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As I followed her through the museum I couldn't
help but stare at her. She was absolutely gorgeous. She could
easily been a part of the museum and no one would think twice.
We entered the 'racy' section of the museum. There have been
several attempts to close it down, calling it pornography,
lucidious and other ridiculous views. I admit I am not a huge
fan of art. I mean, I like it and all but I don't drool over
stuff. There are displays that make me think about sex and
before I know it, I'm horny. It doesn't help that I'm always
following her through there and staring at her hips sway back
and forth as she walks with her sultry voice filling the hallways,
as she tells the tourists a little bit about each piece.
She works at the museum as a restorer, cleaning
off sometimes centuries old crud and making the piece as vibrant
as it was the day it was made and takes over the tours when
the regular chic takes lunch. She loves it. I come over to
take her out for lunch probably three times a week and every
one of those times I'm forced to do the tour. And every time
we pass the naked Venus and others my mind starts thinking
about Casey and her body, the way she is in bed, the way she
smells, the way her voice makes my body tingle and I end up
really excited.
After the tour ended, a small eternity later,
she thanked everyone for coming and showed them to the gift
shop.
She turned to me and smiled. "You ready for some lunch
babe?"
"Yeah, I could eat," with that said
I grinned from ear to ear. She got my point almost immediately.
"Mmmm Susan you really turned on?"
"You know I am Casey, I always am after
that tour. How could you not be after seeing scenes of all
those people having sex and posing for the artist?"
She giggled lightly and shook her head as she
led the way to her small office in the far end of the museum.
We'd never done anything about my frustrations while we were
in her office before. She would sit down at her desk with
me sitting opposite on the small couch and we'd talk about
this that and the other. She always steered the conversation
away from sex. It made her nervous just thinking about it
at work. I don't know what was different about that day, but
as soon as she closed and locked the door she grabbed me and
kissed me deeply.
After the shock had worn off I let my tongue
dance with hers, tasting each other as our hands explored
each other's bodies. I went straight for the buttons on her
blouse and she worked to get my pants off. I pulled the sides
of her blouse apart and down her arms revealing her large
breasts resting in her white lacey bra. Her blouse fell to
the floor and she began tugging down my pants. I stepped out
of them not missing a beat as I unzipped the back of her skirt.
As I lifted my hands from the waist of her
skirt, for her to pull my shirt over my head, it fell to the
floor in a rumpled heap. She stood there in front of me wearing
her bra, panties and her thigh high stockings. "Damn
she's hot!" I thought as I brought my hands up to the
front clasp of her bra. With a quick flick of my wrist her
breasts were free. My mouth had a mind of its own as it found
her nipples and began to suck.
As I teased her nipples with my tongue she
removed my bra and tossed it on the back of a chair. She grabbed
a handful of my red hair and brought me back up to kiss her,
sliding her hands back down my body and working her fingers
into the waistband of my panties. As our kiss deepened again,
I felt my panties glide down my thighs and land at my feet.
In no time I had removed her panties and we were both on the
couch.
The leather was cold against my skin and made
my nipples even harder. Her body on top of mine, our breasts
rubbing against each other, our bush meshing together drove
me nuts! I wanted her so bad. Sensing this she kissed me again
and quickly pivoted her little body. I wrapped my arms around
her thighs as she eased herself down from her knees bringing
her pussy closer to my face. Her smell consumed me and I felt
my mouth begin to salivate in anticipation.
I brought my tongue up to her wetness and quickly
penetrated her slit finding her hard clit. Her moan filled
the tiny office as I began to roll my tongue over and around
her jewel, stroking every so softly, teasing her. I felt her
warm tongue through my wet hair into my slit. She began to
lap at my pussy like a dog, full length, and slow controlled
strokes. I tried to squirm underneath her to press my hips
against her face to no avail, her arms pinned me down to the
couch as she bared her weight against my thighs.
I slid a finger deep into her tight hole as
I wiggled my face from side to side against her pussy. I felt
her squeezes tightly, surrounding my middle finger with her
warm walls. Between her scent and what she was doing to me
I lost myself. I rocked my hips against the couch and her
as best I could as I felt my climax begin to stir. My moans
were growing louder and more frequent, hers met up with mine
as we both started to cum.
I felt her body shudder above me and her juices
soon coated my face as I brought her over the top. Just after
she started to come down it was my turn. I came hard! My entire
body tensed up. I held my breath and squeezed tightly as she
worked her tongue the length of my clit, her nose pressing
against my opening. My climax swept over my body in waves
as she continued to work at my clit. My body pressed upwards
against her as my orgasm reached its full intensity. Slowly
my body went limp as my climax subsided.
She kissed my clit one last time and climbed
down to kneel in front of the couch. I rolled over to my side
and kissed her firmly, our juices mixing in our mouths as
our tongues entwined.
To this day I think that's the best lunch I've
ever had.
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