Emi dropped to her knees

"Fumiko," Emi purred, braking from their kiss, "I've wanted to do this for so long. I know we shouldn't, but..."

Fumiko could only nod in response. Emi could tell Fumiko was overcome with desire. Slinking to the floor in front of her coworker, Emi ran her hands up Fumiko's leg. Placing her face against Fumiko's right hip, she looked up at her friend, seeing the mounds of Fumiko's massive breasts heaving as hand finally reaching the warm spot between Fumiko's legs. Driving her fingers upward, feeling the pliability of her coworker's yoga pants give under her touch, she began moving her tips across her coworker's slit through the pants. In response, Fumiko's hand fell to Emi's hair and her coworker bent down to link eyes with her.

"Oh god, Emi," Fumiko said, quivering.

Emi felt Fumiko shiver, her body responding to Emi's touch. She knew her coworker had never been with a woman before, but the attraction had always been there. Especially after Emi began working at the library, and the two women were in close proximity several days a week. She knew that Fumiko had lingered extra long on some days after her shift not because she wanted to build a friendship with Emi, but because she wanted more. And then there was that one time that Emi had been crawling around on the floor trying to redo some of the computer wiring, and Fumiko had spent a little too long observing.

Fumiko's hand brushed against Emi's ear, causing a shiver to run down her neck. "You are so beautiful," Fumiko said.

Emi continued to move her fingers, causing Fumiko to moan and arch her back. She was responding well to Emi's touch, but Emi was not content with the fabric in the way. Reaching both hands up to Fumiko's hips, Emi pulled down her coworker's yoga pants and panties, pulling them all the way to the ground and exposing Fumiko's bare pussy, with its lips already spread partially open because of Emi's teasing. The heat and scent of it struck Emi immediately, causing her mind to swirl with excitement, and she took a deep, satisfying sniff as she let the feelings wash over her.

Sliding her right hand up Fumiko's thigh, her used fingers to spread open Fumiko's tan labia, exposing the pink, glistening flesh underneath. In the light, Emi could see Fumiko's pussy was coated in a thick layer of clear fluids, obviously ready for what was about to happen. Without seeing her face, Emi knew that Fumiko was blushing, and it made her smile inwardly. She leaned in to kiss Fumiko's clit in response, and as she did, Fumiko arched her back and moaned with her mouth wide open.

Taking that as her cue, Emi slid her tongue out of her mouth and curled it along the button that was poised before her. Fumiko's body began to tremble under Emi's touch and she arched her back in response, pushing her clit deeper into Emi's mouth. Emi responded by closing her lips on Fumiko's clits, sucking it in as she did and getting another loud moan in response. She was loving the response she was getting from Fumiko.

"Oooh," Fumiko's moan quiver from her lips.

Emi could feel her coworker dripping into her palm and, not wanting to ignore the inviting opening just below her fingertips, she slid two fingers into Fumiko. She felt Fumiko's hand press against the back of her head in response, causing Emi's face to press into Fumiko's pubis, and Emi responded by curling her fingertips to find Fumiko's g-spot. She listened as Fumiko squeaked unconsciously at the touch and began flitting the end of her tongue across Fumiko's clit deep within her mouth, causing her coworker's legs to shake in response.

Emi was pleased to discover that Fumiko was gifted with a G-spot very close to her opening, and she curled her fingers again to brush against it. Fumiko to writhed and moved in response, becoming Emi's puppet. Emi listened to the **** sounds oozing out of Fumiko as she toyed with her and continued to use her tongue on Fumiko's clit.

"Emi-" Fumiko squealed.

Emi felt a strange feeling of dominance and began sliding her fingers in and out of Fumiko's opening, dragging her fingertips across Fumiko's g-spot as she did, making sure to touch it both entering and exiting. Fumiko's whole body began to tremble in response, and Emi knew that the woman's orgasm was building. Increasing speed, Fumiko's body began to respond to her touch, bucking and moving wildly.

"Emi-" Fumiko squealed again, but Emi could hear the broken, ragged breaths that followed it.

Emi made circles around Fumiko's clit in response and then pushed her fingers farther up inside her coworker, moving them above the g-spot, looking for that deeper, harder to reach zone she knew was there. As she touched it, Fumiko's legs buckled, but she regained herself, keeping herself from falling to the floor. Emi moved with her, never breaking contact with her lover, but was impressed by Fumiko's athleticism. Throughout the whole motion, she pushed and pulled her fingers into Fumiko's tight, dripping opening while touching that deeper A-spot she knew was there, remember to touch the g-spot as she came down. As Emi increased speed, Fumiko buckled again but remained standing, her legs quivering wildly in response.

Just when Emi was sure her coworker was about to collapse, Fumiko's orgasm hit her. A pleasured scream left her lips and she raised onto her toes. Her whole body quivered and Emi felt Fumiko's hand squeeze the back of her head. Some part of it felt like she was trying to stop Emi from continuing, but another part felt like an instinctive reaction to the intense feeling washing through her. Fumiko's hips also moved in circles, gyrating between Emi's fingers and her face, and it felt like she was trying to buck Emi off her, like an animal trying to escape, but Emi did not remove her fingers nor did she stop sucking on Fumiko's clit. In fact, she sucked harder, knowing that it would drive Fumiko deeper in her orgasm.

Eventually, Fumiko's legs finally gave out and Emi went with her to the floor. As her coworker collapsed, sprawling on the floor, Emi placed both her hands on either side of her friends hips and released her clit with a pop. As her coworker breathed deeply, Emi stared at the slick, wet pussy just below her. She smiled as she studied the clear fluids and then looked up Fumiko's body with animalistic eyes.

"Ara ara," Emi said. "What is this? Fumi, you are a naughty girl."

Looking back down, she leaned in to take a tongue full of Fumiko's fluids and began crawling up her coworker's body seductively. Their eyes locked as she came slowly, and she could feel Fumiko's desire growing. When she finally reached Fumiko's face, her coworker leaned up to kiss her, opening her mouth to accept Emi's tongue, coated as it was in Fumiko's own fluids. As they kissed, Emi could feel that Fumiko was submitting to her, becoming her woman.