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Jess had a way of moving that made every man's head turn, including mine. Her curves were hypnotic, the kind that seemed to defy gravity. Her breasts were full and perfectly shaped, always drawing my eyes when she wore a low-cut blouse or a snug sweater that highlighted their shape.
We’d known each other for a while, working side by side, sharing the same office space, and exchanging playful banter. There was always that lingering tension between us—a chubby, confident girl with a bright smile and curves that could stop traffic, and me, watching her with a hunger that I tried to hide. She was more than just a co-worker; she was a temptation I could never quite shake. Her name was Jess, and every time she walked by, her thick thighs in those tight jeans or the way her blouse clung to her full breasts, it drove me wild.
Jess had a way of moving that made every man's head turn, including mine. Her curves were hypnotic, the kind that seemed to defy gravity. Her breasts were full and perfectly shaped, always drawing my eyes when she wore a low-cut blouse or a snug sweater that highlighted their shape. There was something about the way they moved when she laughed or leaned over her desk that sent my mind spiraling. And those lips—plump, soft, and inviting—were like a magnet for my thoughts. I’d often find myself imagining what they’d feel like, how they’d taste, especially when she would bite them playfully during a conversation.
But it wasn’t just her lips that drew attention. When she wore leggings, they hugged her body in a way that left little to the imagination, accentuating every curve of her thick thighs and that delicious outline that teased just enough to make me lose focus. Jess had a way of walking that was both bold and enticing, her hips swaying just enough to keep me wanting more. There was a natural confidence about her, a boldness in the way she carried herself, knowing the effect she had on those around her.
Every time she leaned in close to talk, the heat between us became almost unbearable. I could feel her breath, smell the soft scent of her perfume, and see the way her chest would rise and fall, drawing my gaze to the deep valley of her cleavage. Jess wasn’t just sexy—she was the kind of woman who could make a man lose his mind with desire. And in that office, filled with the mundane, she was the one thing that kept my pulse racing.
So I had no choice but to push the limit, and It started with a bet. We were both football fans, me a Patriots guy and her, surprisingly, rooting for the 49ers. We’d been talking trash all week, and I could feel that familiar spark between us heating up. So I threw it out there—a wager on the game. The terms were simple: the winner could make one request, no limits. She raised an eyebrow, a sly grin spreading across her face, and shook my hand to seal the deal. I could see in her eyes that she was already imagining what she’d ask for if she won. But I had my own plans.
The game was intense, and we watched it with a group of friends while on a work trip, tension mounting with every play. When the final whistle blew, I was the one grinning ear to ear. “Looks like you owe me,” I said, my voice low and teasing. She rolled her eyes but smiled back, her cheeks flushed with excitement. “Alright, what’s it gonna be?” she asked, hands on her hips, her curves accentuated by her fitted shirt.
I leaned in closer, whispering in her ear, “A blowjob. Right now. Anywhere I choose.” She laughed, a bit nervously, but there was a twinkle in her eye. “Deal,” she replied, surprising me with how easily she accepted. We made our way to the back parking lot of a Chipotle, where she wasted no time. Jess sank to her knees with a confidence that took my breath away. She looked up at me, her eyes locking onto mine, and then she got to work.
Her lips wrapped around me, and instantly, I knew she wasn’t playing. Her tongue swirled around the tip, then slid down, taking me deeper with each motion. She sucked slowly at first, teasing, but quickly picked up the pace. Her mouth was hot, wet, and demanding, and my toes curled in my sneakers as she worked me over. I felt myself lose control, and when I came, she didn’t stop. She kept going, relentless, milking every drop from me. I’d never felt anything like it—one blowjob, and I came twice.
Months later she quit, leaving for a better opportunity. Years passed, and life went on. We didn’t talk much about that night, but it lingered between us, a secret we both shared. Then one late night, as I was scrolling through a dating app, I saw her. Jess, that same smile, those same curves that haunted me. Without thinking, I messaged her. She responded almost immediately, like she’d been waiting for it. Within an hour, we had plans set, and I was driving over to her place, excitement and anticipation buzzing in my veins.
The door was left open, just as she promised. I stepped inside and followed her directions to the bedroom. There she was, lying in bed, naked except for a pair of lace panties. Her eyes were closed, pretending to be asleep, a soft blanket covering her up to her waist. I stood there for a moment, taking her in—the softness of her belly, the fullness of her breasts peeking out from beneath the blanket, and those thick thighs that I’d imagined spreading for me so many times before.
I remembered what she’d asked for—a massage to start. I began at her feet, my hands kneading and caressing her soft skin, moving slowly up to her ankles, then her calves. I could feel her muscles tense and then relax under my touch. She wasn’t sleeping, not really. Her breathing gave her away, shallow and rapid, betraying her arousal.
I continued up, massaging her thighs, feeling the heat radiating from her body. I spread her legs apart, and she didn’t resist. I could feel her wetness even before I touched her panties. With my other hand, I reached up and brushed her nipple, teasing it until it hardened under my touch. She let out a soft moan, her hips shifting ever so slightly. She was still pretending to sleep, but her hand found my cock, stroking it slowly, making it grow harder than it ever had before.
I leaned down, kissing her inner thighs, teasing her until she squirmed. Her scent filled my senses, and I could tell she was dripping wet, her arousal soaking through the fabric of her panties. She was hungry, desperate, her hips bucking up as if searching for more. I finally gave in, sliding her panties to the side, and my fingers found her swollen clit. She gasped, a real one this time, her eyes fluttering open.
I didn’t hold back. I stroked her slowly at first, then faster, feeling her juices coating my fingers. Her body responded to every touch, every stroke, and soon she was trembling beneath me. She came hard, her body arching, juices flowing over my hand. She didn’t stop, though; she pulled me closer, her lips finding my cock. She took me in, sucking with that same skill that had left me breathless in the parking lot.
Her mouth worked over me, and I could feel myself getting close again, but I held back, wanting to savor every moment. Her pussy was so wet and juicy that my fingers were covered in her cum, dripping down as I stroked her. She came again, her moans vibrating against my cock, and I knew I wouldn’t last much longer.
I didn’t fuck her that night; I didn’t need to. We were lost in a rhythm of giving and receiving, her thick thighs squeezing around me, her full breasts pressed against my chest. As I walked back to my car, I was still hard, still thinking about her—those curves, that hunger, and how badly I wanted more. Next time, I told myself, next time, I won’t hold back.
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