Chapter 7: An Oral Sex Surprise

Blowjobs and thongs seemed to be becoming important for Katherine. After some successful experimenting with those over the weekend, she was ready to go again during the following week at the office.

Since I could easily drive her to Newark – it wasn’t that far from my place in Nutley – she began to forgo the company buses and stay later at the office. It took some of the time pressure off of her because she could now leave whenever it was convenient.

On Tuesday evening we were both there around 8:00 PM. I had gone over to her cubicle so we could work on something. We were sitting in chairs next to each other, leaning on her desk. She looked great in a tight, short red wool dress. Below that were nylons and black knee-high boots. Boots were another item that she had added to her wardrobe recently.

We were quietly together for about a half-hour. Then she stretched and smiled at me. “Want to see something naughty?”

Why not? “Okay, what have you got for me?”

“Here, take a look.”

She stood up, facing away from me, and lifted her dress above her waist. I scanned the seat of her nylon pantyhose, looking for evidence of panties underneath, and I finally noticed a narrow black thong.

“Like it?” She dropped her dress again.

“That’s not the same one I saw over the weekend. That one was pink and black, as I remember.”

“Well, I have three of them now.” She sat down again and took my hands. “Come on, honey, smooch with me a bit.”

In the middle of that, she whispered into my ear. Like a lot of women, she kept her voice down when making a sexual proposal. “Why don’t I practice my blowjob skills on you, right now?”

I looked around. “Here in the office?”

“There’s no one here, that’s obvious. We can be discreet about it. All I ask is that you lick me afterwards.”

“I’m not so sure about that discretion idea.”

She dropped her hand into my crotch and rubbed me. “You’re getting hard already. Just open your zipper and let your cock stick out.”

Like most guys, I guess, I wasn’t going to turn down an offer of oral sex if it seemed at all possible. In a short while, I was standing in front of her with my cock sticking out of my pants as she sat there. Just before she started on me, she put a hand on my behind and started to rub it.

“I just love your taut backside inside your tight trousers.”

“And I love what you’re doing to it.”

Renée must have given her good advice because she was very adept with her cock-sucking. Her right hand held my cock, while her left one fondled the seat of my pants. She was very tender with her mouth and tongue, kissing and licking me. Starting with the glans, she soon worked her way down the shaft.

I ran my hands through her hair, “Oh my God, Katherine, you are just so good at this.”

Even when she got to the sucking, she still would return to the kissing and licking. It didn’t take long for me to feel a climax approaching.

Then everything changed. Suddenly she dropped my cock out of her mouth and stared behind me. “Oh, shit!” I had almost never heard her use profanity before, but it was obvious that someone had caught us.

I turned and there was Joanne, the department manager. She was leaning against the entrance to the cubicle, smiling at us. “You kids seem to be having a good time.”

My thought was, oh shit, indeed. We’re both dead now. But, it turned out that we weren’t.

Joanne was about thirty-three, a tall woman with thick black hair. I had no idea what her romantic or marital status was, and I don’t think Katherine knew much either. I would have heard about it by now.

As she came into the cubicle and stood there, Joanne said, “Don’t let me stop you. I want to watch. In fact, I’m going to do more than just watch.”

She opened her purse, and took out a long, substantial pink plastic dildo. “I usually have this on me in case I need it. It’s not electric, however. I’m a completely analog kind of lady.”

I could see that Katherine was shocked, but she managed to say, “What made you come over here now?”

“I saw you two in here a while back. And I already knew you have something going with each other. In the last couple of weeks, you managed to give me enough clues.” I wanted to know what those were, but I knew from experience how good most women were at reading social situations.

Joanne had a loose-fitting black skirt on. She pulled it above her waist, and I saw that she had ample but very sheer white panties. They were virtually transparent, and there was a pair of crotchless pantyhose underneath. Her dark pubic hair pressed against the front. Her stockings weren’t merely crotchless; it looked like an entire panel had been cut out below the waistband, but of course they had been designed like that.

I got my voice back too. “Do you usually go around like that?”

“Quite often. I never know when I might want to whack off. Sometimes I go to that room in the basement.” So she knew about that room too. “At other times, usually at night, I do it in my car.” Then she said, “Go ahead, get back to what you were doing. As I said, I want to watch.”

I dared say, “I guess you’re going to use that dildo on yourself while you do that.” That was so obvious; I don’t know why I even asked.

“Of course I am.” She sat down opposite us in an extra chair.

My cock had wilted at that point, and I was reluctant to continue. But Katherine looked up at me and said, “Come on, let’s give her a show she won’t forget.” She sounded fierce, angry even.

Before I could respond, she grabbed my hips and put her mouth on my limp cock. And damn if the thing didn’t start rising again.

Joanne was removing her transparent panties as she sat there. “That’s it, he’s responding perfectly.” Maybe I was excited about being watched, because soon Katherine and I were back to where we were before. Joanne meanwhile had her legs spread up and out and she was vigorously masturbating with her pink implement. She was soon moaning, but so was I.

Joanne said, “I can see his backside gyrating. He’s going to come soon.” Then, “When you do, pull it out about an inch or so and shoot it into her mouth. I want to see the ejaculation.” I looked down at Katherine and she nodded her assent.

Our orgasms were closely space. I said, “Katherine, I’m about to shoot.” When I pulled out, I stroked myself to the climax. She dutifully opened her mouth to take it in. My aim was pretty good, but a bit splashed onto her face. She closed her mouth and swallowed the jism I had put into it.

Joanne said, “Oh, that’s so beautiful,” and her movements with her dildo became frantic. “I’m going to come too.” Then she did have her climax, saying, “oh,” “oh,” “oh,” over and over again. She slammed the upper part of her body back, and she bumped her head against the partition. I don’t think she noticed that, however.

Then, in the aftermath, I slumped against the opposite partition. Joanne collapsed in her chair. For a moment our eyes met, and I couldn’t quite decipher her expression. It was amazement, perhaps. Katherine had taken a handkerchief out of her purse and was blotting the cum off her face.

I couldn’t tell how much time passed. It probably took less than a minute, but Joanne started to recover. “That was superb, really excellent. Katherine, I never would have guessed it, but you have a real knack for oral sex.” I looked at Katherine and tried to figure out what she was feeling. She just seemed blank.

A thought came to me. Joanne, why don’t you get the fuck out of here already? And that’s just what she did. But first, she stood up and turned around. Her ass was bare too; side panels of nylon connected the waistband to the portion covering her legs.

“Pretty nice, right?”

I stumbled into, “I’ve never seen anything like it before.”

Joanne laughed. Then she put her transparent panties back on and stowed her pink plastic penis in her bag. “Well, it’s time to get going. I hope you two have a wonderful time together; I think you’re well matched.” Then she turned and left.

We gave her a few moments to get out of hearing range. Then Katherine quietly said, “Please, let’s go. Take me for some food and drinks, and then take me to Newark, okay?”

“Sure, baby, whatever you want.”

Katherine didn’t say much until we were at a restaurant and had placed our orders. The first thing she said was, “Joanne doesn’t like me, you know; she has a grudge against me.”

“Why would she think that?”

“I’m not entirely sure, but there may be some aspects of being a bully in her. She saw that I was – too meek perhaps – and she took advantage of that, just because she could.”

She sounded different from her more relaxed attitudes of the last couple of weeks. I caught her sense of anger. Nevertheless, I tried to counter her. “This isn’t like middle school or even high school. I mean, isn’t she about your age?”