossed, her foot bouncing up and down. “Feel mine. They should be very smooth.” she said with a cute, casual tone. I didn’t think twice and knelt. My hand shook slightly as it made contact with her skin. I had lusted over these legs for so long, it was surreal being able to actually caress them. They did feel soft and lovely. “What do you think? You’re the expert.” she said slyly. “They feel very nice. They’re beautiful.” I said. “Thank you, James.” she replied before very slowly pulling the dress up a little further. “How about up here?”, she said. I was full of adrenalin and becoming hard.
Uncrossing her legs, she presents her thighs to me. I can just barely see her panties peeking from underneath. I’m in a trance-like state, taking in her wonderful body. Because I’m reaching into her chair, I’m leaning forward. She raises one of her legs until the front of her ankle is between my legs. I then feel the top of her foot moving forward and back against my balls. “Being a leg man, you must appreciate feet. That’s often the case.” she not just asks but states. “You’re right.” I mutter and add, “You take care of yours well.” She replies in a slow, seductive tone, “Yes…I do. I’m glad you appreciate it.” I continue to feel and explore her legs. She slips her shoe off and grazes around, looking for my cock. Finding it, she presses her toes firmly. I let out a deep sigh. The point of no return was passed, so I said, “I’ve seen you eyeing it many times.” Not missing a beat, she replies, “Mmm yeah. It’s nice to finally know what it feels like.” With a devious look, she pressed against it again even harder. I sighed deeper with pleasure. That took things up a notch and I had to taste her.
I undo my belt, loosen my pants and take it out for her. My breathing now heavier, I look down and watch as she slips her other shoe off, then running her toes against my cock. I lean down and begin kissing her legs while my hands roam around. I feel her run her fingers through my hair and hear a sexy gasp as I lick her thigh. I lean back momentarily, my eyes closed, concentrating on her caressing feet. It feels incredible. Looking at her with dazed eyes, I tell her, “Take your panties off.” “Umkay...” she replies, and as she does so, raising the left, then the right cheek of her ass before sliding them down to the floor. “Scoot to the edge for me.” I said as things intensified. I gently push her legs apart, which look phenomenal in the position with her feet now in the air. Biting her lip, she pulls her dress back, revealing the heavenly view between her thighs. With a light, neatly trimmed patch of hair above it, I beheld Liz’s gorgeous pussy. It looked just as pristine as the rest of her always does. She wanted to be eaten. I wanted to give her that.
Whether her husband didn’t satisfy her this way or she had just fantasized about me doing it, she placed both hands on my head, eagerly pulling me in while she leaned back. I ran my tongue along her lips. She tasted divine. Clean, almost with a sweet flavor. She was quite wet by now and I licked up as much as possible. I then focused on her swollen clit, which caused her to begin moaning, though very quietly. Her phone rang and she immediately sent it voicemail after briefly struggling to reach the button. She placed her leg closest to the desk on the edge of it, giving me more access. My beard was getting drenched her delicious juices. I slipped a finger deep between her lips, which were very tight. She was breathing heavily and this turned me on even more. I sucked her clit into my mouth while simultaneously flicking it with my tongue, a technique I have found works very well. She began groaning and grabbed her other leg, pulling and holding it up high. Her juices made their way to the chair at this point and I slipped a second finger in. Her muscles gripped them with such force that it took strength and determination to stimulate her g-spot. I steadily sucked, flicked and fingered her steadily. With her free hand, she covers her mouth to muffle the uncontrollable moaning. Suddenly her body tenses, her legs jerking inward as she comes. I make every effort to have her do so as strong as possible.
Her body jerks once, then a second time, then a third before her body begins slowing as her orgasm subsides. I continue to lick with more calm strides. Slowly removing my fingers, I take them into my mouth, relishing all of her cum until swallowing. With her catching her breath, her legs had become jelly. I held them behind her knees to push them open. She slumped down into the chair as I resumed licking her clean. It had pooled and as a result, there was a large amount on her inner thighs and ass. I licked more, being sure to get every drop from her asshole, which was smooth and pretty. I planted a gentle kiss upon it.
I knelt backward, sitting on my legs. My cock raging from my pants, I watched her recover. She looked amazing. Her hair slightly a mess made her even sexier. I was happy to have finally pleasured her. Just watching and slowly stroking my cock, I look to see what time it is. With shallow breaths, she said, “There’s 20 minutes left. We gotta take care of you.” Not replying, I took her foot in my left hand and rubbed my cock against it. “Oh my, it’s almost the same length…”, she says with a smile. Having a humorous moment, I smile and say, “It’s not easy to keep it inconspicuous.” “Please never do.” she replies with a tone of flirty advice. This gave a boost, so I held both of her feet and slid between the arches. Looking at her again, we lock eyes. She swiftly slips the top of her dress off her shoulders, followed by yanking the cups of her bra downward until her tits pop out. They are beautiful and just as perky as when in the bra. Massaging them, she gives me a sultry look that says she wants me to come and come hard.
Still holding her feet, I stand. It wasn’t going to be long before I exploded and I didn’t think at all about where. Almost in a whisper, I hear her say, “Yes James, fuck ‘em and come for me.” As I thrust faster against her soft skin, multiple drops of pre-cum land on her calves. It’s too intense and I can’t hold back any longer. I let go of her feet and start jerking. She leaps forward to edge of her chair and latches her mouth around the head. Seconds later, I begin to empty into her warm mouth. Her dainty hands graze along my legs, one of them moving to my balls. I do all I can to keep quiet as rope after rope spills out while her tongue flies underneath the head. She calmly takes it all, swallowing repeatedly. I have a few spasms with the last of it.
I let go of my cock and she gently puts her hands on the shaft while slowly milking it. I look down at this beautiful woman and stroke her hair while my body shudders. Having sucked all of it out, she lets my cock fall from her lips, down her chin and off. Looking up at me, she smiles and licks her bottom lip. I smile back and lean down to kiss her. It’s filled with a passion that indicates this will be both the first and last time, yet nothing about it is somber. We get ourselves dressed and it is a quiet end. I turn before opening the door, saying “I’ll see you in the morning.” With the cutest possible grin, she doesn’t speak but wiggles her fingers goodbye…