Blog: Jo’s Rings (XII)

This morning, Jo motioned for me to follow her (silently) to the stationery closet. She was wearing the same skirt I’ve seen her wear before, plus a blouse showing more cleavage than appropriate for the workplace. Once we were in the closet, she locked it from inside and unbuttoned her blouse a bit more.

Damn those breasts looked good in that bra!

I could see from her aura (and from her stiff nips) that she was already super excited and just waiting for me to talk. So I did. She moaned and mewed, and squirmed where she stood. In a bold move (for me), I grabbed her into my arms and whispered dirty suggestions in her ear (things I’d like to do to her lady parts, among other things). More moaning accompanied by intense shivering and pressing her body against mine.

Screw this, I decided. I kissed her. She pushed her hips against mine, probably to feel how hard I was, then broke the kiss, probably satisfied by the answer.

“Keep talking,” she ordered. So I did. She pulled up her skirt and kept squirming against me. Then she guided my hand between her legs and I knew what she wanted. (I bet you do too.) I slipped my hand in her underwear and pushed two fingers inside her. With my spare hand, I grabbed one of her breasts and freed it from the bra. I tweaked the puffy tips while I kept talking, and she convulsed in pleasure right at that moment.

I thought she was good and done after that, but without a word, she knelt before me and unzipped my pants. She looked up, ordered me to keep talking, and returned her attention to my erection while pleasuring herself with one hand.

A good time was had by all.

Great way to end the week, if you ask me.

–Jaycee
“I’m doing it.”