I make my colleague wet

My colleague has arranged to meet me early on Monday morning to discuss some organizational matters.

She enters my office and looks me over with a slight smile. She looks closely at how my white silk blouse frames my low-cut neckline.

Then her gaze slides down over my large breasts to my skirt, which is slightly gathered and accentuates my hips. Then she can't help but look at my legs. Just below my back, a larger area is transparent, and only below that do the tights become darker, starting with dark stripes. Finally, her gaze lingers on my golden high heels.

As she looks at me like this, her shiny lips are slightly parted.

“Ms. Bauer, I wanted to show you the work schedule.”

I point to the chair opposite me. She ignores this, stands behind me, and places her plan on my desk.

She leans close over me and explains the details of the plan. It's strange that she's getting so close to me. She's not going to look down my neckline, is she?

I feel her touching me, seemingly casually. On my shoulder, on my arm, on my tights.

“What beautiful tights you're wearing today, Ms. Bauer.” Her touch and her words excite me. Maybe she'll go even further.

“You smell especially good today, if I may say so.”

“Thank you, you too,” I whisper.

She turns the work plan over. A continuous text appears before my eyes.

“What do you think of this?”

I read the lines, concentrating, line by line. Without me noticing, my colleague slides her hand into her skirt and starts to massage herself. She looks down my cleavage and sees how beautifully compressed part of my thick breasts look as they peek out of my fabric blouse. She touches her clitoris and rubs it harder and harder.

Her pussy juice collects in her increasingly hot slit. Now she starts to finger herself. Out of sheer horniness, she uses two fingers, her gaze fixed on my breasts. She's probably trying to find out if my nipples are showing through.

Suddenly, I hear a smacking sound behind me. I turn around and see my colleague directly behind me masturbating with her fingers.

I look at my colleague with wide eyes.

I expect her face to flush with shame. But no. The blood seems to be rushing somewhere else entirely. Instead of shame, there is lust on her face.

She means business. She pulls down her panties and sticks her plump labia in my face.

“Come on, lick, Ms. Bauer!”

Oh. My. God. How hot!

I don't need to be told twice. I obey and lick her labia until they are even wetter than they already are.

She starts to moan softly.

I use my fingers to test whether she really is as wet as she seems! Oh yes, she is. When I slide my two fingers into her slit and spread it a little, her pussy juice runs out. That would be a waste on the carpet. So I quickly catch her hot nectar with my mouth.

So I'm kneeling here in front of her and it looks like I'm milking her pussy. It makes me so horny that I start touching myself.

Suddenly, she pushes my hand away and shoves my dripping wet fingers into my mouth.

“Go on, do it, Ms. Bauer. I want to watch.”

I can't say no to that. I slide down to my pussy and do it to myself. My colleague watches me and my breasts bouncing in time. She looks at me sternly and signals me to do it harder.

“Yes, ma'am,” I think.

While I sit with my legs spread wide and do it to myself topless, my breasts bouncing, she starts to expose her breasts.

Oh! She plays with her big tits while she watches me cum.

Suddenly, there's a knock at the door. I answer, “Yes, just a moment, please!”

“Ms. Bauer!”

Damn, the next appointment. We've probably gone a bit too far here.

What do I do now, I think to myself. Suddenly, my office door opens by itself.

Hmmm, I did say the next appointment should wait, didn't I?

I see my next appointment standing in front of my door, staring at his cell phone. Strange, he's not reacting at all and hasn't even opened the door.

Before he turns around, I pull up my skirt and straighten it. He looks at me and comes in.

I'm completely baffled and suddenly see my colleague topless, kneeling on the floor to the right of the door, grinning at me. Her breasts are hanging out and she's kneading them – while my colleague is talking to me.

I have no idea what he wants from me – I'm so distracted.

“Hmmm, yes.” Somehow I have to get him out of here – without him seeing the little minx next to my door. Okay, Heidi. You can distract men. Just like in a magic show, simply direct the audience's gaze! So I lean forward and pretend to be looking for something on my desk, opening one or two buttons of my blouse.

My breasts almost fall out – and my colleague's eyes almost pop out.

“You know what, my dear,” I say lasciviously, stroking his shoulder. How about I finish up here and come straight to your office? I make sure to move in such a way that he doesn't look at the corner where the little minx is kneading her breasts. His eyes are glued to my breasts. Very good. Take a good look. I escort him out and wink at him.

Wow, now you've really triggered something in someone. Not that he has to jerk off on you right away! Anyway, now I have to take care of my colleague first.

I stomp into my office, slam the door almost shut, and say loudly:

“How dare you!”

Well, you can imagine her reaction. She doesn't know the meaning of shame. Her reaction was to pull down my skirt, push my panties aside, and start working on my clitoris with her tongue.

Awwwwwww! All right, then I'll just come in her mouth. But after that, we'll have to talk about her behavior again.