For well over four years I had worked in the same office building as Moyra and during that time we had got to know each other's tastes in food, music, movies, jokes, etc. Moyra had always been very open and friendly towards me from the very first time she walked into my office. Right away she had introduced herself and she promptly sat on the edge of the desk, swinging her legs as we chatted about all sorts of things, as if we had been friends for twenty years at least. Fairly soon I had learned that she had been married for a number of years, but that the marriage really was not a bed of roses for her. Over many months, as our friendship had deepened, I had listened carefully to both the highs and the lows in her personal life. She became as close as a well-loved sister and a very dear friend, but that all changed one hot and humid February night...
Sometime during January she invited me to supper at her apartment on a specific Saturday night in February (just before Valentine's Day as it so happened)... but, she made me promise strictly not to tell anyone! Particularly as I was to be the only guest (and a heterosexual male at that!) while her husband was away in another city for just that one night! She explained that she owed me "big time" for all sorts of favors and kindnesses that I had offered her (like the occasional trips with me from home to work, or the reverse trip homewards). She really wanted me to have the most perfect supper imaginable and she pressurized me to name my extra special or favorite foods that she would cook and serve for me.
Just after sunset on the pre-booked Saturday I arrived at her apartment with a cold bottle of wine in my hand. She welcomed me warmly at the door with a hug and brief kiss. I commented that I really liked the fresh floral perfume that she had used. (Later I had remembered that she usually never bothered to use perfume while at work.) Then she ushered me into the lounge where we chatted while we selected a variety of music. The first two parts of the meal were served up informally and the hours flew past in easy flowing conversation. During that time the "secret" was revealed that Moyra was quietly terrified to be alone in the apartment and she wanted me to stay for the whole night, but just for the company as she insisted. Could I possibly refuse her direct request Absolutely not! There was no doubt for one second... I could do nothing - but to stay overnight with her.
Just before midnight we decided not to have the specially prepared fruit and meringue dessert that waited for us in the kitchen. Neither of us was feeling hungry, despite the dessert being one of my personal favorite treats!
Moyra had mentioned suffering from some stress and tension.... so I offered to massage her neck and back, just as I had often done while at work as she sat upright in her typist's chair facing the computer screen. But, this time she quickly turned down the overhead lights, spread soft cushions on the lounge carpet and left the room to fetch a bottle of soothing baby oil. She lay face down on a fluffy towel and lifted up the back of her blouse. It was a very pleasant surprise to me that she was not wearing a bra! However, she did not flaunt her bared breasts and instead she acted rather coyly. My gentle, but firm massage strokes soothed and relaxed her within half an hour. She offered to return the gift and massaged my neck and back in a slightly clumsy manner...with some sincere apologies from her.
At that point we just cuddled closely, but the cushions and the lounge carpet became a little hard and uncomfortable. So she took me through to her double bed in almost total blackness and we cuddled up again in soft comfort. She made it clear in a few words that she was not bringing me to her bed for sex! But... the cuddling led to even more passionate kisses and hugs. Then my hand brushed across her flat stomach. That was obviously rather pleasurable for her as she made a low growl deep in her throat. And so my hand moved slightly higher and it brushed lightly over her firm breasts and her erect nipples. Both of us enjoyed the closeness and I paid more attention to all caresses and motions that stimulated her pert nipples. She sat up, paused for a moment in thought, before pulling the blouse off over her head in one easy and fluid movement. Moyra turned back to face me and then unbuttoned my shirt so that she could remove it easily. We enjoyed the cool intimacy of being half naked... She forced me to lie back while she went to work on my own erect nipples, with her moist lips and wet tongue sucking or licking. This was a new and very stimulating experience for me.
She caressed the bulge in my jeans as we kissed deeply and our tongues intertwined. Then, without any extra words, she struggled to undo the belt and the zipper of my jeans. She encouraged me to lift my hips as she slid the jeans down my legs and off my feet. Moments later my brief underwear was removed and her tongue briefly touched the head of my swollen penis as she gently gripped the shaft in her soft hand. She moved lower down my belly and she really started in earnest... She nibbled, licked, blew, stroked, tickled, flicked, fondled and even let her hanging hair and breasts brush over my rock hard erection. Even my balls got the royal touch! It was a luxurious treatment that I had only ever dreamed about in erotic wet dreams! Her husband was a collector of porn movies, which had irritated her. However, she used some of the tricks that she had seen in the XXX movies, but she had never tried out.
As my excitement grew she easily slid her lips over my rigid penis and took it into her warm mouth so deeply that it felt like it was almost going right down her throat! Then she very slowly increased the up and down bobbing of her head until I was ready to explode. I begged Moyra to stop and I gently rolled her on top of me. We hugged and laughed with the extreme pleasure we had shared, skin touching skin. A fine film of sweat on our skin, caused by the heat and the humidity, was like a lubricating oil. Our hands stroked and caressed slowly all curves and bumps....
Gently I caressed and stroked her silky legs and up her thighs with my oil smoothed hands. Her short denim skirt was quickly unbuttoned and removed easily when she lifted up her hips. And Moyra even apologized for wearing the plain white, cotton bikini panties that "proved" that she had not worn any sexy underwear with the deliberate intentions of seducing me. My thumbs slipped under the elastic waist band of her panties and together we slid the panties down from her hips until there was just a damp bundle at the end of the bed.
Then the curly triangular tangle of her short and soft pubic hair was revealed to my loving gaze, despite the semi darkness. So I bent down and gently kissed the pouting lips that revealed themselves shyly. With the sunrise some hours ahead, now it was Moyra's turn to lie back, spread out on her double bed, and to enjoy being spoilt by my fingers, lips, tongue, beard, penis... Her voice became a low moan of pure pleasure that I will never forget...
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