Lunch Buddies, Part 2: Tuesday - Sex Stories

Lunch Buddies, Part 2: Tuesday

... and smiled at him. “And now you walk in here with this,” she gestured dismissively, “soft romantic bullshit. Well, I’m sorry, but that’s not why I said yes when you texted.”

“Okay,” he laughed. “How can I make it up to you?”

“Why don’t you start by telling me why you really texted me.”

“Alright, I can do that. There’s this girl at the office―cute, red hair. After a meeting, she was picking up some papers that fell on the ground and I could see down her top. She was wearing a red bra.”

“That’s all it took?”

“No. She had kinda small boobs, and as she leaned further down, the cup of her bra kinda pushed out, and I caught a glimpse of her pierced nipple.”

“Hmm, interesting. Was she flirting with you?”

“No, I think she was genuinely unaware. I tried not to stare, and she picked up the papers and walked away.”

“But it was too late for you.”

“Oh yeah. I had to sit there for a while. And even after I managed to stop thinking about her nipples, I started thinking about yours.” Unconsciously, his hand drifted to his lap, rubbing against his cock.

“And that’s when you texted me?”

“Yeah. It seemed like we had fun yesterday, and I was hoping you’d, uh,” he hesitated.

“Say it.”

“I was hoping you’d help me out again.”

“Try again,” she encouraged.

“I was hoping you’d show me your nipples and let me jerk off to you again.”

“That’s more like it,” she purred. “See, all you had to do was ask. Now why don’t you show me how hard you are.”

Tony ...

... undid his belt, opened his pants, and shifted them a bit lower. His cock jutted proudly upward, head swollen, eager to be touched. He wrapped his hand around the shaft and started slowly stroking.

“Can I see your tits?”

Smiling, she slowly pulled her top open. She felt pleased with herself that she’d thought to wear a wrap top and soft lace bralette that could be easily moved out of the way without having to take her whole top off.

He exhaled happily as she massaged her breasts. When she teased her nipples, he quickened his stroke. She savored his attention and the effect she was having on him. The heat growing between her thighs seemed to match the intensity of his gaze.

Slowly, she spread her legs for him. She teased her skirt a bit higher, enough to let him see that her underwear matched her bra. He watched eagerly as she ran her hands up the inside of her thighs and back down.

“Ash,” he suddenly said in a husky voice, “Will you let me suck on your nipples?”

“Oh!” She laughed. “Look who’s comfortable asking for things all of a sudden!”

“You said you wanted me to be more direct.”

“I did, didn’t I?” She stood up and bit her lip as she moved closer.

She couldn’t deny the excitement she felt as she knelt next to him on the couch. She reached out, sliding one hand behind his shoulder, along the back of the couch. He kept touching himself as she leaned in, putting her breasts right next to his face.

“Go ahead,” she said and gasped as he wrapped his ...