She goes to check out this Karl.

Finishing the wine, Anna snags a pair of ludicrously-named IPAs and heads on over to check out her friend's new crush. Up close it's real easy to see why Karen's so wet for him; a handsome, clean-shaven face and a toned, athletic body. A metrosexual gym-bunny? He's lucky Karen hasn't jumped him in the break room.

It's easy for Anna to strike up a conversation with him, after all she’s a cute, friendly woman with beer. They spend a few minutes making small talk and swapping jokes about try-hard IPA names. Karl takes a pull of 'Unyielding Citrus Disaster' and pauses for a moment.

'You're friends with Karen, right?' Anna nods. 'Is she, you know, single?'

'Oh yes indeed!' Anna leans in close. 'Why, are you interested?' As if there was any doubt.

'Yeah!' Excellent. 'I keep wanting to make a move, but I wasn't sure how it would go, and I mean, could be awkward at work?'

Anna tries to suppress a grin. 'So, what is it you like about her?'

'You know, she's just so... well...'

'You mean how she's so clever and friendly, right?' teases Anna.

'Err... yeah?' He gulps. 'And, I mean...'

'What else?' she needles, smiling wickedly.

He takes another pull on his drink, pauses for a moment. 'Ah fuck, I love her body! It's so thick and juicy and big, drives me crazy!' he grins helplessly.

Well...' purrs Anna mischievously, sidling up close to him. 'You know I'm pretty tight with Karen, right, maybe I could put in a good word for you?'

'Um, yes please?' He looks unsure, like he doesn't know how seriously to take her.

'But if you want me to do you a favour, you'll have to do me one first.' Anna slips an arm round his side, feeling his solidly muscular form beneath his shirt.

'Got something in mind?'

Anna leans in close to his ear, bites his ear gently just to make him jump, then whispers 'Make me cum!'

'For- For real?'

'Hell yes.' She cops a good feel of his tight ass, gives it a nice squeeze. 'Better not fuck me though, you should save that for Karen.'

-

As subtly as possible, Anna & Karl just so happen to drift across the party towards Karen’s bedroom, then slip inside and quietly close the door behind them. Somewhat less subtly, Anna hops up onto the bed, spreads her legs, and lifts the hem of her dress. A moment later Karl is pulling her thong down to reveal her wet snatch, he looks up at her with an eager, excited gleam in his eye.

Without further ado, he kneels between her legs and buries his face in her crotch with admirable directness. Anna for her part just moans softly, happy to sit back and let Karl try to impress her, breathing heavily as the party carries on just outside the door. And he is pretty impressive, working at her pussy with a real talent, sucking on her clit and tonguing her deep.

It doesn't take long before Anna's on the edge, breathing hard and fast as his tongue pushes her towards orgasm. A few moments more and she's cumming hard against his handsome face, moaning lustily into her hand to make sure no-one outside the door hears.

She releases her completely unnecessary grip on the back of Karl's head and he looks up at her from between her legs, wet with sweat and juice. He's breathing even harder than her, unsurprisingly enough, and he's got a broad, slightly smug smile plastered across his face. 'Mmmmm, fuck dude! Yeah, I needed that!' She ruffles his hair playfully as he gets to his feet, wiping at his face with a handkerchief.

Anna scrambles up off the bed, pulls her thong back on and smooths down her dress. 'I'll leave first, you wait a few minutes so people don't see us leaving together, cool?' Karl nods; Anna heads for the door, then turns back just before opening it. 'And don't worry, I'm definitely gonna point Karen in your direction!'