4 Into The Breach
I was distracted all day at work. Not to mention prone to spontaneous hard ons throughout the day. I was feeling sixteen again. The promise of getting together with Debbie that evening had me wild with anticipation. I was finally going to be able to embrace that fully packed little body of hers and sample all of those delights. My mind was racing as the day dragged on. I had a quick lunch with a client whom I think was hoping for a long liquid lunch on the expense account. But I was not going to miss out on Debbie’s delights because of a misguided liquid sales effort. Even us ad whores have to look out for our own interests from time to time.
I got back after lunch to messages. Good thing I showed restraint because clients were headed over with more changes. The absent Executive Creative Director had a few things she wanted us to try. Oh well. More billable time was good. I just hoped we could get through it by a decent hour. The other plus was it would make the afternoon go quicker, rather than me sitting around with a hard on thinking of the evening with Debbie Do.
We finished up at seven so the minute the clients were out of the room I tried Debbie’s office line. It went to her voice mail so I immediately called her home number. When Debbie picked up she said, “I was hoping you would call. Are you done there?”
“Yes I am. I was wondering if you were up for some company”
“Company?” she queried. “Well, you called at just the right time. I have something I want to show you,” she said demurely.
“I’ll be there in a half hour.” I said
“Good,” Debbie said and hung up the phone.
I was glad she had something to show me, because I had a few things I knew I wanted to see. I finished up and was at Debbie’s door in twenty eight minutes exactly.
When she opened the door I saw a large candle lit room and caught the smell of incense burning. She was wearing a flowing black diaphanous garment. Even in the dim light it showed off her compact and curvy body in delightful detail. She walked away giving me the see through view of her small but extremely mobile derriere.
“Come on in and lock the door behind you,” she said over her shoulder, checking to see where my eyes were fixed. I closed the door and fumbled with the locks hurriedly. When I turned she was in the center of the room. The room was nicely appointed and decorated in an eclectic style. There were many tapestries on the walls and the windows were heavily curtained. It was furnished with a large modern sectional with expansive flat surfaces and pillows of many sizes and shapes. Also two large chairs obviously designed for comfort as well as functionality. In my mind I was thinking of the possibilities, which I suspect Debbie had also taken into account with the furniture choices. This was an entertainment room.
She spun around so I could watch the garment flow about her body and was impressed to see her large breasts held up firmly without the aid of any support. I was never good with cup and chest size estimates, but they had to be at least 38DD. On her small five foot two inch frame they were a sight to behold. As she faced me I drank in how the fabric clung nicely over the tops of her breasts and plunged down to final closure just above her belly button. I could see the outline of her large brown aureoles through the sheer black gown. I must have gotten lost in admiring her because she snapped me back to the moment by saying, “Are you just going to stand there gaping at me all night.”
“I was just taking in the view”, I said audibly catching my breath. I approached her slowly while she posed patiently in the middle of the room. My hand found her cheek gently and caressed down to her neck and slid to the back along her hairline. Because of the height difference she leaned her head back while I bent down to savor our first tentative kiss. Debbie had full pouty lips and I savored their softness as our lips gently pressed. I lingered slowly on her lower lip and realized that this was the first time we kissed. I let my tongue tease those lips as I went back for a second taste, and she parted her lips ever so slightly and exhaled sharply when I pulled back. I cupped her face in both hands. As I looked down into her large brown eyes and now slightly parted lips I felt a passion rise in me that I haven’t felt since my first exploratory teenage kisses long ago. Her lips parted into a smile and I pulled her body close savoring her ample charms as our tongues met and roved freely in each others mouths. I ran my hands over the sides of her glorious tits and found her waist while Debbie’s tongue fully entered my mouth and we teasingly played a game of lovers tag. Feeling her breasts pressed full against me I felt my cock begin to harden as it pressed against her belly. I knew it was time to move to one of the divans. When we finally broke the kiss she placed her tiny hands on my chest and said, “We have to do something about these clothes of yours.”
With that she began to slowly unbutton my shirt while looking up at me. Her short cropped black hair framed her face, which was serene in the candle lit room. The flickering shadows played seductively along her jaw line and reflected playfully in her dark brown eyes. I enjoyed her hands delicately working my clothes off piece by piece. She undid my belt, pant button, and zipper and dropped to her knees as she slid them down my legs. Usually the large knob on the end of my prick tends to weigh it down but my excitement was so extreme that knob and shaft where standing parallel to the floor and brushed lightly against Debbie’s face as she was pulling my drawers down. She looked up at my cock with a hungry animal intensity I had never seen in a lady before. Her hands slid up my thighs, along either side of my balls, shaft, and she held the knob in both hands admiringly while she rose from her knees. Her eyes then locked with mine and we kissed again as I stepped out of my trousers that were now on the floor. Her hands glided up my stomach and chest and her fingers laced behind my neck. My hardened member was pushed up between us and the tip was pressing ever so lightly against the bottoms of her massive breasts which were squashed against me.
I maneuvered her back as in a dance towards the sectional with a twirl and flourish as I raised the flowing black gown she was wearing and placed her ass on the edge of expansive white cushions. Gently I placed my hand on her breast and pushed her back on the couch. My hands slid down her slender waist and with a quick squeeze of her delicately proportioned rump ran my hands up along back of thighs, knees, calves, till I grasped each delicate ankle. With that I spread her legs wide allowing me to gaze down upon my prize. Her full breasts still sheathed in filmy black fabric that now bunched around her tummy giving me a full gander of the neatly trimmed black landing strip that pointed to the pinkest, tiniest, and wettest beaver I had yet to spy. Her aroma filled my nostrils and senses. Like a bird of prey I swooped down on her snatch as I fell to my knees before her and buried my tongue deep into Debbie’s moist crevice.
I was blinded with desire for her. There was no skill or strategy to this head I was giving her. I was lapping her pussy frantically like a wild beast, devouring her lips, clitoris, and trying impossible extensions of my tongue plunging in a circular motion inside Debbie’s tight flowing snatch. Perhaps the lack of finesse was made up for with my abandon because she was responding famously with heavy sighs and groans and twisting hips as she grabbed the back of my head so firmly that I thought she was trying to pull my entire head into her. As I worked and gnawed and licked both inside and outside of Debbie’s crotch I felt the tensing and flinching that resulted in her nearly snapping my head off with her strong thighs as her orgasm flowed richly into my mouth while she groaned long and loud to the heavens “I’m Cuuuummminnng!”
Debbie released my head from her grip and sprawled back on the cushions, one of her glorious breasts had popped out of the now totally disheveled black gown. Her olive skin was coated with a light sheen of perspiration that contrasted nicely with the white furniture on which she was trembling while catching her breath. I rose up on my knees which put my throbbing cock in perfect position to slip into my gasping Debbie. But instead I placed it on top of the sweet black landing strip and gently began to finger her sopping cunt. Her initial reaction was as to an electric shock, yet beneath slit glassy eyes her mouth gurgled, “Are you going to fuck me with that or what?”
“Not yet,” I said with a grin. Or was it a smirk?
Debbie groaned loudly as my fingers danced along her inner thighs.