Well, maybe a tiny bit more than looking

When her thumbs finally slid inside the waistband of her jeans I exhaled a quiet, soft breath of satisfaction. It was such a nice feeling, being obeyed. Being told ‘yes,’ whether aloud or wordlessly. A man could get used to this.

The soft sound of her jeans sliding against the skin of her hips was heavenly. Like honey. I slowly, silently, dropped to my knees behind her. The fingertips of my right hand curled into the back of her jeans and gently helped her pull them down a little. She tensed at my gentle, but persistent tug, realizing how close I was. She exhaled, her **** returning.

“More,” I said, tugging. The warmth of her panties slid up my knuckles as I tightly made a fist, holding the back of jeans tightly. She relented, and together we slid her jeans down, exposing her adorably tight ass, a fresh pair of clean, white panties covering it. No wet spot today. I softly slid my nose up against them, inhaling softly as I grazed the thin, cotton fabric that covered the entrance to her pussy. She tensed again and squeezed her ass cheeks together, my lewd act, unwanted. Unnecessary. After all, I was only looking.

“It’s so pretty,” I hummed, smiling as I drew back to gaze at her backside.

“That’s…”she whispered, her voice uneasy. “That’s enough.” I bit my lower lip as my fingers curled into the top of her panties. I placed my left palm on her lower back as I slowly pulled them down over her ass, exposing her to me. I stopped once her panties were just under her deliciously inviting pussy. I’ll decide when it’s enough.

My hand slid down, gently cupping her left as cheek as I spread her open to look at her tight, pretty, puckered asshole. Without hesitation, I opened my mouth and licked up against it, hungrily tasting her most forbidden fruit, humming my growing arousal.

She tensed up and gasped, then squirmed against the edge of her desk as she made an uneasy sound. As if to saw ‘eww.’ The dirty act of licking her clean, soft asshole made her let out a series of noises that could best be described as mildly grossed out. Probably unheard of to her innocent, naive mind.

Until now.

She winced quietly, as if my tongue against her anus made her very uncomfortable. I grunted as both hands pulled her back into my face, firmly digging the tip of my tongue into her, penetrating her tight entrance just a fraction of an inch. She let out a shuddering, uneasy sound, yet her body gently moved in time with my head as I gently bobbed forward and back, the saliva on my tongue causing her back door to allow it to slide in a bit further.

She blew out a quiet, long breath as her back arched a bit. I spread her cheeks as I squeezed them, pulled my tongue out and hummed loudly as I licked up against her asshole, leaving a wet deposit of thick saliva on it before sucking the fleshy skin of her right inner ass cheek between my lips. I sucked hard and she winced through her teeth, squirming as her back arched and her ass stuck out just a little more.

I pulled my lips away with a loud pop, then planted one last, soft kiss on her ass cheek. I smiled at the dark hickey I left on her cheek. Love bite. Isn’t that what old people called it? So close to that adorable spot between her pussy and asshole, just where her ass cheek starts to round out. I quickly licked her asshole again as I slowly pulled her panties back up, standing back up to press my bulge into her. She made that quiet, mildly grossed out noise again, no doubt feeling the uncomfortable wetness of my saliva spreading around her asshole.

I placed my hands on her hips. Her hands were on her desk, holding her up. Not quite bent over, just kind of leaning forward a little.

“You taste so good, Miss Laura,” I said gently. Her head was turned back toward me, and her eyes were looking down at my hands on her hips. Hips that subtly swayed, almost imperceptibly grinding back against me. Then her eyes drifted up to mine, out of the corner of her eye looking at me. Silently asking me, “Do you really think so?” I licked my lips slowly, and her eyes were glued to them, darting from my lips to my eyes and back again as I answered the question she didn’t ask.

I slid the phone out from under her right hand, and she was too late to grab it. I swiped it open, and held it in front of her when she turned her upper body around to face me. The phone unlocked when it detected her face, and while my crotch gently pinned her to the edge of her desk.

“What are you doing?” She asked, more than mere concern in her voice. The panic was obvious. Was I texting her fiancé? Calling him? Taking a picture of her like this? She frantically reached for the phone but I easily held it away from her as I opened he chat icon and sent myself a text. That way, I’d have her number.

Once the text sent and I felt my own phone vibrate inside the pocket of my jeans, I hummed in satisfaction as I offered her phone back to her. Her hand snatched it from mine and quickly swiped left and right, up and down to see what I did. She saw the text I sent. Between that and the instant sound of my own phone vibrating, she figured it out pretty quickly, as she was no dummy.

I swallowed, then licked my lips. Mmmm. Tasty.

“I like em,” I suddenly said, and she seemed confused for a moment. Until my thumb slid across the top inch or so of the back of her white, cotton panties. Her face went pink, that adorable shyness returning to her as she looked away. “Very sexy. Just like you.” She wasn’t looking at me, but I imagined she smiled shyly, reluctantly appreciating the compliment.

I slid my hand down her hip and let it fall away, adjusting my angry bulge, silently reassuring my dick that everything would be alright.

“Thanks,” I said to her back, her hands slowly pulling her jeans back up over her petite little ass. Her head turned as she looked back at me, relieved confusion washed over her face at the sight of me near the door. She looked frustrated, like she wanted more. Ashamed that it had gone that far. Nervous, that she felt both simultaneously. And cute, because she just was, especially when she was flustered like this.

I made a kissing gesture and smiled, then opened the door to the hallway, looked both ways to make sure the coast was clear, and disappeared. The loud clicking of the door latch echoed throughout the empty hallway as I walked toward the exit.