Fooling Around On Friday - Sex Stories

Fooling Around On Friday

It seems that all the most fun stuff happens on Friday. Maybe it is because about a third of the people take the day off and the rest of them are thinking about the weekend. Never mind thinking about fun things to do not related to work! Anyway, it was Friday afternoon, and my coworker Becky and I were looking out the window watching the few afternoon fitness freaks taking their afternoon walks, jogs, and runs. She was commenting on various gals that went by, revealing various items of gossip that I never heard. Women always seem to know all the dirt. I don't remember the exact exchange but she made some catty comment about some gal walking by who was generally considered to be a little slutty. "You're just jealous," I quipped, and put my hand on her shoulder and squeezed it a little. "Well, maybe a little," she replied, and moved against me and wiggled around a little, then moved away, just to the point that we weren't touching anymore. "More than just a little, I think," I kidded her. I don't know what possessed me to do this, but as I took my hand off of her shoulder I slid it slowly down her back to her butt and gave her cheek a little squeeze. "Don't do that," she said slowly, in a perfectly flat voice. And as I quickly moved my hand away she continued, "more than eight or ten more times." Then she moved back against me. I was speechless! Becky is not a real looker, although you can tell she is feminine. She is just under six feet tall, but not gangly. She has a ...

... female figure, but keeps it generally covered up with golf shirts and sweatshirts and loose slacks. She looks like a real Plain Jayne. And if her breasts have a cup size it must be something like A-minus because there is no visual evidence that she has any at all. She does wear a bra though. I have seen the straps under some of her lighter shirts. Maybe that is why she has the little bust line that she does! I moved my hand back up to her butt cheek and gently squeezed it and massaged it a little. "Ummmm, nice," she barely whispered. I kept giving her butt little squeezes, massaging her soft buns and I was softly, almost whispering, counting the squeezes, more as a joke than anything else. When I got to nine, Becky bent over, leaning on the window sill, and spread her legs a little. "Oh shit," she moaned, "Just keep going, I'll tell you when to quit!" Well, I have never been one to refuse a lady's request, especially one like that, so I kept doing what I had been doing. When Becky bent over and spread her legs she had expanded the playing field, so to speak. Since her slacks were fairly loose, I could get my fingers into her butt crack and massage quite a bit deeper. I could also run my hand between her legs and massage her pussy. Being the gentleman I am, I did! I had worked Becky's slacks deep enough into her butt crack that I had found her tight little asshole and was giving it quite a bit of attention in addition to what I was doing to her nice soft cheeks. I was speculating ...