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The Businessman

... had suddenly become. He nuzzled his face between her thighs, into her crotch. She sucked in a breath. He lifted his head and put his hands on her shoulders, urging her backwards until she was propped on her elbows, looking down the length of her body at him. Her chest heaved, reminding him that she had very modest breasts. He wondered what they looked like bare. He might never know, he told himself. He wasn't going to fuck her, as she probably expected. No, his resolve had weakened too much. All he wanted was to give her some pleasure and thereby gain some pleasure for himself in the process. His hands probed beneath her dress, finding the tops of her pantyhose. He tugged them down along with her panties. Her brow furrowed, face twisting in consternation. He waited, and after a long moment she finally lifted her hips. It wasn't quite enough, so she tried putting her feet on the edge of the desk for leverage. The clunky heels slipped off. He let go of her garments and removed her shoes one at a time, dropping them to the floor. He noticed for the first time that her toenails were painted a bright color, the shade masked by the darkness of her hose. He placed each foot on the edge of his desk, giving them a gentle caress before reaching under her dress again. This time she was able to lift her butt up and allow him to pull her hose and panties down to her thighs. She rested her ass again and put her feet in the air, letting him peel the hose completely off. One hand moved ...

... between her legs, pushing her dress down to hide her crotch. Her modestly was actually exciting. He didn't try to pull her hand away. Instead, he began at her feet with more kisses, on bare skin this time, even sucking a couple of her toes. He'd had a girlfriend in college who had liked that, and it seemed Sandy liked it too. She groaned softly and stifled it quickly with a hand over her mouth, the same hand that had been protecting her crotch. Kyle moved higher, licking and kissing her soft skin, relishing the feel of how smooth she was. He got the feeling she was not a girl who normally wore pantyhose, or who probably normally shaved her legs. She had shaved so she could wear the hose, and the smoothness of her skin was delicious. The higher he went, the louder her breathing became. She didn't return her hand to her crotch to protect her charms. It seemed she was surrendering to him. He moved his hands languidly up the sides of her legs as his tongue probed her thighs, pushing her dress up in the process. She grasped a fistful of material on her belly as if that would prevent her dress from rising or stop the progress of his tongue, and she groaned softly when his nose touched her bare labia. He knew that's what it was touching. It had to be. Pliant, moist, softer than a cloud. He twisted his face quickly and ran his tongue over what his nose had touched. She didn't have much hair, his lips told him. Her vulva was practically bare, and despite her reluctance her labia were ...