Julie

Julie, well, she was special. We started out at work, she was a
high-up in a neighboring department, I was a low-level programmer type
in another. She’d attend meetings concerning system conversions at
which I or another programmer on the team would be presenting
information. She was always the sweet one, helping to offset attacks
to the plan when somebody thought their toes were being stepped on.

We started innocently enough (or at least I did, anyway; I think she
had some experience in this sort of thing). I mean, I really wasn’t
overly attracted to her, and had never even dreamt of some of the
things I later found she was into. In a way, she reminded me of a girl
from college named Tammy.

Tammy was a big girl. Not fat, just broad shoulders and an
accompanying figure. When we were freshmen we played around a bit, but
nothing much happened. Then, when we were seniors, we started running
into each other more and more and we ended up back in her room, necking
and petting. There really wasn’t much talking, we just lay there in
the dark, knowing that after graduation we probably wouldn’t see each
other again, nibbling and stroking. She found her way down to my pants
and worked the zipper open, then proceeded to lick me with great
passion and thoroughness, bathing my whole midriff with her tongue.
All the while, I was aching for her to open her mouth, go for my
engorged cock, and take the shaft deep into her throat as I pumped my
hot come into her.

She took her time, though. She came back up without sucking me, and I
kissed her hard and ripped off her shirt. She had been gentle, but I
couldn’t wait. Her nipples were already hard as I began to lick them,
then had her lick my fingers before I rolled those nipples and she
rolled her eyes. I went for her pants but she stopped me, telling me
that it was the wrong time of the month, maybe next week. Then she
smiled and said “That doesn’t mean we can’t have fun, though.” and
headed back down to my cock.

With a little encouragement, she once again had be going hot and heavy,
ready to fire, and she still hadn’t sucked it yet. I had never had a
deep throat job before, but I was ready to make her take all of it
whether she wanted it or not. When she started to lower her lips
around the shaft, her fingers tickling my balls, I raised up off the
bed to meet her. She didn’t need my help. She was headed toward the
base of my cock and wasn’t going to be held back. Four strokes later I
grabbed the back of her head and held her down as I exploded, wave
after wave flowing into her from my hot cock. She stayed down for a
while, licking me and blowing cool air across my cock to cool it down.
Then she looked up and smiled. “I’ve been waiting for that. You
were very accommodating,” she said. I couldn’t talk, just laid there
and stroked her hair.

We did get together a week later, but that story will wait till later.
Julie reminded me a little of Tammy, mostly in that she wasn’t my
“type”. Again, she had a larger frame than I usually go for, but I
think it was mostly the attitude that made them seem alike to me. You
could tell that she wasn’t uptight about her sexuality.

Anyway, one day I was involved in doing a lengthy slide presentation. I
did the first half, then retired to the back of the room while one of
my team members did the second half. Julie had come in late, so she
took a chair against the back wall, and I ended up sitting next to her.
As the second half began, she leaned over and asked me a question
about the first half. I answered her, but she didn’t move back in her
chair. She stayed leaning across the arm of the chair, inches away
from me. Looking at her from the rest of the room, she looked like she
was arching her back to get a better look at the screen. Up close,
though, she was slowly undoing the top three buttons on her blouse.

I was getting more aroused by the second. I couldn’t believe she was
doing this in a public meeting. She unfastened her buttons down below
the bra line, then stopped. Then she reached inside and undid the
clasp of her bra, releasing her gorgeous breasts. I had an obvious
hardon watching her as she tweaked each nipple while absentmindedly
staring at the slides. Then she sat back up straight, leaving her
blouse open so that, looking at her from the side, I could see her
breasts clearly. She had me teased and she knew it. I sat there with a
massive erection, aching for relief and hoping nobody would ask me any
questions. Julie spent the last hour of the meeting rubbing her
breasts through her blouse, tweaking her nipples, and driving me wild.

Around 4:30 that afternoon, I paid a visit to her office. She had a
two part office; the secretaries were in the outer area, she was in a
separate room behind that. When I showed up, I could see that the
secretaries were gone for the day, but Julie’s door was open and she
was talking on the phone. I turned off the lights in the outer office
and pulled it closed behing me and threw the lock on the door. Then,
while Julie was still talking, I walked into her office, closed the
door, turned off the lights, and pulled the shade on the door’s
window. she looked up at me and smiled, the light from the windows
bringing out the highlights in her hair. I motioned for her to stay
on the phone. If she could tease me in public, I could give here a
tease too.

I could tell by her conversation that she was on the line with her
boss, who was over in the main administrative building. I started to
dance slowly in front of her, performing a strip tease for her. I
undid my shirt, then draped it over her head as she grew visibly more
excited. I whipped off my belt with a flourish and she missed a line in
her conversation, asking for a repeat. I perched on her lap and
started to undo her blouse, fingering the clasp and releasing her
breasts. This time it was me who did the tweaking, working her nipples
into a rock-hard state. I moved my mouth down to her breasts as she
arched her back to offer them to me, but I pulled back. She had to
want it more before I would give her that.

I stood in front of her and stripped down the rest of the way, gyrating
my hips as I released my engorged cock from my jeans. Still on the
phone, she got out of her chair and knelt in front of me, removing her
blouse from her shoulders in the process. She reached out for my cock
with her mouth, but I wouldn’t let her have it yet and rubbed it all
over her face, her hair, her neck. Suddenly, I heard her say “Okay, I
talk to you tomorrow.” and she stood quickly and hung up the phone.
She stood facing me and then wrapped her arms around me, pressing her
breasts against me as we kissed long and deep. She was grabbing my ass
I unzipped her skirt and let it drop to the floor. I could feel her
reaching for the desk, but I couldn’t tell what she was doing.

Suddenly, I felt her moving something around my wrists and I realized
MY BELT! She was belting my wrists together behind my back as she
pushed me up against the desk. When the belt was pulled tight, she
leaned back, showing off her chest, and said, “Now suck!” and I leaned
into her breasts as she offered them to me. Since I couldn’t touch
them, she did it for me, rolling the nipples and squeezing her breasts
as I licked and sucked at those gorgeous tits. When she was nearing
the moment of climax, she pulled back and dropped to her knees. She
started at my balls, then worked her way up the thick shaft, her
strokes increasing in passion as she moved up, then sucked her way
down again, forcing my cock down her throat.

When she could tell I was close, she backed off again and kissed her
way up my stomach and chest to my neck. “If you’re a good boy,” she
said, “I’ll untie you for now.” She undid the belt and had me lay on
the floor, then stood over me as she removed her soaked underwear and
lowered herself straight down on my cock. She had apparently had
enough foreplay for now. She climaxed the moment she hit bottom, then
proceeded to work it up and down until she came again. She was in a
frenzy, sitting almost straight up as I held her breasts, my arms
straight out, to support her. I felt it building inside and I came
with a rush and a scream as she came again and collapsed on top of me.

I felt her milking my cock with her pussy, draining every last drop
from it. We kissed as long as we could between gasps for air. After my
erection had fully subsided, we stood and started to get dressed for
our rides home.

I let her keep the belt, knowing I’d be getting it back soon.