A romantic encounter while repairing a telephone

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Imagine burying your face between a girl's thighs, passionately savoring her honey pot. When the sweetest moment arrives, getting adequate air can be a problem; especially since her short skirt covers your head. To complicate matters further, you're squeezed into a small space with hard surfaces on three sides, and the remaining side facing the girl we're discussing.
So, if I also have a stuffy nose from a cold, it's going to be a real problem. Luckily, I don't have a cold.
Undoubtedly, you're wondering why I've ended up in such a bizarre predicament. On the other hand, you probably don't care why I'm in this situation; you just want to hear my description of how I'm having sex with this girl!
How difficult!
Actually, I was just there to fix a phone. The office was on the 52nd floor of the tallest building on Wall Street. The office layout was impressive; I guessed it was a law firm, but I usually don't pay attention when I'm assigned there. I just go in, fix the phone, and come out; and they don't pay me by the hour.
The receptionist handed me over to a company employee, who led me inside, pointed out the problematic phone, and then left. The room was empty, but a large, old-fashioned desk was pressed against the wall, indicating someone was using it.
After testing the phone, I followed the wiring to the telephone junction box, which naturally had to be hidden behind that large desk. Not wanting to move the behemoth, I pushed my chair aside and crawled under the desk. It was indeed cramped and dark. I took out a flashlight and screwdriver to get to work.
Just as I was about to open the junction box, I heard soft footsteps approaching the desk. Before I could even speak, the person who made the footsteps sat down, pulled the chair in, kicked my back, and let out a startled gasp—it definitely sounded like a woman—and the chair immediately slid away.
I turned my head, but from my position, all I could see were calves below the knees. "Telephone repairman," I explained quickly, "I'm checking the box inside."
"Oh," a sweet, relieved voice said, "you really startled me." "I'm sorry, ma'am, it won't take more than a few minutes."
"Really—oh, really," the voice said, "I, I have to type this letter for my boss right away. He has to leave, you know, and he's in a hurry."
Well, I guess a gentleman would climb out of his desk and wait for her to finish typing, but I had three more places on my to-do list for the day, and I really didn't want to stand there wasting time staring at my toes, so I said, "It's alright, ma'am, you can start typing; it won't interfere with my repair."
After a pause, "Ah, okay," she said hesitantly, "if you're sure you can still—" "No problem," I said, turning to work on the telephone junction box.
She moved the chair closer to the desk, carefully placing her feet beside my crouching body. I heard a piece of paper being fed into the typewriter, followed by the rapid clatter of typing. For a moment, I couldn't help but wonder why such a luxurious company didn't provide secretaries with computers for word processing—let alone use modern office furniture. But this moment was short-lived, as something more interesting occupied my thoughts: the legs beside me.
Of course, I should have expected it; but from another perspective, she should have expected it too. Being so close to a woman's legs, coupled with a delicate, slightly smoky scent, mixed with some of her own unique internal aromas, quickly affected my attention, not to mention my penis. Several times, I stared at the telephone line in front of me, completely unaware of what I was looking at, and finally decided to surrender to instinct. I turned my head and examined the pair of calves in front of me in the flashlight's beam.
I didn't see her upper body, but her legs alone made my mouth water. She wasn't crossing her legs, just lightly together, her feet flat on the floor. I was pleased to find she wasn't wearing stockings. Her short skirt, pulled high above her knees when she sat, revealed smooth, hairless, and beautifully curved calves with dimples on her knees—very sexy. Her thighs were a sweet temptation, gradually swelling before disappearing into her skirt.
I don't know what I was thinking, or even if I was thinking at all. I guessed this might get me into big trouble, but in the current situation, instinct controlled me. A man's penis is always reckless. Anyway, it happened. I moved around in the confined space, placing my hand on her calf, just above her ankle.
The typewriter suddenly stopped. I froze, and so did she. I didn't know what would happen next. Would she kick me in the face? Scream? Call the police (or the military police captain)?
A long, chilling pause—long enough for me, actually, maybe only 10 to 15 seconds—before the typing resumed.
Wow! If that letter wasn't more important than anything else in the world, then maybe this girl wanted to play a game, whichever it was… whatever.
Very slowly, very gently, I moved my hand up, and the typewriter started vibrating wildly, the typing even faster than before. Her legs felt as smooth and delicious as they looked. My hand slowly traced the curve of her calves up to her knees, and when I paused there, my alluring typing lady still didn't react.
Did she think I was considering whether to continue? At least I could guarantee I wouldn't give up halfway—I just changed to a better position, turning myself to face her legs, trying to make myself more comfortable in a half-squat, so I was closer to my goal. I began to explore her left leg, more freely and fully than before, but still below the knee. As I prepared to go deeper, I heard the sound of paper being pulled from the typewriter. Just as I was wondering if my pleasurable activity was about to end, another sheet of paper was pulled in, and typing resumed.
Encouraged by this, I let my hands slide over her slightly concave knees toward her sweet, plump thighs. I won't deny that I was extremely excited. Being in this strange situation, and feeling the soft, pleasant touch of her skin between my fingers, made my heart race. As my hands approached her skirt, I felt my already engorged penis become even harder.
Her skirt wasn't a tight one; both hands could slide in at the same time. I felt a slight tremor in my palms, the first real reaction I felt from her. As my hands slid down, the sound of the typewriter continued. When I touched the edge of her panties and slipped my fingers inside, I heard the typing become erratic, and her legs opened, albeit only a little.
As my hand slipped inside her panties, her legs spread wider, pressing forward. My fingers touched her warm, moist, and soft vulva, and I heard panting from above.
As I caressed her lovely vulva, my mouth grew increasingly dry, while her vagina grew wetter with each touch. As my fingers continued to explore, my alluring partner moved her hips forward on the chair, allowing me more freedom of movement. Soon, her gluteal muscles began to contract. As I slowly inserted a finger into her tight, mysterious cave, the typewriter noticeably slowed down. Besides the typing noise, I could hear the pitch of her panting rising. When I found her lovely little clitoris and began to work on it, the panting turned into low moans, and she intensified her lower body movements.
Just then, I heard a "beep" from above, her moans stopped, and a "click" followed. A woman's voice, trying to keep her tone steady, said, "Yes, yes, boss?" It sounded like she was speaking into the intercom.
"Have you finished typing that letter, Miss Jeffrey?" a male voice asked. "I'd like your signature as soon as possible."
"Yes, sir, just a few more minutes."
Click.
The typewriter started up again. I guessed there wasn't much time left. I pulled her panties out and then pulled them down tightly with both hands. Typing continued, but the beautiful Miss Jeffrey raised her buttocks from the seat, allowing me to easily pull her panties down to her feet and then take them off completely.
I spread her knees as wide as possible and buried my head between her thighs, trying to push it up all the way under her skirt until my insatiable mouth met her luscious honey pot. I felt her body convulse. As I began to work with my tongue on her tender vulva, her muscles tensed even more, and the moans that reached my ears grew louder.
Therefore, as mentioned at the beginning, I was glad I didn't have a cold. I desperately needed a breath of fresh air. My mouth was glued to her vulva, sucking and licking, feasting on it. I thrust my tongue deep into her, until I felt it was about to detach from the base of my tongue and remain inside. Then I pulled my tongue back and continued to lick her clitoris, which felt like a hard button. The speed of my typing was like a crazy race car. I heard her start to murmur and murmur. As I whipped her little clitoris with my tongue, circling it rapidly, and attacking it from every angle with the tip of my tongue, her voice reached its peak. Then, her body suddenly stiffened, and she lifted her trembling legs off the seat, pressing her vulva tightly against my face. Her low growl indicated that an orgasm was imminent, and I immediately quickened my movements.
"Oh!" she screamed, "Oh!!"
Just then, I heard a door slam shut, and she let out a startled gasp, her voice noticeably different from before. Before I could figure out what was happening, she deftly pushed her chair all the way back into her desk, almost squeezing me against the wall, but this conveniently hid me from everyone else in the office.
"Are you done typing, Miss Jeffrey?" an impatient male voice asked.
"Yes, yes, boss." Her voice sounded strange, and her legs were still trembling. I wondered what her expression was like. "I just finished typing." Then I heard the sound of paper rolling out of the typewriter.
"Okay, let me sign this. I need to get out of here quickly." I heard him approach the desk, the scratching of his pen on the paper. "Alright, send it out quickly, I'm leaving, Miss Jeffrey." "Yes, sir."
His footsteps faded into the distance. "Oh, one more thing," he said, "Has anyone come in to fix the phone?" "No, no, sir, no one's been here." "
Damn phone company!" he muttered, and then the door closed.
As she slid her chair out, I took a deep breath, my body stiffening as I climbed out of the desk. Just as I was about to get up, the woman left her seat and came to the floor.
This was the first time we had a chance to look at each other. God knows, she could very well be incredibly ugly; many dinosaurs have beautiful legs from behind.
But I was on a lucky day. Miss Jeffrey was a beautiful, alluring dark-haired woman with deep brown eyes and a full bust, but I didn't have time to appreciate her properly.
"Fuck me," she gasped, "Oh God, fuck me now!" This—what a strange coincidence—was exactly what I was thinking. Before I could even begin, she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me closer, her lips rolling across my face, her breasts pressing against my chest. She pulled her skirt up above her waist, and as soon as I unzipped my pants and pulled out my taut, rock-hard penis, it was immediately swallowed whole. She wrapped her legs around me, her feet gripping my back tightly, and then we fucked like madmen in the 1960s.
Continuing the intense sensations, she almost immediately climaxed, her body convulsing and trembling. I almost followed suit, but I managed to hold back. Even after her first orgasm, she was still as hot as a piston. We rolled around on the carpet. I wished the office had soundproofing, because her trembling, growling, moaning, and the barrage of profanities were simply unbearable for any cultured person.
She screamed as she reached her second orgasm, and I, too, reached my peak, ejaculating powerfully deep inside her.
We collapsed there, panting and sweating, neither of us strong enough to get up and lock the door—I guessed it was too late anyway.
After a while, I stood up unsteadily and said, still a little breathless, "Okay," I added,
"I think we should get the phone fixed."
Miss Jeffrey didn't say a word, just lay there, gazing up at me with dreamy eyes. I stared intently at her beautiful face, her full breasts, her greedy vulva, her perfect legs, for a long time.

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