Nicole is hot. I have to admit I didn't really notice it at first but that was probably because she isn't the kind of girl I usually go for. You see, Nicole has a real alternative thing going on, and so the first thing I picked up on was her bright pink hair and her tattoos. I have tattoos but I'm not really a fan of them on girls. It's not a sexist thing, it's the same as I'm not a fan of bright pink hair, but the fact is, once I looked past all that I saw just how sexy Nicole is.
At twenty she's about twelve years younger than me. She's about 5'5" and very slim; which is another thing that I don't really go for in girls, it's not that I like large girls, just ones with a few curves, like my friend's girlfriend, Chloe. But it's funny how you can change when you're faced with someone who is just sexy because of who they are. And I have to say, once I saw Nicole's body any thoughts of my type left my head. Along with the blood supply.
I met Nicole on my first day at a new job. I was taken on as a manager and she was the office runner which meant that if there was a job that needed doing, Nicole did it. I think some people think of her as a bit of a dog's body, but the fact is, she's mastered all the jobs in office. If the company decided to, they could lay off half the office staff and have Nicole do all their work. I think she's aware of this fact, but she goes about her work quietly and efficiently. It was her moving around the office like this that really made me see past the pink hair and the tattoos. That and the nice smile and the "Hi, Rich," that she gave me every morning.
Now part of what my company does is to support people who have been injured in road or industrial accidents while they are recovering. And as such we have a training house where we work with them while they stay there so that they can learn to do normal household tasks again. As you can imagine, this can be quite tiring for them and they usually end up going to bed around 8pm. It was one such evening that saw Nicole and I sitting in the living room with a coffee after an afternoon of working together.
The TV was on but muted. I was sitting on the floor up against one couch and Nicole was sitting on the floor with her back to the other couch across the room from me. I got the feeling that Nicole often sat on the floor and as our conversation drifted into a natural pause I couldn't help but take a few naughty glances at her.
She was wearing a white tank top which showed off the tattoos on her arms. Now, as I've said, I'm not a huge fan of tattoos on girls, but although Nicole's were quite big they were very feminine. The one on her left upper arm was of The Little Mermaid from the Disney movie. On the other arm she has pretty flowers which seemed the cascade down to her wrist.
Her tank was low cut and because she didn't have large breasts - I estimated a B cup - it didn't so much show cleavage as a gap caused by her bra. I was pretty sure I would be able to see down it if I stood up. Her legs were pulled up to the side and covered by the mid length summer skirt she was wearing and I couldn't help wondering what her underwear was like. I could see that her bra was pink and lacy and I was intrigued as to whether her panties matched. That's one of my things, matching underwear, or underwear that is deliberately miss matched. That really does it for me too.
As I sat there, my mind wandering over how sexy Nicole was looking, she glanced away from the silent television set.
"Hey," she said, looking over at me. "You okay?"
For a moment I thought I'd been busted checking her out, but I could tell from the smile on her face that she didn't realise that I'd been staring.
"Huh?" I replied, not sure what to say. "Sorry, I was miles away then."
"Oh," Nicole replied, almost sounding disappointed. I paused for a moment. Did she want me to be checking her out? I wanted to find out.
"What?" I asked.
"Nothing, it just looked like you were about to say something."
Now internal relationships within our company weren't prohibited, but I was fairly certain that any type of physical contact was frowned upon. When I say frowned upon I mean a case for instant dismissal. And so taking this into consideration, I formed my answer.
"Actually, I was wondering what you sound like when you cum."
For a moment Nicole just looked at me, her brain obviously trying to decide whether the new manager, who she'd only known for a matter of weeks, had really said that he wondered what she sounded like when she had an orgasm. As the words permeated her mind her eyes widened.
"I'm sorry, what?"
"Yeah," I said slowly. "I really shouldn't have said that. I don't really..."
"Did you just say you wondered what I sounded like when I," Nicole paused, obviously plucking up the courage to say the word. "Came?"
"Yeah, I'm sorry, I'm not really sure what.."
"Do you really think that's an appropriate thing to ask a co-worker?" Nicole said incredulously, her eyes still wide in surprise.
"Sorry, I'm not sure what I was thinking. I didn't mean..."
"I mean I only met you about a month ago. You're my manager. You're..." she stopped, lost for words. She shook her head slowly and looked over at the TV.
We sat in silence like that for a few minutes staring at the television as I wondered what the current unemployment benefit was and trying to think of something to say which would make the situation better while not causing me to lose too much face.
"Look Nicole, I'm sorry. I really didn't mean to offend you and I just hope that you won't report me for this," I said, her eyes still fixed firmly on the screen. She didn't respond, my lips moving as I tried to find something else to say.
"Why did you say it?" Nicole asked, not taking her eyes off the television screen.
"I don't know," I replied. "I guess I thought I was being funny or something."
Her eyes lids flickered and I could tell she was no longer taking in what was on the TV. If she ever had been. Again there was silence, but this time it was Nicole's turn to break it. "So you were making a joke?"
I hesitated. "I-I don't know, I guess so."
She blinked again. "Which part was meant to be funny?"
I took a deep breath, hoping that the pause would give me an answer which would rectify the whole problem. But it didn't.
"I don't know, Nicole. I'm really sorry, I don't know why I said it."
"So you weren't really wondering that at all then?" she asked,
For a moment I thought she was going to freak out. But then the faintest hint of a smile curled the corners of her mouth.
"Well," Nicole began sounding as if I'd just asked her favourite flavour of ice cream. "It depends, I think. If I'm doing it to myself then I get really into it, but because I have control over what's going on I'm pretty quiet, just a lot of panting and some moaning." I watched as she shifted on the floor, the thin material of her skirt moving a little further up her slender thigh, exposing a little more of the tattoo which looked as though it ran from the top of her leg to her knee. "But if I'm with a guy and he's good then I'm louder and I move a lot more."
She looked over at me and for a moment I was at a loss for words, shocked that she had answered such a personal question from a colleague whom she had only know for a few weeks. Regaining my composure I continued the conversation.
"I'd like to experience that sometime," I said, holding her gaze and looking into her beautiful, piercing eyes.
"Which part?" Nicole asked, continuing to play the game that I'd started.
"Both parts," I replied. "I'd like to watch you make yourself come and I'd like to make you come."
Nicole's reply was the faintest hint of a smile.
"Really?" I asked.
"Sure. Why not? What do you wanna do first?"
"Well, since you talked about making yourself come first I think we should explore that."
She nodded, the first hint of uncertainty crossing her face. "Should we go upstairs? I don't want one of the guys coming down and finding me with my hand in my panties."
"I don't think that's likely to happen, they were both pretty exhausted so I think we should be okay to stay down here for a while. Besides, it's more naughty down here on the floor. And speaking of your panties, what are you wearing?"
Nicole smiled. "Well, I do like to be naughty. And as for my panties, they're little pink shorts, lacy and they match my bra." She hooked her thumb under the delicate bra strap and pulled it from under her tank top. "Of course I also wear thongs but I was worried that this skirt might have been too short and I didn't want it lifting up in the breeze, showing everyone my butt."
"I wouldn't have complained," I said. "I look at your ass all the time when you're walking around the office and I gotta say, it's sexy as hell."
Nicole looked at me, her eyebrows raising in mock surprise. "You look at my ass?"
"Of course I do, it's small and tight and it looks good in everything you wear."
She ran her fingers through her bright pink hair, showing the tattoo on the underside of her left arm.
"Well, thank you," she replied. "I had no idea you had taken so much notice of me."
"Oh I've noticed you," I replied. "Once I'd got used to the pink hair and tattoos and realised how pretty you are and how sexy your body is."
"You think I have a nice body? I think I'm a little too skinny and I think my boobs could be bigger." She looked down inside her tank top. "Although I do think they're a nice shape, perky and firm."
"I'm sure they are," I replied. "Do I get to see them?"
"Oh I think that's a certainty. Don't you?"
I nodded. "So?" I asked.
"So? Oh right, sorry. I forgot what we were talking about. I was thinking about you watching me walk around the office. I like the thought of that."
"I always wonder what underwear you have on," I said. "Y'know, in between wondering what you sound like when you cum."
"Well, let's clear up the mystery right now, shall we," she said, standing up. I shifted my position on the floor, trying to release the pressure on my growing hard on.
Nicole turned around slowly, her black motorcycle boots scuffing up the rug on which she'd been sitting. Once she'd made a complete three-sixty she stopped and, taking hold of the hem of her skirt she carefully lifted it, exposing first her slim thighs and then her pink, lacy boy short panties.
My cock twitched at the sight and I fought the urge to touch myself, enjoying the tension in the room.
"Well, what do you think?"
"I think you're even sexier than I thought you were."
"Thank you," she said, rolling her eyes, "but what about my panties. Do you like them?" She began to turn again, showing her tight ass cheeks as they poked teasingly out from under her shorts. Although she was small, Nicole's ass wasn't flat, her cheeks were rounded and firm, probably from all the walking she did since she didn't own a car.
"Yeah," I replied. "I really like them. You said they match you bra."
Nicole giggled. "Yes, they are a matching set. I also have a thong which matches the he bra too, but like I said, I didn't want to be exposing my ass or my coochie to the whole street if the breeze picked up."
"Those shorts are sexy as hell, but I wish I could see the thong too. I bet your tiny ass looks amazing in a thong."
"Thank you, but I thought guys liked girls with big asses," she said her back still towards me, looking over her shoulder, inspecting her butt cheeks.
"Not me," I replied, looking up at her. "Give me small and tight over big and bouncy any day."
"Well I guess my little butt gets your seal of approval then," she said, lowering her skirt and turning to face me. "So, now my bra." And she crossed her arms, taking hold of the hem of her tank top, lifting it to expose her impossibly flat stomach, her belly button piercing and the Sleeping Beauty tattoo which ran from just below the left side of her ribs to the top of her skirt. Pulling the tank top over her head, she dropped it onto the couch behind her, flicking her bright pink hair out of her face as she did so.
Just as she promised, her bra was pink and lacy, pushing her small firm breasts up into tight mounds.
"See, told you they matched," she said, sounding pleased with herself. "So, do I get to have an orgasm now?"
"I really hope so," I said, my cock starting to ache as it pressed against my shorts.
Nicole nodded, lowering herself back to the floor. Leaning back against the couch she spread her legs, lifting her skirt to expose her panties again. Lifting her butt off the floor she began to slide her panties down. As they slid over her thighs I saw a glimpse of her pussy, waxed and pink, before her skirt fell over it. I sighed as the flimsy material denied me my view of her pretty little pussy.
"Okay," she said, dropping her panties beside her. "This is how I play with myself. I take my finger and lick it, like this, so that it slides between my pussy lips." I watched in silence as she took the middle finger or her right hand and put it into her mouth, drawing it out over her bright red gloss coated lips. She reached down, her left hand parting her pussy as she slid her in. It entered with very little resistance and she watched, her eyes fluttering at the sensation.
"I guess I didn't need to lick it," she said, pushing her finger deeper into her pussy. "I was already pretty wet. And then, once my finger is nice and slippery I draw it back out and up over my clit." Her last words were almost lost as she sighed, her eyes closing for a moment. "And then I push it back in and out, making sure my little clitty is all nice and wet. Once she's all slippery I push the fingers of my other hand inside," she gasped as she pushed first the middle finger of her left hand and then the index finger between her lips, filling her tight pussy.
"And then, once I feel full and stretched by my fingers," she paused, looking over at me. "My coochie is kinda small and tight so two fingers fills me nicely. And when I'm full, I use my other finger to stroke my clit."
Closing her eyes and licking her lips Nicole began to make small circular movements on her clit. Her knees started to bend slightly as her fingers started to move inside her. Her eyes began to flutter again as her breathing quickened and she began to get lost in the sensation between her legs. Her head dropped back as she continued to move her finger over the stiff button, her fingers moving inside her, reaching up for her g-spot. Her legs jumped at the sudden sensation inside her and her mouth opened, a breathy moan drifting from her lips.
I ran my fingers along the length of my hard cock beneath my shorts, feeling it flex at the touch, the sight of Nicole bringing herself ever closer to her climax causing my tip to become wet and slippery.
"Are you watching me?" Nicole asked, her voice husky with pleasure.
"Yeah, I'm watching you," I replied.
At the sound of my voice Nicole's eyes opened, looking over at me.
"Do you like it?" she asked.
"Oh, I really like it."
"Does it make you wanna fuck me?"
"Nicole, I wanted to fuck you the minute you walked in here this afternoon in that short skirt and low cut tank."
Nicole sighed, her hips rocking, pressing her clit onto her fingers. "I'm close."
"Just do what you would if you were on your own," I said.
Nicole's nod was barely perceptible, her breathing turning into pants, just as she had described. And then her body tensed, she let out a sharp gasp followed by repeated panting as she came, her legs closing, pressing her fingers ever deeper inside, keeping her orgasm from dissipating.
"Oh shit," she whispered as her body relaxed, her legs opening, her fingers slipping from her pussy. "That was intense, and you watching me made it even better. I've never had anyone watch me before."
"Really?" I asked.
"Really. I know I can be naughty but I've never had someone I was dating watch me, and certainly not someone I work with. It made it really naughty for me."
"Is that the naughtiest thing you've done?"
She considered the question. "I don't know. I've had sex out doors and probably within earshot of other people but I don't think they heard me." She paused again, thinking. "I'm pretty sure one of my housemates has heard me make myself cum though."
"Male or female?"
"Female, I live with two other girls."
"Oh fuck," I groaned. "Really? You live with two other girls?"
"Yeah," she smiled. "And if you think I'm pretty, you should see them."
"They can't be prettier than you."
She shrugged.
"So why do you think one of them heard you cumming?"
She smiled, looking down at the floor. "Well, one night, a few weeks ago, I got home and I was really horny, so I went straight to my room, stripped off and started playing with myself.