Nude Wrestling.

As they walked out of their boss's office, Laura got a mischievous grin. "Hey Kate, what's something you've always wanted to do?"

Kate shrugged. "I don't know, skydive?"

Laura rolled her eyes at that. "No, I mean like something weird you wish you could do in front of people but can't! Unless skydiving's weird and I just can't realize it. Is skydiving normal?"

"Yeah, I think so. Nude wrestling? That's not normal."

"It's not?" Laura asked with surprise. "Are you serious?"

Kate was already taking off her skirt. "I am! Let's do it!"

Laura began to apprehensively take off her clothes. Of course, it wasn't out of the ordinary at all for Kate to suggest nude wrestling, but she wasn't exactly the athletic type. As Kate tossed aside her shirt, Laura couldn't help but admire her lithe, toned arms.

"Ready?" Kate asked, and Laura nodded. Kate approached her and suddenly had her in a strange position with her arm around Laura's head and Laura's face in her armpit. Then she was airborne for a second before landing flat on the rough office carpet, the wind knocked out of her. Before she could react Kate had her legs wrapped around her head and her arms holding her flailing legs.

Laura looked around and saw a crowd gathering. She supposed that something could be normal and entertaining at the same time. When a familiar smell hit her nose, she realized that her face was inches from Kate's bare mound. She decided she only had one chance at being competitive and, straining her neck, managed to stick her tongue out and just brush the edge of Kate's vulva.

Kate shuddered and her grip slackened just enough to let Laura surge forward and fully dip her tongue into that pool. Then Laura was groaning and shifting, changing her posture to give Kate better access. Kate took advantage of this and shoved her face forward, burying her nose and mouth in her coworker's muff. She felt a jolt of pleasure as Kate turned their impromptu wrestling session into a sweaty, tangled 69.

Something hot and wet hit Kate's back and she turned around to see Jim, the head of payroll, tucking his now-flaccid cock back into his slacks. She decided to take that as a compliment and continued to probe inside of Laura, who was now thrusting into her face. She felt a climax coming and grabbed Kate's plump, juicy ass with a squeeze. She felt a pain at the back of her tongue and a flood of juices splash her face as Laura came and then she was coming too, burning with passion from the inside out as Kate's tongue swirled inside of her.

The two women decoupled and lay alongside each other, spent and satisfied. Kate's tongue really hurt now; she might have sprained it. Laura was idly playing with her own tit with one hand while the other rested on her abdomen.

"You'we a pwetty good weswer," Kate tried to joke. "Oof, I thik I hut my tongue."

Laura laughed and slapped her friend's tit. Kate didn't react, of course. "I can tell! That was the best head I've ever gotten."

Kate was massaging her tongue with two fingers. The crowd that had gathered to watch them started to disperse, leaving only a few people who didn't quite finish masturbating before the session was over. Laura laughed at poor old Carl, the IT guy who was desperately yanking on his cock. He was covered in sweat and staring at her tits with his mouth open, but he couldn't seem to get himself there.

She decided to help the poor guy out. She went and kneeled in front of him, gently putting a hand over his to stop the motion. She leaned forward and squeezed her breasts together, slowly rubbing his dick with her cleavage. This was apparently all he needed as he instantly blasted a hot, sticky load across her chest.

"Thanks," he said in between **** gasps for air. Laura thought he might be having a heart attack, but she wasn't worried - that was a perfectly normal thing to do, after all. She turned to see Kate putting her shoes back on.

"So," Kate said with a grin. "What now?"