" I placed my hands on her shoulders, though I wasn't really aware of it at the time." I placed my hands on her shoulders, though I wasn't really aware of it at the time. "Sex is an artform. I think so, anyway. I used to have a girlfriend who told me I was the only guy who was capable of making her come almost every time. The only reason for that was because I the only guy who really tried." I was massaging her shoulders while I said this. I looked down and saw that she was breathing deeply and heavily, her eyes closed. My heart rate jumped back up when I realized what was happening. I felt my prick swelling up inside my jeans like a balloon. Slowly I moved my hands out along her shoulders while I continued to talk in a husky voice. "You see, my favorite part of making love is to explore the woman's body." My hands moved up and down her arms. Her breathing grew more labored and she tilted her head up a bit, eyes still closed. I leaned down and whispered close to her ear, "Every inch, from head to toe. I like to touch, and be touched. I like to lick and nibble until until she can't take any more. And then..." I ran my hands up her sides and slowly, gently slipped them around under her breasts. He breathing turned to gasps, then moans. She arched her back as I fondled her. Even through her bra and heavy shirt her nipples stood out like little buttons. I flicked my index fingers across them gently and each time I did she jumped a little. By now I was hard as a rock and her hand found its way to my crotch, rubbing its length almost desperately. She seemed almost out of control, her breath coming in little cries. She turned around suddenly and buried my mouth against hers. The kiss lasted forever, it seemed, as our tongues intertwined like two sensuous snakes. Then the shift bell rang. Lunch was over. We both pulled back, confused and more than a little embarassed. Neither one of us said much as we straightened out our clothing and got ready to go back to work. |