Her ass

You didn't particularly notice it when you met her in person before, but now that you're looking she has a great butt. Her blouse has ridden up her back a bit, exposing her skirt hem covering a wide set of hips with a round, tight ass. Each cheek is perfectly accentuated against the fabric giving you a very good idea of what it looks like underneath. But why settle for an idea?

"She did ask", you smile.

You run your hand over the surface of the QEBP, focusing intently on Viv's backside. The ball begins to grow again, getting wider and thinner, until it's bigger than your lap. Then it expands towards you, Viveca's ass taking color and shape in front of your eyes.

It is better in person than you could have imagined. Every day must be leg day for this woman. In the bathroom, Viv freezes as a by-now familiar feeling hits her skin. You know it yourself, the strange feeling of your skin being both inside your clothes but also exposed to the open air. She grits her teeth and scrubs harder, "Ghosts aren't real. You're not a fucking loser. You've got this."

She seems busy, so you familiarize yourself with her behind some more. You trace a finger where her lower back transitions into the QEBP material, and run it over her tailbone. You briefly stop there to massage the muscles on either side. She really is tense. She should have taken you up on the stress ball offer. You knead the muscles with your fingertips and heel of your hand, and observe how Viv responds.

She's not exactly relaxing, but her back twitches slightly in what you could convince yourself was her arching herself against your hands. She never stops her affirmations in the mirror, but her body almost seems to respond to your touches without her noticing. You idly wonder what the man made her snort before.

You stop rubbing her lower back and instead run your middle finger along the top contours of her left cheek, continuing down the side and rounding in to where it meets the back of her thigh. The cheek is round and firm and big enough to form a deep crease against her leg. You slide your finger in between, gently separating the two, and continuing towards the middle until you feel the warmth radiating from between her loins. Going deeper here is oh so tempting, but you've been given a task and you intend to see it through.

You extract your finger and lay both palms flat on each cheek, then squeeze. These are not as fragile as her breasts, so you don't hold back, but instead put some muscle into it. It feels exactly like an ass that looks like this ought to feel. The outer layer, the first centimeter or two, is so soft and smooth that you could bring it home and use it as a pillow. Beneath that it firms up, and you can feel tight muscles, flexing in response to your touch. Your fingers sink in to the first knuckle and you grab a hold of the firmer layer and massage it deep and hard.

Viveca, in the meantime, has gotten most of her makeup off and is doing what she can for her hair with just water and her fingers. It's looking better than before, but it's still a mess. She is repeating that she doesn't believe in ghosts, but every time you squeeze til your knuckles turn white her voice goes up an octave and she arches her back slightly. You know she feels this. And you think, maybe, she likes it.

You begin to move your thumbs in half circles with each squeeze. Starting from the bottom of her ass, you move your thumbs up and to the sides, parting her cheeks just a little every time. Her breathing is even deeper than before now, and she begins to speed up her affirmations. You look down and catch small glimpses of her dark, glistening sex with every knead, before its covered by her plump ass again. You have been hard for a while, not sure if you ever even went flaccid after your last orgasm, but the sight of her wet pussy and the heat it radiates is pushing you to an almost uncomfortably hard erection. Encouraged, you angle your thumbs down and pry her cheeks apart, putting her asshole on full display, which is twitching slightly as Viv is now quite frantically repeating that she's not a loser and does not believe in ghosts.

You take a moment to just look at it. This beautiful, round, tight ass, spread wide in your lap with your fingers sunk deep into each cheek. Your thumbs on either side of her undeniably eager hole. Whether its the ****, the stress, the novelty, a hitherto unknown kink, she is definitely into this.

You lean your head forward and ever so gently blow onto her hole. Viv shrieks and jumps, "Haha-haa, nooope, not buying this, not buying this" she says, spinning around and heading for the door. You want a bit more private time with her, so you lean your head to the right and bite into her ass cheek. Your teeth sink into her softness until they hit firm muscle. Not hard enough to draw blood, but enough to leave a mark.

Viveca stiffens, stumbles, and grabs the wall for support. She's stopped her affirmations, her lips only just parted and her breathing deep and steady. You feel like an animal, grabbing your mate with your mouth to keep her in place, and she seems to react in kind. You both hold still like this for a tiny bit, letting the dynamic settle.

You're the first to move, opening your jaws enough to lift your head and look down. An almond shaped oval of perfect, blue-red indentations show where your teeth just were. Viv is still tense, slowly reaching a hand over to her right cheek and gingerly touching the place where you've marked her. You take this opportunity to slowly, deliberately, lift her ass up to your face, extend and stiffen your tongue, and place it directly into her asshole. You can feel her cheeks on yours, the warmth, the smoothness, the softness, filling your world.

Viv's right hand is gently touching her mark, but the rest of her has gone very still. Her eyes are half-closed, her mouth half-open. Drool is starting to form again.