Paula ... the end of her day P1 Larry, Moe, Charley, Ralph, and Dave had left for the day. That left Mike and Me with Paula, the office manager of the roofing company that we work for. I'm not 100% sure, but I think she's got the hots for me. Never says a fucking thing though, not that I'd expect it. She kind of reminds me of a librarian except for some of the outfits she wears; blouses which always seem to give me a damn good view, scoop neck tops where when she leans over to go in her lower draw let me see almost down to her navel. Red lace brassieres, black silk ones. Transparent white blouses with no slip. Jesus! Sometimes I can see the faint outline of her nipples underneath that white cloth. Wonder if she seems me watching? Hasn't given any indication..... The reason I think she has the hots for me is that when I fill out my paperwork, I position myself so that I watch her in the mirror over on the wall. She's watching all right. She's watching me right now. "Hey, Bill, I'm all wrapped up." Mike said. "Meet us down at the Ramp room for a cool one before going home?" "Yeah, sure," I said, watching Paula looking at my profile in the mirror. "Fucking job sheet doesn't work out, I'll be just a bit." The job sheet didn't work out, but I could spot right away where the error was. I was just stalling for time. This was one of those rare occasions when I had absolutely nothing planned for the night, a mistake HAD been made on the job sheet allowing me to outwait the whole goddamn crew so I could have some free time with Paula. The door slammed shut after Mike. The office fan hummed in the background. I was alone with the librarian. I was getting a hard on already; not really hard, but sure as fuck thinking about it. "Paula, this job sheet just doesn't check out. The quantities are way the hell out of line," I said, turning to look at her. She said "Let me take a look at it, maybe I can see what's wrong and we can both get out of this hot box." I'll bet she had a hot box. Strange choice of words for her...... I shoved myself up from the desk and walked over to her desk, on her left side. I handed her the paper-work. She was wearing her brilliant red Mexican scoop neck shirt today, the one with all the Aztec designs on it. I prayed that she'd lean over a bit or shrug her shoulders forward. On cue, she picked up the papers in her hand and put her elbows on the edge of the desk in front of her. Swear to God, I saw her shoulders tense forward a bit. Her shirt opened. Red brassiere on today. It was a back-hooker. The sight of her flesh pressing into that silk red cloth was driving me nuts. "This quantity of shingles seems way out of whack for this job," she said. She picked up a pencil and scribbled some figures. She calculated. I watched every shift of her shirt line as I placed my right hand on the desk and leaned over as if to offer assistance. I also was trying to conceal my hard-on which had come to full attention in my blue jeans. Christ! What a fucking dumb bell. She'll never be interested in a sweaty guy like me. Probably has some steady guy that wears a suit and tie and goes to church on Sunday. As I leaned over, I could smell her perfume. I inhaled. Wonder if she heard me. Why don't you sit down while I work on this?" she said, breaking into my sexual reveries. The only chair was against the wall to my right. Handy, cuz I could still stay on her side of the desk. I pulled it over and sat down, shifting to hide my hard-on, covering it with my hand and wrist. She diddled with the stack of paper for a second. Then she pulled out the lower right hand file drawer of her desk, turning ninety degrees, directly towards me, Her short skirt was half way up her thighs, her knees together precluding further view. As she leaned forward over the drawer, the top of her blouse ballooned out. Her entire chest became visible. Her breasts hung down into her red brassiere. She may as well have had no fucking top on at all. I drank in all the details. Time seemed to slow down. My pulse quickened. She pulled a file out of the drawer and sat back into her chair. Her knees parted about twelve inches. I could see all the way up to where her thighs pressed together. As if relaxing, she scrunched forward on her chair. Her legs parted wider. Was it the darkness of pubic hair, black panties, or what? My eyes probed. As if detecting my gaze, she closed her legs again, bringing her knees together. "I think that they invoiced us for to many shingles. This other job shows only 126 packs and it's the same kind of deal." As my eyes flipped up, they met hers. She was looking directly at me. Shit! She must have noticed where I was looking. She had found the error I had seen before. "Yeah," I said, "I used 115 and the invoice was for 200; there's 10 packs in the garage. "Well, that's it then, they just overbilled us. I can call them in the morning." "Yeah, a .... that'll be good. She leaned forward again, bending over, breasts coming into view again. She seemed to be fumbling with getting the file back into the Pendaflex folder. While she fumbled, I mentally fondled her. Shit, this excuse was just about over. Was going to end. Was going nowhere. Her head rose slightly and seemed to lock into position for a second. It dropped back to its previous position and then bobbed down as if she herself was looking down into her open blouse. Suddenly her head swiveled upwards her eyes meeting mine, her tits in view for a fraction of a second before I flicked my eyes up to meet hers. Oh Fuck, both of my hands were gripping the arms of my chair. My cock must be quite visible in my jeans. "Were you having a good view Bill?" she asked. "Ah, well ...... ah ......" I started to blunder out. What's that in your pants Bill? You getting an erection over the office manager?" I glanced downwards to my crotch. No fucking doubt that there was a hard on there. It ran straight down the inside of my tight blue jeans. Stood out as if it was in neon. "Yeah, you've given me an erection. Those godd.... outfits you wear sometimes drive a married guy crazy." I said, honestly. "Here, take another good look," she said, placing both hands on the open file drawer, blouse opening for all the world to see. I looked. I thought. I watched her eyes drop down towards the bulge in my crotch and then back up again. "Well," she said. I looked into her eyes, saw her lick her lips through a slightly parted mouth. I watched her breathe, her breasts rising and falling. "Paula, you got a great looking set of breasts there. Someone should cast them in plaster for posterity." "Thank you," she replied. She remained motionless "Makes a guy feel like reaching right over with his hand and..." "If you want to, you can Bill." Time seemed to stop. The office sounds seemed louder. I reached forward turning my hand upwards as it passed beneath her chin. My fingers touched her flesh ever so lightly. I slid them forward, deeper into her open shirt. They met the edge of her brassiere and slid over letting the fullness of her breast fill my cupped hand. I gently squeezed her left breast and rotated my middle finger on to the top of her covered nipple, feeling it harden beneath my touch. "Oh Bill, you're so gentle," she said almost with a smile in her voice. I looked into her eyes as I traced my fingertips between her breasts. Upwards over the rim of silk. Downwards underneath the silk, cupping her warm breast in my hand. I felt her hand drop onto my right leg, just below my hard-on. As I kneaded her breast, I could feel her hand inch upwards, feel it slide up on top of my cock, sliding upwards, her palm sliding over the denim. As her fingers reached my crotch, I felt her slide two fingers on either side of my cock. They pressed in with purposeful firmness and slid down my entire length, leaving my cock at the end and then returning to its tip, pinching gently between thumb and forefinger, turning back and forth. I gave my cock a purposeful twitch just to respond. She pinched back. My hand slid over to her left breast. "You still like the view Bill?" "While I'm fondling you like this, I can't see a damn thing," I said giving her a long slow squeeze in my hand. "Let me know what you want me to do," she said. "Take off your blouse," I said without removing my hand. She reached to her side and pulled the blouse out of her skirt while I fondled the top of her breasts above her brassiere now. She reached behind her head and pulled her blouse upwards, over her head on top of my hands. Bare shoulders, hair, red straps pressing into her shoulders came into view. My hand left her flesh and lifted the red blouse towards my body. I Pulled it off, looking at her still leaning forward in the chair, her hands back on the edge of the file drawer. She rose up and moved back into her chair now sitting directly before me in her red brassiere and tight black skirt. "What do you think of the office manager now?" "I think she's absolutely terrific." I watched her eyes drop down to the bulge in my blue jeans and then back up to my eyes. Watching me, her hands shifted behind her. She was unhooking her brassiere!!! Oh fuck!! Here we go!! She brought her hands around the sides of her body holding her brassiere as she came. She covered her breasts with her forearm and pulled her left shoulder strap down. Then covering herself with her other hand, she teased the other strap down. Then, very slowly, she dropped her hands down revealing two of the most wonderful breasts I'd seen in a long time. Her brassiere fell to the floor. She slid her hands onto her sides and moved up her rib-cage cupping herself, squeezing her breasts together until her pointed nipples tilted directly into my eyes. "Here they are. You've been looking at them for the past six month and now you you've got your wish. Her hands moved together over her right breast, squeezing it from either side, breast flesh and nipple bulging between her hands. She lifted upward. "Come suck on this one, it wants your attention. I leaned forward, my mouth parted. Her breast swelled in my vision. Closer and closer. My mouth touched her nipple and felt the warmth of her breast. I bore down on her flicking my tongue over her hard nipple. Her hands fell away and I buried my head between her breasts, licking between them. My hands came forward and felt the swelling breasts, pulling them onto my face. I swiveled and ran my wet tongue from the line underneath her breast, upwards and over her nipple. I sat back into my chair and looked at her before me. "Stand up," I said. She stood up, her breast at eye-level. I turned my eyes upward to meet Paula's and slid my hands on to the back of her legs, behind her knees. Looking at her, I slid my hands upwards across her hose. As my hands slid upward, encasing the back of her thighs, I reached her ass and cupped each hose cover buttock in my hands. My fingers crossed the top of her panty hose and I hooked my middle fingers down inside them. I pulled down feeling her flesh beneath the back of my finger tips. Down, down, down. All the way down. Her panty hose and red panties came into view before my eyes. I pulled them down, my head leaning into her stomach, just below her breasts. She raised each leg as we collaborated together in the final removal. I again slid my hands upwards. I raised my head and kissed the flesh between her rib cage, then watched her breasts and face come to view. My hands rose up and held her bare hips in the palms of my hand. I moved my thumbs across her belly, down towards her crotch. My fingers splayed out like a fan. My thumbs touched the top of her pubic hair. I rotated my right hand clockwise down the side of her hip across the top of her thigh and, closing my fingers, slid it between her legs into the warmth between her legs. Her hand fell onto my shoulder and she raised her left leg upwards placing her foot onto the edge of my chair. Her leg twisted outward, I could feel her open up beneath my hand. I pressed upward into her body, feeling her mound in my hand. "You've got me down to one piece of clothing and all I have to show for it is the sight of a bulge in your pants," she said idly. "Oh, then sit down in your chair again Paula and caress your wonderful breasts for me again ....." She sat down in the chair again and with her right hand started to caress her left breast. She pinched her nipple together for me to see. "This one wants some more kisses soon." "Close your eyes, Paula," I said. She closed her eyes. I pulled off my t-shirt, dropping it to the floor and sat down to unlace my work boots. "I've gotta take these goddamn work boots off," I said as my fingers struggled with the laces. My shoes thudded on the floor and I stood up before her closed eyes, unbuttoning my jeans, unzipping and pulling them downwards and off. "Oooooh, no shoes, and I thing no jeans," she said as I rose. As I watched her, she moved her other hand downwards across her belly and into the top of her short skirt. Then she scrunched slightly to the right and raised her left leg up to the edge of her chair. She rotated her leg outwards. Her skirt rose along her thigh. I could see her hand between her legs. Looking down, I saw my cock rising upwards from my body. I moved forward. Holding my cock between my fingers, I pushed down on it and bent my knees slightly. I moved just to her side, keeping her hands in view. I positioned my body so that my cock lay just across her eyes, then I leaned inwards laying myself onto the bridge of her nose and right eye. Slowly, I moved it across her closed eye. I repositioned myself again and lay it on her upper lip, sort of upwards underneath her nose and, again, pulled my cock across her. I watched and heard her smell me as it slid under her nostrils. Then, I moved in front of her placing it directly in front of her eyes. "OK, you can open your eyes now." I watched her eyes open. Her head moved as she brought me into vision. "Oh my! That's a nice one. I felt her hand touch my penis and watched her hold it, rubbing it into her cheek, along her hear. The tip of my cock was by her and her face turned. I could feel her tongue touch the underneath of my cock, pressing into its bulging tube. It slid, hot all the way to my tip, across the top with a playful toss. Her hand circled my penis and she sat back into her chair. She pumped her hand along my rock-hard cock. She watched me. "I pull it forward and your skin makes your tip just disappear. She stroked back towards my body, stopping on the base of my penis. She squeezed down. "And it gets bright and shiny when I do this." She squeezed again. She leaned forward and gently moved her lips across the tip of my cock. I could feel her hot breath. "And I haven't even been kissed yet!" she said as she again settled back into her chair. "Oh, I want to kiss you, I want to kiss those pinky red lips," I exclaimed. "I want to kiss ALL of you." "Where do you want to start?" "Stand up and lean back against your desk," I said. She got up and slid her chair off to the side. She placed her hands on the desk behind her. I said, "Let me clean off your desk for you." As quickly as I could, I grabbed her in and out basket and placed it on the floor. I followed with the phone and, as I moved around the front of the desk behind her, pulled the pencil holder, postage scale, pen holder, and clock off the desk. I finished with the file we had been working on, and some other papers. Standing behind her, I slid my hands underneath her arms, onto her side and up to her breasts. I leaned forward and nuzzled my nose into her hair and ear. Breathing hard from my rising excitement, I raised my mouth to her ear and whispered "I want to fuck you so bad .... Christ I feel about five seconds away from coming .... oh God I want you so much ....." "If that thing goes off before you do me, before you fuck me, before I can feel it sliding in my pussy, I , I ......." "Paula, Paula," I said, "My task is to please you tonight. Let's make sure you come before I do and then we can worry about me." I flexed my fingers around her breasts, tensing them, almost feeling like I wanted to crush them in my hands. "Come back here," she said turning her head to see my face. I withdrew my hands and came back around to where she was leaning on the desk, naked except for her short black skirt. pulled her chair back from where she had rolled it and sat down before her. My hands slid up the outside of her thighs underneath her skirt. "Show me your pussy." She licked her lips, smiled and dropped her hands to her skirt waist, fumbling with the button on the side. It opened. She pulled the zipper down with slow deliberation and then said, "You're going to have to move your hands. There's no way this thing will come up over the top of my head." I watched as the black skirt dropped lower and lower as she teased it downwards. Expectantly, I awaited the arrival of her patch of pubic hair. As if reading my mind, she said "Now it's time for you to close your eyes Bill. I had to close mine." She smiled like a Cheshire cat. I closed my eyes, wondering what she had on her mind. I could hear motion in the quietness of the office, then felt something brush my forearm forcing it off the arm of the chair. "OK, you can look now." I opened my eyes. Her heels were on the cloth arms of the chair, her legs spread wide apart in front of me. Her hand, fingers splayed apart, middle finger pressing downwards into her pussy was slowly going up and down and around over the black patch of pubic hair nestled between creamy white thighs. Her other hand, which had been squeezing her breast between thumb and forefinger moved down to join her other hand. As it arrived she pressed into her self with both index fingers and spread her pussy wide open. It was pink and wet with her moisture. Her fingers moved inwards, closing the opening into a patch of pubic hair. She opened herself again as I leaned forward. Closed, open. Closed open. She held it open with one finger and I watched as she slid her middle finger half-way down her cunt, make a little circling motion, and then slide down and into her vagina. She seemed to strain, sliding her finger into her self as deeply as she could. Her finger came out and her hand arrived in front of my face, underneath my nose, sliding along my upper lip. I grabbed her wrist as her hand started to return and brought it back to me, engulfing her middle finger to the hilt and then sucking it upwards, lashing its underneath with my tongue. As I felt her long red fingernail slide out of my sucking mouth, I looked back to her and said, "Let me give you that first kiss." I leaned forward in my chair, surrounding her as with my hands, pressing into them, lifting. Sensing what I was about to do, Paula placed her hands on the desk behind her to brace her self against my force. I lifted her towards my face as I leaned between her legs. I could feel the muscles in her spread thighs tremble as she balanced herself on her heels beside me and arms behind me. I felt the smooth warmth of her left thigh as I plunged my face into her pussy. The smell of her juices filled my nostrils. She lunged against my face. I turned and twisted my head forcing her pussy open underneath my lips. Pubic hair tickled my nose and cheeks. Slippery, warm, salty tasting, cunt juice tasting flesh covered my lips and slid across my tongue. I pressed inwards extending my tongue feeling for the hardness of her clitoris. There, there, that must be it. I lavished her clit with my tongue. Her body moved in unison with my mouth, my hands cupped her buttocks. I lifted her higher sliding my tongue down from her clitoris to the opening of her vagina, into its mouth. Around and around I went with my tongue, my nose jammed into her juicy slit. I filled my mouth with all of her as I raised a hand up to her breast, sliding it on top, feeling its softness. As I continued licking and kissing her pussy, my fingers found her nipple. I rubbed it between my thumb and forefinger. I played with it gently. I felt the fullness of her breast with my thumb. I licked my way out of her vagina and with my tongue rolled out and over my lips slide it all the way upward to the top of her slit, feeling the transfer point where almost internal pussy flesh turns into skin and pubic hair. My tongue rolled into a pointed tip and I slid back down her pussy gently turning left and right letting my tongue slide from one side of her juice filled pussy to the other. Her body writhed onto my face. It trembled and heaved. I felt the hardness of her clit slide across the tip of my tongue. Her body and a suddenly exhaled "Oh, Gooddddd...." told me that I had arrived at the right spot. I pursed my lips and surrounded her clit sucking on it. It was small and rigid. I paid a great deal of attention to working, sucking, licking it with my mouth. Her body started to tremble. "Lick me kiss me oh God, I'm going to come, I'm gonna come do it with your tongue now suck, suck, suck .....lick it. I did it all, my head a gyration of madness and energy. Her body mashing into my face, her thighs trembling on my cheeks. She groaned, almost an animal sound as she came into my face. Shuddering, tensing, thrusting against me. I continued for what seemed like a very long time lashing her entire pussy with my tongue. Revisiting her vagina, exploring every slippery, taste filled corner of her dripping pussy. Her passion subsided as I brought her down from her orgasm. I felt her body relax as she dropped back to the desk, sitting on my hands which I had been supporting her with. She raised her ass slightly allowing me to slide my hands out from underneath legs fell limply open before me, away from my face. I raised my head and sat up before her, looking at her, at her nakedness, at her breasts. As she sat up on the desk before me, I moved upward towards her face. My cheeks were cool and wet, covered with her juice. Her face came towards my face. Our mouths crushed together, my mouth opened and I slide my tongue inside, meeting hers. We kissed, long and lingering. Exploring. Sharing the taste of her juices. She licked with the flat of her tongue as if gathering all of her juice into her mouth. "That was one hell of a first kiss!" she said as she slid her hand across my chest. "You didn't come, did you?" she asked with concern, her eyes dropping between my legs. I looked down. My cock had shriveled down to its at ease size. I guess I had been thinking of how to please my favorite office manager, My Paula, my object of desire for the past six months, now totally naked in front of me. Her legs came down from the arms of my chair, sliding down to the floor. An arm went over my shoulder onto the back of my neck pulling me towards her, pulling me between her breasts. Her left breast lay along my right cheek and my nose nuzzled into other. Out of my left eye I could see her nipple, blurred because of its closeness. It had gone soft, returning to a pleasantly shaped pink, brown bump. I pressed my face against her breast. I could feel hair touch my left cheek, feel her warm breath softly breathing into my ear. She whispered "Bill, I'm gonna fuck you, want to fuck you, like you've never been fucked before." As I turned my head, her tongue probed into my ear and she said softly, "I'm going to ride your cock ..... gonna suck your cock, gonna drain every last ounce of cum out of you. And then, I'm going to come back for more!" I hugged her as she hugged me. My hand idly ran up the inside of her slightly parted legs. As my hand slid upwards, she raised her left foot onto the edge of my chair, wedging it underneath my thigh. My fingers slid onto her still wet pussy, lolled for a brief moment, strumming her warm wetness, finally sliding my index finger inside her, orbiting my thumb in a pincer motion to where it lay upon where her now soft clitoris must be. I could feel my cock stirring into attention.