It was day 47 of quarantine.

I was sitting at the kitchen counter, bored out of my mind, scrolling through twitter, while my girlfriend sat attentively on the couch. She nodded enthusiastically, grinning ear to ear to try to pantomime listening to her coworkers and boss. She has these meetings every morning and for two hours our apartment is her makeshift office.

We have been doing surprisingly well trapped in our apartment together. We’ve been together for about a year and a half before lockdown and we’ve been talking about the possibility of engagement. She doesn’t really see a point to getting married because her parents are catholic and are taking more of a “let’s wait and see” approach to their daughter being a lesbian.

Her name is Nicole. She has short curly brown hair and legs that go for miles. I never saw myself as a woman who’d fall for a tall girl but that seems to be the case. She’s slender with a thin face taken over by her giant eyes and beautiful smile. I almost wish she was born in france a hundred years ago so that she could inspire painters with her form. She is lovely beyond words.

We couldn’t be more different appearance wise. I am not short, but compared to Nicole’s 5’10” stature- I look petite. My hair is long, straight, and red and I usually keep it up to keep it out of my way. Both our skin is pale but mine has a rosy flush that I have always been self conscious about. Her skin was a flawless ivory speckled in little brown dots and mine was what some people may call peaches and cream. The only thing that really şişli escort stood out about me was my large chest, something I’ve had ever since puberty. My friends have teased me saying my body looks like a capital P but I like them. I wouldn’t be me without them.

“Mr Davis?” Nicole says a bit too loudly with a little wave, “Yes, its Nicole. Could you go over the numbers one more time for the output last week?” She then quickly remutes herself.

I walk over to the couch where she’s set up. She has made a makeshift office, complete with a small desk and a lamp to light her properly for meetings. God, she’s so pretty, especially in this lighting. I sit beside her feet to not cast a shadow and alert her boss to my presence. The one thing that’s nice about working from home is that you only have to be presentable from the waist up. So, she had a lovely dark gray blazer with a crisp white blouse on top but just her underwear below. More comfortable that way.

My eyes take the long journey from her legs to her panties and I feel myself a little turned on. I shift so I am slightly under the desk and I take Nicole’s foot into my hands and massage it. She looks over to me gratefully and mouths, “Thank you,” and turns her plastic, retail grin back on for the meeting. I knead her foot, digging my thumbs into the arches, stretching out her toes, I hear and feel Nicole’s breath deepen. I then start to massage the calf. Working the muscles and driving my knuckles deep into the knots. She squirms a bit and shoots me a look. I smile as she immediately jumps çapa escort back into work mode, hoping her boss didn’t see her looking at me. I decided this would be the perfect time to make my move. As I rub her calves, I pull them apart, and begin to wedge myself between them.

I then begin to kiss the inside of her knees. She slightly buckles but tenses up again, remembering she’s on camera. As her boss drones on, I start to lick and suck on the insides of her thighs. Slow, long licks with the fattest part of my tongue and without a care in the world about hickeys because honestly, who’s going to see them? She runs her hands through the hair on the back of my head and she holds tight. She keeps me at least six inches away from her pussy, tantalizing me. She’s nervous. I run my hands over her thighs, softly scratching her with my nails. Looking at my prize straight ahead, she practically soaked through her pink, satin panties. I blow out cold air onto my target until she just can’t take it any more and opens herself to me.

I work frantically to get her panties out of my way while she smiles and nods to her boss’s endless lecture. Once they’re off I dive in. I breathe in her intoxicating scent and I take a long lick from the bottom of her pussy to the top of her clit. I press my tongue onto her clit and start moving in circles. She grinds my face even harder into her sex. She moves my head how she pleases, up and down, clit only, tongue fucking, and then she shifted and did something she had never done before. She scooted forward and offered me her ass. fındıkzade escort I have always wanted to eat her ass, but she always seemed squeamish about it. I don’t understand why because we have a bidet but maybe it’s just the taboo nature of it all. I spit on her asshole and she stifled a moan through her corporate smile. I then begin to probe her budding asshole with my tongue, lightly rimming it preparing her for a thorough fucking. But just as I was getting started, her breathing got heavier and I realized she was close. She grabbed me out of her ass and pushed my face into her sex while crushing my head with her thighs. I wrapped my lips around her clit and began to suck. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, yes, yes!” Nicole started to whimper as she started to peak-

“Ms. Alba does that answer your question?” Fuck, that’s Nicole, but theres no way she can stop now.

She quickly hit the unmute button, “Yes, Mr Davis!” She hit the mute again and slammed the laptop shut. “Yes, Yes, YES!” She started to scream as she started to shake. I took the signal and put a little bit of my finger in her asshole and that shoved her over the edge.

I have never seen her cum this hard in the almost two years we’ve been together. She screamed so loud our whole apartment building must have heard us. She squirted all over my face and into my mouth which I cockily lapped up as she rode wave after wave of orgasm. I continued to swirl my tongue around and in her sex until she shoves me away. She takes a few deep breaths trying to recover as I grin to myself covered in her.

She adjusts herself as she reopens the laptop.

“Sorry about that! Wifi has been pretty shaky lately.” Nicole said with a genuine smile and rosy cheeks.

I can’t help but wonder if those meetings are recorded.