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.

"That's so hot. Your housemate listening to you get yourself off."

"Oh, you like that?"

I nodded.

"Well, then you'll like this part even better. After I heard her go into her room I'm pretty sure I heard her getting herself off."

I looked at her, eyes wide. She nodded.

"I'm pretty sure I could hear a vibrator and it definitely sounded like she was coming, so I like to think that listening to me turned her on and she had to make herself cum."

"That is so hot," I said, our eyes holding each other's gaze. "Did it turn you on?"

"Yeah it did," Nicole replied. "I had to play with myself again later that night."

"So would you ever do another girl?" I asked.

Nicole shook her head. "No, girls just don't do it for me. I know that sounds weird after I just told you that hearing my housemate getting herself off turned me on, but I don't think I'd have wanted to watch her. It was just hot hearing her and knowing that it was the sounds that I'd made that did it for her. I mean, I see both of them practically naked all the time and it doesn't turn me on. Well, not much, anyway."

"You see each other naked?"

"Of course, we're girls, we walk around the house half naked all the time."

I raised my eyebrows. "Really? Because I thought that was just what happened in teen movies and porn."

Nicole giggled. "Well, it might happen in teen movies and porn but it also happens in my house too."

I nodded slowly. "I bet your house smells amazing," I said.

Nicole thought for a moment. "Yeah, I think it smells pretty good. We're all clean and tidy and we all shower at least twice a day." Then, as if anticipating my next question she said. "But not with each other."

"Why are you ruining it for me?" I said, and then laughed.

Nicole giggled again. There was a pause and she cocked her head to one side.

"So, you've just watched me doing one of the most intimate things I can, what do I get?"

I had been expecting this. "What do you want?"

"Well, since you ask, I'd like to see your penis," Nicole replied, holding my gaze. "And in case you think that you're going to refuse, I'd like to point out that if I don't get to see it I'll report you for making inappropriate advances in the work place and you'll get fired." Then she smiled a little. "Of course, if you get fired there'd be nothing stopping us from having sex whenever we wanted."

I laughed, grateful that my throbbing erection was going to be freed from my shorts.

"Well now, I wouldn't want to get myself fired now, would I?" I said, not moving from my position on the floor.

"No," Nicole replied, shifting her position slightly, "because then you wouldn't be able to watch my tight little ass walk around the office every day."

"That's very true," I replied.

"And now you know what it actually looks like," she said.

"Well now," I said, "I don't know if that's true. I didn't actually get to see your ass, just your panties covering it."

Nicole shook her head, smiling. "Hey, you got to see my pussy, naked, that's worth at least a look at your penis. And besides, I'm sure you'll get to see my ass later."

"Is that a promise?" I asked. But Nicole just shook her head and pointed at my crotch.

"Penis, Mister."

I smiled and began unbuttoning my shorts, pulling them down along with my boxers. My hard on sprung up from under the waist band. Nicole's eyes widened.

"Wow, you're really hard," she said, her eyes fixed on my cock.

"Of course I'm hard," I said, looking at her. "I've just watched and incredibly sexy girl masturbate for me. I'm surprised I didn't come in my boxers."

Nicole looked up at me. "You don't strike me as the kind of guy who comes that fast."

I hope not, I thought. "I hope not," I said.

"Well, why don't we find out. One of my housemates told me that she dated this one guy who came the second she touched his penis."

I watched as she eased herself off the floor by tucking her legs under her butt so as not to flash her pussy at me, but I could't help but notice the dark stain on the polished floor boards where she had dripped out as she was masturbating.

"So," she said, as she she made her way across the floor on her hands and knees, "can I touch your penis?"

I nodded, loving the way she said penis rather than using any of the harsher nouns, but I wondered if that would change if we were fucking. And I hoped I'd find out.

Nicole stopped at my feet, parting them before crawling a few inches between my now open legs. I could smell her body spray, mixed with her shower gel, the scent causing my hard to flex.

"Woah," she said, watching my penis bounce. "He's a little excited. Did I do that?"

"Oh yes," I replied. "That was all you."

Nicole giggled, her slender fingers reaching out slowly, as if she were unsure whether she should touch or not. As her small hand closed in on my hard on it flexed again, only this time she didn't speak, her attention focused on my erection. Pre-cum was oozing slowly from my tip, making it shiny and I watched as Nicole lifted it with her index finger and smeared it over her thumb. "Mmm, slippery," she said, watching it intently.

My cock ached as I watched her, her pink hair swaying inches from my erection. After a moment of watching my pre-cum on her fingers Nicole looked up and without breaking eye contact she carefully wrapped her slim fingers around my shaft, causing my hard on to swell and flex in her hand. She looked down and my penis, encased in her fingers.

"Well, no come yet," she said, confirming that I hadn't hit the money shot just yet. "But what if I do this," she said, sliding her hand to the tip and back down to the base. "Nope, still nothing," she said, nodding her head. Then she looked up at me. "Well, I think we'd better put this away," she said, giving my hard on a quick shake.

"What?" I said, feeling my eyes widen.

"Well, I don't think I should be messing with this thing too much," she said, shaking my hard on again. "In my experience they can make a bit of a mess if you play with them too much."

"That depends where you put them while your playing with them," I said, noticing that she hadn't actually taken her hand off my cock.

Nicole's eyes widened innocently. "Well now, I'm not sure that I know what you mean," she said, her voice raising an octave.

"Well, what I'm saying is, if you were to "play" with it like you did just now...".

"Like this?" Nicole said, once again sliding her soft hand along the length on my hard on.

"Yes," I replied, the word almost catching in my throat at the sensation, "like that. Well, if you do that." And she did it again. "Then eventually it would, as you rightly suggested, make a mess."

Nicole continued to look up at me, her eyes still full of innocents I knew was being faked. "However, if it was inside somewhere, well then there'd be no mess to clean up."

I looked down at her as she appeared to consider what I'd just said. "So you mean that if I was to put it, say, in my mouth, like this...", and she leaned forward, taking the tip of my cock between her bright red lips and slid them to about half way down my shaft and back up, "...and kept doing that, then when it got time for you to make a mess, then at least it wouldn't go all over the floor."

"That's exactly what I'm saying," I said, my throat suddenly dry.

Nicole nodded. "Okay, so I guess that's an option we could explore, especially since you didn't seem to impressed when I suggested that we put it away right now."

"Yeah," I agreed, "I wasn't really feeling that idea.

Nicole nodded again. "Okay, so we've established that if I'm going to keep playing with this," again, with the gently shake, "then I'm going to have to put it somewhere so that we don't mess up this nice shiny floor. Although I'm sure it didn't escape your attention that I've already done that a little over there." She motioned with her head to where she had leaked on the floor. "But I think we need to discuss where else we could put it. Do you have any suggestions?"

"Well," I said, aware that every time one of us spoke my erection flexed in her hand, "I really liked your earlier solution, and so I think I'd like to hear what else you might come up with."

She appeared to consider this for a moment. "Well, there are a couple of other "places" I guess we could put it, although one of them I'm not too sure about. This thing is quite thick and I think it might cause me some...discomfort if we put it somewhere that it's not strictly meant to go. However, I can think of one place."

My balls ached. "And where would that be?" I asked.

"Well," Nicole said, releasing my cock from her fingers.

I watched as she stood. Once she was on her feet she took a step forward, her slim legs outside of mine, and carefully undid the button and zip on her short summer skirt, before letting the sheer material fall on to my bare legs. She took another step forward, allowing her bare, waxed pussy to linger in my eye line for a moment.

"How about we try putting it," she began to bend her knees, lowering herself, at the same time taking my hard on in her hand again, guiding it between her legs. Her delicate hand positioned my cock at her slippery opening, parting her moist lips as she completed her downward journey.

"Here," she breathed as she lowered herself onto me. Nicole groaned, her eyes closing, her red lips parting as her hands moved to the back of my head, pulling me to her, crushing her lips against mine, her tongue seeking my own and it occurred to me that it was the first time I'd started to fuck someone before I'd actually kissed them.

I grunted at the delicious sensation brought about by the heat and tightness of Nicole's pussy engulfing my hard shaft. "Fuck," I groaned, "you're so tight and wet."

"I know," she whispered, obviously lost in her own levels of pleasure, "my pussy is pretty small," her body twitched and her arms squeezed around me as she finished lowering herself onto me, "and you're pretty big, so you're filling me really well." For a moment she paused, and I could feel that I had reached the full depth of her.

"That feels so good," she breathed, her eyes opening again, staring in to mine.

I reached behind Nicole's back for her bra clasp.

"What do you think you're doing?" She asked, looking down at me.

"I'm taking off your bra," I replied, popping the tiny hooks.

"Did I say you can do that?" Nicole asked, raising her eyebrows.

"Hey," I said, still holding the strap, "I've been looking at your breasts as you walk around the office for weeks and now I'm going to get to see them. Is there a problem?"

Nicole bowed her head, kissing my lips, sexily smearing her lip stick on me. "Well, if you've been looking at me for that long then I guess I should let you take a look."

Slipping the straps from her slender shoulders I revealed Nicole's breasts, taking in her small, erect nipples, on firm mounds.

"Well? What do you think?" She asked.

My initial answer was to bow my head, taking first one nipple and then the other in my mouth, sucking them between my lips. Nicole sighed. "So can I assume you approve of my breasts?"

"They're perfect," I replied. "And your skin tastes so good."

"Well I'm glad you like them. And do you like how my pussy feels when she's wrapped around your hard penis?"

"Oh, I really like it," I replied.

"Good," Nicole said, "so can I have another orgasm now?"

"Be my guest, gorgeous," I replied, "I'll do my best not to finish before you do."

"Don't worry, if you come first I'll just know that I made you, and it won't be the last time tonight."

Loosening her hold on my head, Nicole placed her hands on the couch behind me, lifting her self off me before lowering herself back down, drawing another moan from her lips. "Fuck," she whispered to no one in particular as her movements began to speed up, her hips rocking, gasps accompanying her movements.

Taking one of her breasts in my left hand and the other in my mouth I reached down behind Nicole with my free hand, feeling her wet opening as it slid up and down on my cock, spreading her juices on my hard shaft. As she lifted herself up I wetted my finger before drawing it up between her spread ass cheeks, searching for her tightness. Finding the tiny knot, I began to gently massage her. The sensation of my finger circling her puckered hold made Nicole buck, her breath catching in her throat.

"You're bad," she whispered, leaning down to kiss me but biting my bottom lip at the same time.

"But you like it, don't you," I replied, increasing the pressure of my finger a little but still not penetrating her.

"Oh, fuck, I really do," she moaned. "Are you ready to come yet?"

"No. Are you?"

"Yes, Rich," she replied. "I want to come." She opened her eyes, looking down at me again, still riding me. "Can I?" She asked. "Can I come on your penis?"

"I don't know," I answered. "Do you think you deserve it?"

The earlier look of innocents returned to Nicole's face. "I think so," she replied, her voice still breathy. "I let you watch me when I made myself come just now. And I let you suck on my pretty breasts. And I'm going to let you come inside me, y'know, so that we don't make a mess." Then, as an afterthought she whispered, "Just so you know, it doesn't really matter where you put it, there's always a mess to clean up. So can I? Can I come now?"

I looked up at her, holding her gaze, losing myself in the pleasure of her pussy stoking the length of my cock and her piercing, sexy eyes. "Yes, Nicole, you can come now."

"Thank you," she whispered, my permission causing her to tilt her hips slightly. And in that moment I expected her to speed up her movements on my hard on, but she didn't. It appeared that the slight adjustment to her position was enough to increase her pleasure and in fact she slowed her movements, lifting herself to the tip of my erection and back down, each movement eliciting and shudder from her body and a moan from her lips.

"Rich," she whispered, "it's so intense. I'm so close." She shuddered which caused her breasts to tremble in my hand and mouth. "Uuuhhh," she groaned, her whole body tensing up and in that moment I increased the pressure of my finger. "Fuck," she breathed, louder this time, her movements not dissipating. "Ohhh," she groaned, "it's still going, I'm going to come again." And again her body shook, her orgasm ripping through her.

"Don't stop," I said, my balls beginning to tighten, but she didn't respond, except to shudder again, her breath coming faster and harder and I couldn't decide whether it was a new climax or the same one, continuing to pulsate through her slim body.

"Nicole," I groaned, "you're gonna make me cum."

"Cum," she breathed, her body still convulsing. And I did, my hands leaving her breast and ass I gripped her hips, pulling her down onto me, sucking her nipple into my mouth, pushing my erection as deep as it would go, causing her to cry out, rocking her hips, keeping her climax going as my cock swelled inside her, pumping my cum into her.

"Oh my gosh," Nicole said, her breath on my neck, "I came so hard and so many times."

"I know," I said, my forehead on her chest, breathing in the scent of her skin, "I felt you."

"So, do you think we're making a mess on the floor?"

"I don't care."

"I'm naked."

"What's your point?"

Nicole paused. "I don't really have one, other than that we're at work. And I'm naked with you inside me with your cum starting to drip out of me."

"I still don't care."

A few seconds past as our breathing slowed.

"I'm going to get off you now, and go get cleaned up."

"Do you have to?" I asked.

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Well, you don't think this is the end of the evening, do you?" I didn't respond, waiting for her to finish. "I want to know how hard I'll come when you go down on me. Y'know, right before I suck your penis, this time until you come in my mouth."