Finish her with your fingers

You smile at her, nuzzling her neck as you continue gently tapping her clit with your thumb. You are amazed at how hard it is, and you can tell as you flick it that she's getting closer and closer. You keep your hand as active as possible, knowing that you've found both the location and the rhythm that seems as though its going to get her there. Your lips find her earlobe and you gently suck on it, letting it pop out of your lips after a low moan rumbles through Emily's body. When you release it, you whisper into her ear. “I bet you came so hard thinking of me last night,” you tell her, and you feel Emily's gasp more than you hear it. “I wonder what's going to happen if I let you go against the wall after I get you off. Are you going to fall down the wall here like you did in the shower, still playing with this hot pussy?” You ask, still working her clit.

“You are such a fucker,” she groans, though she neither denies nor confirms your words. Instead, her reaction is to writhe against your hand while you slide in and out of her. You lean in for a kiss, and she sighs into your mouth as she begins to kiss you back erratically at first before she holds the kiss, moaning and sometimes giving out cute whimpers as you flick her clit. Your other hand continues gently mashing her tit, and you get a wicked idea as you pull back to watch her firm boob disappearing. You push it in as far as you can, trying to actually flatten her breast. She gasps, surprised, but her eyes close in pleasure.

“Watch me flatten your tit,” you whisper. Emily's eyes glance down and widen as she sees that her breast is barely visible beneath your hand before you give another slight push, forcing more of her flesh out around your hand.

“Oh my fucking....” she moans, leaning forward and burying her face in your shoulder. You hear her orgasm into you, your gently sliding fingers suddenly warm, wet and sticky as she convulses against you. You hold her by the waist and push her gently into the wall. When she looks up, you move in for a passionate kiss. When you pull away, she gives you a grin that almost seems shy.

She leans over to pull up her shorts, and when she stands, she looks down at her bared breast, and then up at you. You are surprised to see the half-smile on her face, and hoping you've taken her meaning right, press your palm against her left breast. As her nipple scrapes your palm, you hear her gasp. Her hand finds your hair, and she grips your head tightly. “Do it,” she whispers, and your hand gently pushes, slowly pressing against her breast. “Why does that feel so good?” she moans. You decide not to answer, instead pushing slightly further. You feel her firm flesh give way slightly, and you are surprised at how erotic you find her breast being slowly pushed back. You look into her eyes, and she moans as her nipple seems to be fully embedded in her flesh. You both hear the door in the hallway above close, and you both watch the other's eyes widen. As Emily bends over to pull up her shorts, you make sure you carefully hide your erection. When Emily stands up, she smiles at you, and her nipples are poking through her shirt.

“It's cold,” she snaps, and while you know it's not true, you turn to Sarah, who is laughing.

“Motherfucker, you just got caught. I mean, I know you look, but damn, that had to be a hard stare. We've talked about your obsession with our tits before,” Sarah says. “Although, Em, I gotta say you are showing way more than you usually do at the office. Don't get me wrong. I'm not complaining,” Sarah says, winking.

“I don't mind you looking so much,” Emily says. “And yeah, I thought perv boy here could keep his eyes up if my nipples got hard. I've got half a mind to show him one of my tits just to get him off my back,” Emily says, brushing past you.

“I'm sure he'd love that,” Sarah tells her, and you hear her voice change slightly. It's a little softer as she says. “I'd like to see your tits again.” Emily looks behind her, glancing at you.

“Sure,” Emily shrugs. You watch as she reaches into her shirt and puts her firm, perfect breasts on display for Sarah. Sarah's grin is wide, and you are sure it is not for your benefit. Emily's sudden sigh surprises you, and as you were focusing on Sarah's big grin, you failed to notice the music writer's hand snake out and cop a feel of Emily's bare tit. “As firm as I remember them,” Sarah teases, and Emily grunts, slowly pulling her shirt over her bared breast. “Oh. I think John enjoyed that,” Sarah says softly.

Emily's head snaps up, and she mutters, “Fucking pervert,” as she turns to you. She makes a show for Sarah of covering her breasts, but her folded arms actually end in her hands cupping her pert boobs through her shirt, highlighting her firmness and her hard nipples. “I didn't say you could look. Shouldn't you go upstairs and shower, now that you've got enough to keep you busy in there?” she snaps. She smiles when she finishes, and you turn to hide your own grin. You don't know why Emily's playing the game, but she's having fun, which makes it even more fun for you.