Community Involvement Ch. 10 - Sex Stories

Community Involvement Ch. 10

... but the corners of her mouth curled up like a shy yet happy girl. As I pulled on her panties, Clare sighed again and lifted her body enough for me to remove them. With a number of pulls and tugs I finally dragged them free of her body and down her long legs. Clare continued to discuss whatever it was they were talking about as I kissed my way further along her luscious legs and bunched her dress up around her hips. I crawled forward and aimed my mouth at the bald expanse between her legs, her sweet acrid aroma filling my senses. All of Clare’s initial resistance had disappeared as she seemed to have given in to the inevitable, mainly because she was on the phone; god knows what Olga would have made of Clare admitting she was having her vaginal area explored while she was in the midst of conducting their conversation. Clare’s legs are long and slender with good muscle definition. An indicator of someone who likes to exercise in some fashion I assumed which accounted for the firm pertness of her buttocks as well. In fact, there was surprising strength in her legs as I tried to gentle pry them apart with my hands upon her knees and my head burrowing in between her thighs. Clare started to push on my head but, as luck would have it, she needed to write down some information Olga was giving her. With that distraction, the resistance in her thighs eased and I pushed them wide enough to get my shoulders between her knees. There, before my eager eyes was my prize and I was not ...

... about to waste any time reaching it. I thrusted my face forward, my tongue aimed at the beautiful cleft between her legs. The tip of my nose made first contact upon her puffy lips and immediately was coated in dampness. I tried to bury my face further but her legs compressed and stopped me for a moment. I lifted my head and looked up at Clare. Her upper body was twisted toward the desk as she frantically wrote some additional notes on her pad. In between writing she glare down at me. “What are you doing?” she hissed in a whispered voice. “Entertaining myself.” I said, defiantly. I pressed my thumb into her folds and held it up for her to see. “It would appear you are enjoying what I am doing too, so I don’t see why you need to complain?” I said aloud which made her quickly cover the phone. I grinned cheekily. “I am on the phone, as you well know.” She quickly added, still whispering. “If I wasn’t, well…” “Yes…sorry Olga. Yes, I’m still here.” Her legs were strongly resisting until she had to address her note pad again; her concentration devoted to her writing meant less attention to her lower self. I took my chance. Gently, I pulled her chair forward as I backed in further under her desk, this would give her enough access to her note pad while I busied myself elsewhere. I could hear her agreeing and writing above me as I proceeded to wrap my arms under her thighs and pull her bottom forward to the edge of the chair, my shoulders wedged in between her knees so she could not close ...