Here’s one of many stories which led to me being called Bad Kitty Workplace affairs can be amazing, smouldering and seriously arousing. Sometimes people are just what you dream they are….
Wendy and I had always got on well at work. Sometimes she would come into my office to vent, sometimes I would go into her office to vent. We also got a good understanding of each other’s departments. Because of this we worked well together on a number of different projects.
At a leaving drink for a colleague we got talking about girlfriend and boyfriend problems. Wendy said that her husband wasn’t as hands on as he used to be. I said this surprised me because I would love to get hands on with her. Flirty as ever, and an entirely expected response. Getting him trained up in massage wouldn’t be a bad thing – there are some very good night school classes out there. Massage can be therapeutic or erotic; there’s quite a bit of massage porn around. At the mention of massage porn Wendy’s eyes widened and she smiled.
“Can you show me some if I come over?”
That was not what I expected to hear in response.
“It would be my pleasure. As it would be to massage you should you wish it.”
“How does after my workout tomorrow sound? Around 6pm.”
Wendy’s timekeeping was immaculate. She knocked my door at 6pm on the dot and smiled as I opened the door to let her in. Wendy was wearing a thin black and purple training top and a short black skirt.
“I haven’t seen you in anything other than smart clothes. Purple suits you.”
Wendy looked approvingly at the artwork on the corridor wall.
“You’ll be seeing me in much less if you’re a good boy.”
I led Wendy into the lounge, invited her to sit down and asked if she would like a drink.
“Iced sparkling water please,” she said, taking her jacket off and putting it on the back of a chair.
When I returned from the kitchen with iced sparkling water for us both, I saw that Wendy was wearing a tight t-shirt. I handed Wendy a glass, sat next to her on the sofa and we sipped our drinks together. As the ice touched my lips I could only think of where I’d like to rub it and lick it. A very naughty thought. We had known each other for long enough that Wendy surely knew what I was thinking.
“Do you have the porn?”
“And massage oil?”
“Good boy. Will we be watching it on your laptop?”
“That’s what I was thinking.”
“Play the porn then.”
I turned on the laptop and played a massage porn video. The girl in the video was not unlike Wendy – petite, blonde, blue eyes and a nice smile. I noticed Wendy smile and squirm when oil was rubbed into the girl’s legs, feet and ass cheeks. The massage and pleasuring element seemed to appeal more to Wendy than the fucking element.
As the video ended I looked over and asked Wendy if she enjoyed it. Wendy’s reply came in the form of her swinging around and putting her bare feet in my crotch, stroking me and making the bulge in my trousers even more obvious.
“Massage me then boy, and make it good. You chose that video deliberately, as a hint. Let’s see you deliver on your promise.”
Taking a little lightly scented oil I started to stroke the petite feet that were arousing me. Rubbing the top of one foot first, I lifted it and started to work on the sole.
“Mmmmm, that’s a very nice touch. You’ve done this before.”
“I told you where I go every Tuesday night.”
“Yes, but you don’t massage and kiss feet like you’re doing here, do you? Especially not with that throbber I can see.”
Smiling, I wrapped my tongue around Wendy’s big toe, the look in my eyes giving her the answer she knew to be true. Once I had worked on one sole, I moved to the other foot. Top, sole then toes as before. Wendy sighed with relaxation and desire as her feet got the kind of massage she wasn’t used to having.
Needing more room so I could massage Wendy’s legs I moved her round and knelt before her. Wendy murmured her approval and offered her left leg to me. I feathered a kiss on top of her foot and slowly massaged her leg. I felt some tension in her calf, some cramp that she needed to work off. Gentle stretching helped to ease the cramp which she blamed on the stiff pedals of the courtesy car she was driving. As my hands worked on her calf, Wendy stroked my crotch with her other foot.
“It’s not the only thing I’m dealing with that’s stiff!”
She was right. The bulge in my trousers had grown and strengthened. That wasn’t on my mind – I had been given an instruction and I would carry out that instruction. Wendy’s calf muscle had eased so I worked slowly up past the knee onto her thigh.
Wendy pulled her skirt up a little and opened her legs for me, giving me a clear view of the fact she was not wearing any panties. A delicious view and one that might have been intended to distract me. But I was not going to let the job remain unfinished. As I neared the top of Wendy’s thigh I moved my face towards her skirt and blew a kiss, moving back down to the other leg. Again I worked slowly, easing more tightness in the calf muscle before moving to the thigh. Just as I thought about slowing down, to try and tease her, Wendy pulled her skirt right up and opened her legs wide.
Wendy’s cunt was waxed, just like her legs. Whilst her legs glistened with massage oil, her cunt glistened with arousal.
“Kiss me properly boy! I’m sure you can do better than the guy in that video.”
I knelt down and moved in to do as I had been instructed. My tongue stroked up her lips, teased her clit for a few seconds then I kissed her full on, sliding my tongue in as deep as I could. Wendy’s moans of pleasure told me that I was definitely doing as I had been told. Wendy pushed her warmth into my face, gripping my head between her thighs, rocking and gasping. I put my hands under her ass cheeks to pull her closer still and moaned my pleasure loudly.
As Wendy released her grip slightly I moved up and started tonguing her clit. Wendy shivered and moaned as I trapped her clit between my tongue and teeth then she moved forward, pushed me to the floor and straddled my face.
Grabbing my hair Wendy signalled her desire for orgasm from my tongue. I started to lick, slowly at first, getting gradually quicker. Wendy gasped and writhed over my mouth, driving my head into the carpet. I slid my tongue in as far as I could, long, sweeping licks which made her gasp and moan. With her breathing getting heavier I felt Wendy get wetter and wetter until she gasped sharply with release, shivering over my face and falling forward. I put my hands on her ass cheeks again, keeping her warmth over my face.
“You are a good boy. I’m going to want a lot more of this.”
“And you can have as much as you like.”
I pulled her back down onto my face and started to lick.
“You are insatiable!”
Then a phone started to ring.
“It’s the garage,” said Wendy, who took the call while still sat on my face.
“Hello? Yes, this is Wendy, the car is ready? OK, when should I come over?”
“Come over my face again” I murmured, waiting for an appropriate moment….
“What time are you open till? YES!!! I mean yes, I can make that”
Ending the call Wendy looked down at me from between her thighs.
“You bad boy!” She smiled. “I have to go now but we will continue this later….”