Working away from home occasionally has its perks, especially when you genuinely enjoy spending time with colleagues. A few months ago, I was lucky enough to spend a few days away with one of the young graduates on our team. Over pub grub in the hotel bar where we were staying, we got chatting about our respective long-term partners. During the course of our conversation, Leah told me nobody had ever gone down on her during sex because her partner doesn’t like it. This kind of talk wasn’t particularly unusual for us because we were already office friends.
“I bet he likes you to give him a blow job, though,” I laughed, and Leah smirked too, subconsciously licking her lips.
Leah was not my usual type. Too tall, too skinny, fake nails and perma-tanned. However, she was stunning, with the most beautiful smile and long brown hair that fell halfway down her back, and I had really taken a shine to her despite an age gap significant enough that nothing could realistically ever happen between us. I generally preferred my girls fuller-figured, and I have always had a short-hair kink. So, we had become good friends, confidantes, even. I would sometimes give her a lift home if her train was cancelled, and we would talk openly and intimately about our lives.
“I wish he would, though. I get so wet just thinking about it,” she sighed as we finished our meals.
After dinner, we reconvened in Leah’s room to watch some television as was our wont. She sat on the edge of her bed in a dressing gown, painting her toenails, and I sat in a chair opposite as we watched Love Island together.
After one of the show’s faux raunchy games, Leah said, “How do you think I can persuade him to go down on me?” a little out of the blue, but continuing the earlier conversation, “I might not even like it after all this!”
For me, giving oral sex is one of life’s pleasures, and as we were both consenting adults, I offered to go down on her for nothing else in return.
“So you will know if you really like it or not!” I said. We were good enough friends that I knew she wouldn’t be offended, and if it was something we both wanted to do, then why not anyway?
Leah was suddenly quiet, but I could see a glint in her eye.
“Are you wet now?” I said after a while.
She was still sitting on the edge of the bed, so I moved a little closer, kneeling on the floor in front of her. Her knees opened slightly. On purpose? I wasn’t sure, but I moved a hand to her knee and pulled her dressing gown loose at the waist with the other. With that, she opened her legs further, and the back of my other hand brushed her bronzed inner thigh as I pulled the dressing gown knot fully loose.
“I’m so wet,” she whispered almost despairingly.
I looked up, and she flashed me one of her brilliant smiles, if a little bashfully. I pushed the bottom of her dressing gown back a little further, so my hands now came to rest at the bottom of her back. She wasn’t wearing any knickers but had a vest top on—Leah was very self-conscious of her small breasts. I kissed her playfully on each knee before slowly making my way along the inside of her thighs with my lips as I sensed her breathing already beginning to shorten as she lay herself back on the bed and opened her legs wide for me. I ran my tongue along the length of her wet hole, cautiously at first, and then again searching out and finding her clit with my tongue in the hood of her silky smooth pussy.
“Oh my god.” There was a slight quiver in her normally confident voice as she was already scrunching the bed sheets with her hands, as my tongue moved slowly around her clit occasionally licking deeper into her hole to taste her juices. As I keenly licked and sucked at Leah’s pussy I could soon sense her nearing an orgasm, and as she lifted her feet onto my shoulders and squashed my head vice-like with her thighs, I savoured every bit of the taste as her pussy contracted around my tongue and she came to a shuddering orgasm with my face buried in her beautiful mound.
I let her catch her breath, and when she sat back up on the bed, I said, “You taste amazing. I get so turned on doing that.”
“Can I see?” Leah responded after a few seconds, carefully tugging my shorts down as my dick sprang out before I had time to object. “Jesus, Sam, you’re so big, how come you never mentioned this before?!” as she ran her hand along the underside of my erect cock. “And it’s so hard.”
“You really don’t need to do this, Leah,” I whispered, but she slowly and expertly started to tug at my throbbing hard-on. Although I knew I wouldn’t be able to cum that way, it did feel nice, and she was right, I was so hard. However, after a few minutes, Leah surprised me again by reaching over to her bag next to the bed and pulling out a condom.
“I want to feel this massive erection inside me, even if it’s just for tonight.” As she rolled the rubber over my circumcised end all the way down to my pubes, she used her feet on my arse to skilfully nudge me closer to her so the tip of my penis was now touching the lips of her pussy. I slipped the dressing gown off her shoulders as she guided my aching dick inch by inch into her sopping hole. Leah lay back on the bed once more and rubbed her clit as I fucked her a little harder and faster, as her back began to arch and another intense orgasm pulsed through her. Leah sat up again with my cock still inside her, but I knew I couldn’t hold out much longer.
“Can I see your tits…?” I asked.
“There’s not much to see,” Leah replied sheepishly.
“Please…?”
She guided my hands to the hem of her vest, and I slowly lifted it over her head, exposing her small but pert breasts for the first time, heaving slightly as I continued to gently thrust in and out of her pussy. “They are perfect,” I said, gently cupping one and sucking on her hard bullet nipple.
“Cum on me,” Leah suddenly said out of nowhere. Not wanting to cum inside her, even with a condom on, I duly obliged, standing up and removing the rubber. She started to massage my cock again with her hand. Still, I took control, wanking myself off while looking at her beautiful face and down to her chest and breasts, to her pussy where my cock had been moments ago. It wasn’t long before I felt the familiar tingle in my balls and squirted three loads in quick succession on her chest, dripping onto her perfectly formed breasts and down to her tummy…
We chatted for a while on the bed, and Leah told me how much she enjoyed me licking her cunt.
“Can you do it again, but don’t stop when I cum this time,” she said.
Of course, I agreed, and before long, Leah was cumming every couple of minutes, squirming and squealing with delight as she did (and me loving every second of the taste and feel of her pussy in my mouth as she got wetter and wetter with each orgasm). After what seemed like an age and both exhausted, we fell asleep on the bed and at some point must have got under the covers.
We had sex again in the morning, with Leah on top, gently but expertly riding my cock all the way from the tip to the base as I fondled her arse and tits. I finally let my erection slip out of her pussy just as another of her orgasms subsided, my cock twitching as I too came all over my belly as I lay on my back. Leah, still straddling me, playfully dabbed at it with her fingers, touching them to her tongue and smiling, we both knew we could never do this again…
