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My Deal with Rachel

I was watching her body as she moved about the office and didn't hear her at first
when she spoke to me. My conference with her boss was over and I was simply marking time in Rachels' office, waiting I suppose,  for the remainder of the day to take some direction. Her boss, Mr. Anderson, had left in a rush a few minutes before, throwing a thank you over his shoulder as he left, and a final request:

"Take care of Sonny, won't you Rachel ?"

Take care of me? I'm sure what immediately came to my mind was not what he had in his. He probably meant to give me a ride to my hotel or, at best, take me to dinner. Susan was a very attractive and efficient administrative assistant to the co-founder of their high-tech firm. I was a visiting consultant who knew a whole lot about a very narrow area of the world. It had been suggested that my expertise was an inch wide and a mile deep, but it fit in nicely with their project. 

Bent over a low filing cabinet drawer, She looked over her shoulder at the door just slammed, then at me. Smiling, she said, "Sure. I'll take care of you, Sonny."

I'd been preoccupied checking out the curve of her hip as her skirt was drawn tight, looking at . . . well, whatever I could. I'd come to enjoy that pleasure in life . . . looking at an attractive woman, silently appreciating their femininity and fantasizing how we might "get it on." After all, I reasoned, you can't be sent to jail for what you're thinking.

As she stood up and pushed a strand of hair from her eyes, the late afternoon sun made her white blouse almost transparent and for a moment I could admire the swell of her bra-clad left breast. It was sweet and terribly sexy. I longed to simply cup the swell of her breast in the palm of my hand . . . just for a moment. Then my mind moved on, wondering what her panties looked like. 

Were they simple cotton, brief, or thong? 

Rachels voice nudged into my awareness. She said, "Uh, hello?  Hello? Earth to Sonny . . . Sonny !!.  Would you like to grab something to eat with me?"  (I'd like to eat your pussy Rach !! is the thought that ran through my head )

The tone in her voice let me know she was asking a second time. I smiled and shook my head as if to clear it and replied, "Sorry. I was away for a moment, wasn't I? Now that "the project" is almost over, I'm feeling so relaxed . . .  you may have to shake me."

Moving closer to her, I looked into her eyes and added, "And yes, I'd love to have a bite with you. Let's go to some nice place . . . some expensive place. My expenses are all paid by the corporation. We can really kick back." And then, uncertainly, "That is, if you have the time?"

She looked directly into my eyes and out of nowhere, in uncharacteristic boldness asked, "You were looking at my ass, weren't you? she asked.

That brought me up short. I wasn't surprised that she knew -- I can be so damn obvious -- I was just surprised at her unexpected frankness. I'd had occasion to have meetings with her boss several times in the past months and each time, I'd been acutely aware of her.  She had a presence and an aura that pulled me. There was something that was so . . . well, so feminine about her . . .  as well as so sexy. I'd come to admire her and respect her abilities. But looking at her ass? In this era of increasing awareness of sexual harassment, was I in deep shit here? 

"Busted!" I smiled again. "Hope you didn't see it as rude. You have such an attractive body.  I forget. Either that, or I can't help myself.  Either one. You choose."

She shook her head with a rueful smile.  "No. Not rude. honest, perhaps, but not rude. Of course, women like to be admired. *I* like to be admired. And I'm glad you like my ass. You do like it, don't you?" She turned slightly away and made to look over her shoulder at her butt as she pushed a hip toward me.

I sat and leaned way back in the comfortable chair in her office and pushed my feet out. Looking at the ceiling as if to consider a moment, I replied, "Shit, I like all parts of a pretty girl, but I suppose I like her butt the best. I noticed yours right away and I've been thinking about it ever since....and I really love pretty barefeet too !!"

"Nice thoughts?"

"Nasty ones !!."

"As in kinky, dirty, perverted and, I hope, voyueristic ?"

"You DO know me," I laughed.

Kicking off her pumps, Susan sat in the chair opposite me in front of her desk and rubbed one beautifully shaped stocking-clad foot. "Ooh, that feels good. It's been a long day." 

When she fell back into the chair, leaving an ankle atop her other knee, I had a wonderful view of the underside of her thigh. "It sure looks good," I observed, not even trying to hide that I was looking under her skirt. "Would you like me to rub the other one?"

She nodded her head yes and said, "Everyone but us has left the office.  It's after normal hours now . . . I guess it'd be okay." Then with a elfin grin she added, "And I know I'd like a foot rub," she said as she extended a foot and wiggled her toes.

"Foot massager extraordinaire," I proclaimed as I pulled my chair up to hers, our knees almost touching. "Gimmie that beautiful foot, Rachel !!"

As I'd anticipated -- because I'd pulled my chair so close -- Susan had to pull her leg up before she could offer her foot to me. Making no effort to tug her skirt down or push it between her thighs, I had a moment's view of the top of her stockings and a flash of blue, patterned panties. 

Glancing up I saw her looking directly at me, smiling. I shrugged and suggested, "Consider it another compliment."

"I took it that way."

Pulling her foot into my lap and rubbing the plantar surface deeply, I said, "You're a very nice lady, know that?"

Smiling, she slid down into the chair a little more, bending her knees a bit and her
skirt slid up a little higher. She sighed, "Thanks, but most of the time I think I'm too shy to be myself. I didn't say anything and a moment later she added, "But you're easy to be with . . . it's easier to be myself when  . . . when I'm with someone who's up front and honest as you've been in the past months."

We were silent for a moment and I looked up from her dainty foot to see her smiling tentatively at me as if to ask, "Well?"

Rather than get into my capacity for honesty, I tried to change directions and perhaps shock her a little by asking, "You always wear a bra?"

In mock indignation with her hands on her hips she retorted, Sonny !! What're you paying attention to anyway? My feet or my tits ? Really!"

Lifting up her leg that I might blatantly look up her skirt I admitted, "Both. I mean, everything I can. I seem to be a hopeless voyeur when it comes to you."

Rachel pulled her skirt up a few more inches, displaying the tops of her stockings, black garters and the crotch of her blue panties. "Let's see if you're capable of focusing on one thing at a time, mister."

My cock had been getting harder and harder and was slightly bent in my shorts. Moving to relieve the discomfort I muttered, "You've got my attention."

"There's a condition," she added.

"Condition?"

"Tit for tat, Baby", she said.

Glancing down at the bulge in my trousers, I asked, "You mean . . . ?" "Yep. If I'm exciting you -- and I want to excite you -- I wanna see it ...watch it. I'll let you look at me . . . at my . . . my private places," she added in a whisper, "only if you let me see your cock and the effect I have on you !. Deal?"

"That the only condition? I mean, any restrictions?" I asked.  "That's the deal, but there are restrictions, . It's this way. You can look but you can't touch."

Weekly I croaked, "Can't touch?"

"That's right . . . at least you can't touch me. We can touch ourselves, but not each other. Look but not touch. Deal?"

Astounded, I sat back, still holding her foot in my hands. In minutes we'd moved
from a meal to a foot rub to a few peeks and now we were suddenly negotiating the terms of our mutual voyeurism. I was almost dizzy with excitement.

"Deal!" I agreed. 

"Good. Now I want to remove these hose. I mean, it is alright for you to continue to rub my feet and maybe my calves, but bare skin feels so much better."

She swung her feet to the floor and walked away a few steps. With her back to me, she reached up under her skirt, bunching it below her buttocks, and unhooked her garters, pulling of her stockings one by one...exposing the most beautiful feet I'd seen to date... Still turned away, she reached again under  her skirt and pulled out her garter belt, dropping it over the back of a chair with her hose.

She turned and pointedly looked at me and then down at my bulging cock. Raising one eyebrow as I'd seen her do so many times when asking a question, she said, "Well?" I may be slow but I'm not totally dull.  With a questioning look of my own, I mimed dropping my pants and then looked around the office as if to ask, "Here?"

"Yes, here, " she affirmed. "Building's empty and we have lots of time before we eat . . . if we still want to eat."

Pulling off my pants, I gestured toward her chest and said, "Your turn. The blouse. Off with the blouse."

Her face reddened. I was feeling a little warm myself. 

She slowly unbuttoned her blouse and then, as if making up her mind, took it off rapidly, adding to the pile of her clothes on the chair.  As she turned back, she folded her forearms under her breasts and hugged herself lightly, her arms pushing in on the sides of her blue demi-bra, accentuating her cleavage. The lacy top portion of the bra afforded a teasing view of her prominent nipples.

Her beauty stunned me. I mean I knew she was attractive and had a sexy body, but she dressed fairly conservatively, mostly understating her very attractive breasts. 

Being the very hip guy that I am, I immediately thought of something cool to say, like, "Wow!"

Lightly cupping her full breasts, Susan asked, "Like em?"

"Fuck yes...!!. 

Looking down at the swells of her tits, She hooked the tip of her index finger into 
the lacy bra and pulled one side down and inch or two, freeing the crinkled nipple. She looked up and  asked, "This?"

Again, a cleaver reply from me: "Fuck," ... they're beautiful." "Back to the foot rub."

No hesitation. She joined me again and without prompting, put her foot in my lap. 
She apparently didn't miss the hard lump in pants. "Your cocks throbbing Sonny !" 

"Do you like to see . . . and be seen?" I asked, again lifting her leg and pulling it
to the side, staring at the adductor tendon extending from inside her thigh and running under the edge of her panty crotch.

Relaxing her leg and letting it fall farther to the side of her chair, she replied, "It's my little secret. I LOVE to be looked at . . to be admired . . .and to tease !!!
It's even hotter when I know the guy looking at me is getting hot n' hard." 
And then in a sultry voice, "Like you are."

Cupping my hardon through my bikini shorts, I gave a little moan, only half for effect, and leaning forward to see better, I observed, "I'm looking for a hint of your pubic hair. I don't see any peeping out. You trim it?"

Lowering her lashes, Susan whispered, "Shave it."

"All?"

Nodding, "All!...I love my pussy BALD !!

"Show me! I want to see."

She dropped her hand to her open crotch and paused. "Well . . . Ihardly know you . . . but . . ."

"Oh, come ON, Rachel. Please show me. I'm dieing to see your shaved pussy."

Hooking her finger into the crotch of her panties, in a little-girl, sing-song voice she said, "I'll show you mine if you show me yours."

In a flash my jeans's were down around my thighs and I was fisting my hard cock,
precum already ozzing from my pee-hole... unconsciously stroking the shaft.

Standing again, she pulled the crotch of her panties up into her pussy lips, so tight, her panty crotch seemed to disappear. My breath caught in my throat. I stared at her pussy, slightly swollen and plump, made more prominent by the thong of  fabric separating and accentuating her totally bare pussy. Not a hair, not one could I see. Standing with her legs apart and hips thrust forward,  I could see the panties pulled into the cheeks of her buttocks. Reaching around, she pulled the
material of her panties very slowly back and forth, a sawing motion that accented the swollen plumpness of her pussy lips. 

With a delighted laugh, She spun around and bent over, showing me her ass, Fuck I wanted too see her hole....the panties now no more than a tight thong pulled deep into her crack. It was clear where the descriptive expression, an inverted heart, came from. Her small waist served to accent the feminine fullness of her
ass. 

"Well," she said, "if you're an "ass person,"  how does this look...spreading her ass cheeks and showing me her puckered rectum....

Unthinking, I reached out to touch her asshole, but she spun away with a giggle saying, "No-no. Look. No touch." Then to take away any sting her reprimand might have offered, in flurry of movement she pulled down her panties and dropped them on my cock. She sat down again, both legs open and her heals on the edge of her chair. 

I heard my voice hiss, "Yes-s-s-s . . ." as I picked them up and held them to my nose for a moment.

Rachel began to touch her wet pussy and replied only with inarticulate mews. It
was pink and bare as was her labia right down to the crack of her ass. The inner lips were wet and puffy, opening up as a flower would and her clit was poking out just a little. She traced her finger lightly up and down her inner things and labia, carefully not touching her clitoris.  Her body slumped in the chair and her ass scooted forward a little more, somehow opening her up even more. She stared at me from half-hooded eyes.

In a throaty voice she whispered, "Jack off for me. Let me watch you.  Let me watch you jerk-off. Look at me and masturbate . . . jack your cock . . . your big,
thick hard cock . . . look at my pussy, Sonny."  Then, correcting herself, she amended, "Uh . . . sonny, look . . . look at my cunt! I'll come for you . . . watch me!" Accenting the "t" sound in "cunt," she whispered the last words, as if they were too naughty to say aloud.

"Yes, I'll look at your cunt, Rachel.  Open it up for me. Let me see how fucking 
wet you are. Let me look inside you . . .  right inside your dripping cunt!! 
Show me everything, you sweet cunt!" We were sinking into a mindless sluttiness that suddenly had become so telling and so appropriate, heightening our intimacy.

Her right index finger slipped inside her pussy for a moment, coming out trailing a string of white, beautiful cream. As she teased around her clit she said, "I love being a slut with you ..Sonny. I've never done anything like this. I've fantasized sure . . . but I never thought I do it. It's SO FUCKING slutty  ..SO hot. Cum on, let's get hotter!"

Now, stroking my cock in long, steady stokes, I said, "I've had lots of fantasies all my life, but I thought most would never come true . . . that they were all in my head." 

Now, driven by that reptilian center in my hind brain, unthinking and unmindful, I added, "Know what I'd really like to see?"

"No. Tell me. Maybe we can do it . . . but no fucking!"

"No . . . not fucking . . . but kinky . . . really personal."

"What, for God's sake? Spit it out."

"I'd like to watch you pee!"

She suddenly stopped. Her hand was frozen on her pussy and she was looking at me with incredulity. I thought, " Oh-oh, I've gone too far now."

"You serious?"

"Yeah, I'm serious. Ever since watching my sister pee years ago, I've thought of it as one of the more intimate and sexy things there is. Guess I'm just an intimacy junkie. And a kinky one at that."

Once again, Rachel floored me. "Me too!  I mean, I think peeing in front of another 
person is SO personal and SO sexy . . . I can't imagine you think so too."

"Jesus! Does that mean you'll do it for me? When? Where? Let's do it now!"

Laughing, she buried her finger in her  cunt and said, "We're both in luck. I've had to pee for the last half hour.  I'm about to bust, but I was having too much fun doing this to excuse myself.  Let's use my boss's personal bathroom."

"Lead me on, Baby !!" 

Holding her skirt about her waist, Susan ran into her boss's office and into his surprisingly large bathroom, her ass jiggling, me hot on her heels, cock in hand.

I directed. "Now, sit way back on the toilet and open your legs. I wanna sit right between your knees . . . up close and very personal."

"God, you are kinky man after my own heart. Well, here goes a first!"

"Touch your clit . . . play with yourself while you pee . . . let me watch you do it."

"Fuck . . . I don't know if I can relax and pee if I play with myself."

"That's OK, Rachel . . . just sit back, relax, open your legs and let me look." Then rushing on, "I can't tell you how beautiful you look and how incredibly sexy this is for me. Seeing you there, pussy open, pink, wet . . . Fuck, I can see your fucking pee hole, girl."

With a groan, she placed both fingers inside her pussy lips and pulled them open and hissed, "Yes-s-s-s . . . here it is. Here's my girl place and watch, I'm gonna let go . . . let go and let you see me . . . this is so private. 

I can't believe this is happening."

Then, years and years of conditioning fell away. All those admonitions about what "good girls" don't do were forgotten.  "Oh . . . I've really gotta go . . . gotta pee 
. . . gotta . . . gotta piss !!!. . ."

Then she started. I stared, jerking my incredibly hard cock, entranced.....

At first there was just a dribble. Her pee ran back on one lip of her pussy and dribbled into the water, making that delicate tinkling sound I'd enjoyed so much trying to listen to my sister pee long before.

"Yes-s-s-s . . . now! Now it's gonna piss !!!." And with that her dribble picked up to a stronger stream and then a strong gush, shooting well out between her legs, inches from my face. The tinkle was replaced with that feminine hissing sound, strong and unlike any other I've heard. She made an inverted V with the second and third fingers of her hand and pulled her pussy lips open fully exposing her urethral orifice. In the process she pulled up a little and her strong stream of pee hit the edge of the bowl, splashing drops on my face It was warm and I could smell her. 

With no conscious thought or rational decision, I reached in and cupped her stream of pee in my hand. It was hot. It ran up onto my wrist and spilled out of my cupped palm. It was too much.  It began to tip me over.

"I'm gonna cum, Susan . . . I'm gonna cum!"  I had no control. I was over the edge and knew it.  There was no turning back. I'd thought I might idly masturbate for the longest time with this beautiful, sexy woman but there wasn't a chance. 
I was over the top and running downhill, out of control.

In a deeper, throaty voice she interjected, "On me! Cum on me. On my pussy. Come on . . . cum on my cunt . . . NOW!"

She was over the edge as well, caught in the mindless and powerful vortex of her sexual rush. With one hand she reached up and pulled her tit out of her bra. The areola was pebbly and her nipple was stiff and swollen as she bent her head down and touched it with the tip of her tongue.

Her legs were now wantonly spread, her swollen cunt pulled apart, forming a wet, blossoming flower of pussy out of which sprayed her pee in a strong arc, as she strummed her clitoris with the fingers of her other hand. The vision of her full breast displayed, out of her bra, and she, slumped down, legs open, masturbating as she arced her hot stream, produced a run-away, chain-reaction melt-down in
my sexual center. 

In an almost guttural voice, Susan pleaded, "God, ple-a-s-e cum for me 
. . . ON me. Cum! Shoot your . . . white . . .  gooey . . . cum . . . all over . .. my pussy . . . all over my *cunt* . . . watch me . . .  I'm rubbing off for you. Look!"

I lurched to my feet somehow, feeling the boiling rush within my balls, up to my cock . . . now swelling, rushing, spurting out . . . the first jet high on her stomach, then correcting,  the second and third jets of my cum landing on her hand and then on her pussy lips. She screamed, slumped further and pissed over the
top of the bowl, between my legs.

Then, in some post-orgasmic stupor, I slid to the floor, still gripping my cock, dizzy, lightheaded and disoriented. A long time later, it seemed, we both came
around, disheveled and drained, wrung out, feeling dazzled and wonderfully complete.

The last bit of my cum had dripped down over my hand.  I held it up and looked at it, as if to ask, Where did this come from?" Holding my hand out in mute evidence, I looked at Rachel, still spread in front of me. She too was looking  at her hand and several large dollops of white cum that were running over her fingers. 

Holding her hand up in front of her face, examining the trail of my cum over her fingers, She brought them up to her face and just touched the wetness with the tip of her tongue. She laughed out loud and said, "I can't believe I'm doing this.
But I am! God! I feel so hot and slutty and turned on."

Then, with her impish grin she asked, "We've  a couple of hours before your plane. Still want to eat? Or would you rather hang out here with me?" "Fuck my flight Rachel....Will you let me piss on you...? Then will you piss in my mouth, and on my cock while I jerk-off again...?? That's was a no-brainer Sonny. She smiled and said.... "I'd love to drink your piss.....and then....

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