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Twang in Haste, Jean for Leasure
by Lion24655 (lion24655@37.com)
***
Early morning tea-making at a business conference, a
bra strap twanged my mistake, a boss melting in my
hands. (MF, reluc)
***
How could I have done something so stupid? Day-
dreaming, and I did it...
Our company believes in sending staff away to
conferences - but only to cheap ones. In Spartan
surroundings. And this had been no different. They had
decided that the head of our branch - Jean - and I -
second in charge - should go to this conference. We had
travelled separately on the Friday evening, had enjoyed
the conference and got a surprising amount from the
conference, returning home on the Sunday evening. But
it was early Sunday morning when I did it.
It was the sort of conference centre where there was
half a dozen single rooms on a corridor, all sharing a
tea-making kitchen. I had decided to make a cup about
seven o-clock, had wandered to the kitchen in trousers
and T-shirt, only to find Jean already there. It was
seven in the morning - I was in a daze, I did what I
would have done at home to the wife - I twanged her
bra-strap through her blouse! Without thinking. How
could I have been so stupid?
Jean was a good boss. She was in her late thirties and
as far as I was aware lived on her own, and had done
well for herself. She kept a bit aloof from the office
where we worked, was quiet and reserved and dressed in
a reserved way, but treated her staff fairly and well.
In our office there were about 10 women of various ages
and three men (including me) - it was a nice place to
work, although we all, at this stage, kept our
relationships separate from our work relationships. She
was a good boss, but she was bound to react.
"What are you doing?" she demanded. "Why did you do
that? Keep your hands off me."
I spluttered my apologies, said how I hadn’t meant to
do it. "Hadn’t meant to do it? What did you mean to
do?" It took several minutes to calm her down, to
explain how I did that to my wife, that I’d done it
without thinking.
In the end Jean stormed off, and sat the other side of
the conference hall from me for the rest of the day,
avoiding me at meal and coffee times. She left without
having spoken to me for the rest of the Sunday. There
was just a little corner of my mind which nagged away -
was the anger just anger.
The following day, because of the conference, I went
into work late at lunchtime. Jean was already there in
her office - she gave a formal and stiff wave, but her
face was far from friendly. As she waved I heard a
sound behind me - someone had twanged a strap. When I
turned to see who, the rest of girls in the office,
plus Steve and Brian, had their heads down, apparently
working hard, but there was a hint of sniggers from
some of them. It happened for the rest of the day
whenever I wasn’t looking - the sound of straps
twanging, sniggers, until I disappeared into my office.
The following day the jokes continued - I found a
massive bra on my chair in the morning. Pieces of
elastic lying around. And of course there was the
innuendos - "…….would you like to stretch a point……"
and sniggering. Clearly Jean had told them. With me she
was very formal, businesslike, but allowed no other
interaction. But there was something, something which
suggested I needed to prepare in case.
On Thursday evening before leaving work Jean and I
normally get together to discuss the weeks work, what
ends need to be tidied up, what needed to be set up for
the next week. Through the week there had been no let
up in the jokes. She came and sat in my office as usual
across the desk from me.
We talked formally of business, we planned, we sorted
what needed to be sorted, and as we did so I saw all
the rest of the staff leave the office. When we were
the only two people left, I got up from my seat, went
around the desk, then sat on the desk in front of Jean
looking down at her.
"Why did you tell them about the bra strap." I spoke in
my most domineering voice, pointing to the general
office. Jean looked stunned, her mouth opening and
closing without saying anything. I peered down at her.
"Why did you tell them?"
She stuttered - "I didn’t mean to, it just came out."
I was quite angry. "Just came out?" I shouted at her.
"Why didn’t you tell them I’d grabbed your tits at the
same time?" There was a long pause and silence. "Well?"
Jean stopped her mouth moving and looked to the floor.
Again after a pause I continued. "I bet you didn’t tell
them because that is what you want me to do."
She looked up suddenly. "What? I didn‘t tell them that
because you didn‘t do that," she stammered.
I spoke evenly again. "I bet you didn’t tell them that
because you really do want me to grope your tits." Jean
was quiet as I moved off the desk, sat on a chair
beside her and turned her chair to face me.
"Listen to me," I spoke more kindly to her. "You can
simply walk out of this room and we will never talk
about this again; you can walk out of this room and get
me the sack for sexual harassment. I will not stop
you." I paused. "But I think the truth is you really
do want me to grope your tits - they are really
gorgeous tits - and maybe do more."
There was silence for several seconds. Again I broke
the silence. "Do you want to leave?"
Her voice was barely a whisper. "No - I would like to
stay."
I reached my hands out and cupped her tits through her
blouse and began to squeeze and caress them gently -
they were a perfect fit in my hands, and as I gently
squeezed her nipples they hardened immediately. I
watched as Jean’s eyes glazed, her breathing hardening
as I worked those glorious tits of hers. After a few
moments I undid her blouse and pulled it apart, then
simply scooped the tits out of her bra. They looked
even better in the flesh.
Again I let my hands roam all over her tits, pinching
the nipples, squeezing gently, but getting slightly
more rough with them. Whatever I did just seemed to
make her breathe more heavily. I stood up, held her
tits and pulled her to her feet with them. I quickly
removed her blouse, then removed her bra. I leant
forward and took one of her nipples in my mouth and
began to nibble and suck, while my hand held her other
tit. After a couple of minutes I transferred my mouth
to her other nipple, but this time my hands undid her
skirt, and dropped it to the floor, then pushed her
panties down as far as I could, then they dropped to
the floor around her ankles. I stood back, admiring her
now completely naked.
I walked around behind Jean, and cupped her tits again
and pulled her hard to me. Then pulled her to the
carpeted floor of my office, then quickly undressed.
I lay beside her, kissing her on the lips, my hands now
busy all over her body. With my knee I forced her legs
apart, my fingers momentarily playing in her pubic
hair, before disappearing between her legs. As I kissed
I felt the wetness between her legs, gently pinched the
lips of her pussy, before plunging two fingers as far
as I could into her. As my fingers slid inside I heard
her moan into my ear. I explored inside her pussy with
my fingers, then let my thumb rest on her clitoris. As
my thumb began to move I heard her gasp, moan, then cry
out "This is so good." I felt her legs widen as far as
they could of their own accord.
I allowed my thumb to circle her clitoris as my fingers
began to fuck her. She was so wet that my fingers slid
in and out easily. It was so easy I managed to slide a
third, then a fourth finger inside. I stopped for a
moment and ordered her - "Squeeze my fingers." She
responded immediately, moaning as she did so.
Again I finger fucked her for a few more moments, my
thumb on her clitoris, then after moving myself lower
down, I pulled my fingers almost out, put my thumb to
my fingers and pushed hard. She was so tight around my
hand but I did not let go the pressure, instead
increasing the pressure all the time. Suddenly she gave
way and my whole fist was inside her. She gasped in
pain at the invasion, but slowly relaxed, until she was
squeezing my hand and moaning is ecstasy, begging for
more.
I left my fist inside her, my fingers rippling against
the inside walls of her pussy and put my tongue to her
clitoris and began to lick it as hard as I could.
Within seconds she screamed, her body shuddered and
kept shuddering as an orgasm overwhelmed her. It felt
like my hand was being crushed as the muscles of her
pussy contracted and released over and over.
At last her body relaxed, my fist still inside her.
After a few moments I slowly removed my hand, and
gently ran the pussy-soaked hand all over Jean’s face,
and through her hair. I don’t think she was even aware
of what I was doing - if she was she didn’t object.
After she had recovered I whispered that it was my
turn. I roughly pulled her onto her hands and knees,
spread her legs wide, put my cock to her pussy and
thrust deep inside in one go. I was amazed - even after
being fisted, she still felt so tight and sweet. I
reached around and began to play with her clitoris as I
slowly began to move my cock in and out. I let my
finger caress her asshole, then licked it and pushed my
finger deep inside her.
Jean was so far gone she would enjoy anything at this
stage, so I thrust my cock in and out, my finger
playing on her clitoris, my finger plunging in and out
of her asshole - I could feel my finger and cock moving
against each other through the membrane. Within seconds
she screamed out again as a second orgasm overcame her,
her muscles contracting on my finger and cock. I just
managed to stop myself coming, and pulled out of her
pussy.
Again Jean needed some moments to recover, but this
time I lay her on her back, aimed my cock to her mouth,
then fell into a sixty nine, my cock, coated with my
pre-cum and her juices, plunging deep into her mouth.
Within seconds I had my mouth clamped to her pussy, my
cock plunging in and out of her mouth, her tongue
working on my cock - she was really good.
I transferred my tongue to her clitoris, thrust my cock
in and out of her lips, and in seconds I could feel my
cum rising. I thrust harder, and as I felt myself come
I felt Jean’s body shuddering again. We came together
as I filled her mouth with my cum, she swallowing hard
to take it all in. It was several seconds before we
rolled apart, both exhausted.
We lay together many minutes, then Jean said - I need
to go home. I looked at the time - it was time to go as
well. Jean thanked me and admitted I had made her do so
much more than she’d ever done before. Fisting, her ass
being penetrated - she had never even had a man cum in
her mouth before. She was insistent however - this
could not be repeated.
After Jean had left I went over to the cupboard which I
had prepared earlier - with a two-way mirror on the
front, my video camera inside.
***
Two weeks later my wife Judy and I had invited all the
office to a Bar-b-que. Judy and I enjoyed the
adventures we both had, enjoyed sharing our adventures,
and sometimes indulged ourselves with a third person
when making love. She had loved the videos, it had led
to some really hot sex between us. She had wanted every
detail - and in the end wanted Jean as well. It was her
idea to have the bar-b-que.
Jean and I had said nothing in the office, nothing had
been repeated. Surprisingly everyone had come along to
the bar-b-que. We ate well, we drank wine, we chatted,
we laughed. It was as the evening drew in that I
mentioned I had a special video I wanted to show. After
a bit of moving around and getting drinks, I got
everyone settled in front of our large screen TV. I
turned the video on, and quickly the room went silent,
with just Jean saying no, but stuck to her chair in
shock.
I had spent a lot of time editing the video to get it
as I wanted it. There on the screen was film of Jean
allowing her tits to be caressed, undressed, on the
floor begging to be fisted, being fucked doggy style,
sucking cock and swallowing cum. And I had not tried to
hide that it was me doing the caressing and the fisting
and the fucking.
At first the others had been shocked into silence. Then
there was a sense that the silence had changed to
fascination. Then the silence changed to arousal. Then,
as the video ended, the silence became congratulations
and clapping. Jean sat in shock, in terror, in acute
and total embarrassment, but it was clear even she was
fully aroused by what she had seen. Suddenly she felt
pleased that it had been so good, and so impressed her
staff. She would still be the boss, but perhaps our
office would change completely now. And the evening was
only beginning...
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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