Bedroom time.

We sat on her bed, nervous and awkward. "Sorry it's so messy," she said. "I, uh, don't always make it."

"I don't care. You're so hot, I don't care if we're on a pile of rocks." She blushed and cast her gaze down.

I took her chin and raised her head, bringing our lips together again. Again, she immediately leaned into me, moaning softly. She put a hand on my shoulder and I brought one to the small of her back. With her other hand, she gently brushed the side of my face.

She was rubbing her thumb along my clavicle, kissing with more vigor now. I seized her back and pressed her closer to me, eliciting a sigh of satisfaction. She broke the kiss and looked at me with obvious lust. I realized what she was doing with her thumb.

"Do you... want to touch my chest?" I asked. I knew I would have been nervous to just cop a feel at this point. In fact, I was.

She nodded gratefully and moved her hand downward. She suddenly grabbed a handful of loose skin and squeezed it hard. I recoiled. "Ow! What the hell was that?"

She stopped briefly. "Sorry. Did that hurt? It just felt right." I realized with some chagrin that it's what I wanted to do to her. It's what I'd been doing to women I slept with my whole life. I was learning a lot from this already.

I brushed her hair out of her face and smiled. "No, no. It's ok. Just be a little gentler, yeah?" She nodded and we fell back onto the bed together.

Now that we weren't sitting awkwardly next to one another, we pressed our bodies together. She was still squeezing and mashing my chest weirdly, but it didn't feel bad now. It didn't feel great, but it didn't feel bad. I reached up for her breasts, figuring it was only fair. I took one of her taut, ample orbs in my hand and started to squeeze out of instinct. I quickly corrected, and instead I gently massaged it, making circles around the rapidly hardening nipple with my thumb.

She moaned at that and began to kiss my neck. As I craned my head upward, she frantically planted small kisses up and down my neck and chest. She intertwined her legs with mine and began to thrust slowly. It felt weird, having her shoving her body against mine. Once again I realized she was copying my technique and internally rolled my eyes. I grabbed her hips to slow her down a little, pulling her in close and letting my hand slide to her perfectly round ass.

As she made her way down my chest, she reached under my shirt. I obliged by lifting it and she started sucking on my left nipple. It was so unexpected it made me laugh a little, which caused her to lean back and look at me strangely. "Everything ok?" she asked. I nodded and she immediately resumed her ministrations. Now I took my shirt all the way off. Without stopping, she began clumsily fiddling with my belt buckle.

I pulled her back and smiled down at her. "How about we both get out of these clothes?" She grunted in approval and rolled over, pulling off her shirt and unclasping her bra. I kicked off my shoes and shimmied out of my pants. Turning around I saw her eyeing my manhood hungrily. She practically leapt on top of me, all of her former nervousness disappeared as her horniness took over. She shoved her tongue down my throat and snaked her hand down my belly to my shaft.

She seemed almost surprised when she encountered it, then grabbed it hard and began pumping furiously. It kind of hurt and I told her so. She looked up from my chest and apologized again. "Why don't we go back to kissing on the mouth?" I suggested, and she tried to hide her disappointment as she came back to eye level. Meanwhile, she had slowed down with her hand somewhat. She was now tickling my balls as she leaned in for a kiss. I took the initiative of placing one hand on her right breast and sliding the other down. As I found my way to her slit, she moaned again. I entered it and she immediately took her hand off of my cock and wrapped both arms around my head.

"Oh, my God! Ron, oh God, don't stop, don't- mmm, don't stop!" She was practically shouting as I gently moved my fingers around her opening. I started to delicately introduce my middle finger when she grabbed my hips and crudely shoved her body against mine. I pulled my hand back and put both hands on her chest.

She was still dry, but she didn't seem to mind. She rolled onto her back. "You wanna start on top?" I agreed and climbed onto her, and she continued to writhe underneath me. As her tits jiggled freely with each thrust, she pushed herself against me until I reached down to guide myself inside. With that, she let out a cry of ecstasy and pushed harder, shoving herself against me until I felt her tight, hot opening envelop me. I moaned in pleasure and she once again mashed her hands against my chest, this time squeezing painfully again.

I didn't care, though. As I pumped against her, she brought herself up and buried her head in my chest hair. I felt a tickling sensation and realized she was trying to motorboat me. At the same moment, I heard a smack and felt a painful sting on my ass. Did she just slap my ass?

All of this weirdness aside, I was still balls-deep in my biggest office crush. It didn't take long to start building to a climax. As my pumping became faster and more intense, she matched my speed. I glanced down to see her perfect tits bouncing in time, sweat beads running crazily across her supple flesh and down to her toned abdomen. I felt her nails scrape across my back and heard her let out an animalistic cry as I closed my eyes and arched my back, emptying myself into her.

I collapsed next to her, covered in sweat. She smiled and leaned over for a kiss. "I can't believe we just did that," she said. "That was incredible."