
From: Throbber
Subj: Helen's Last Day 1/2

Helen is a beautiful woman, although a little on the large side.  One
certainly wouldn't say she was fat though - more like, cuddly.

She's around 5'10", has short dark hair, beautiful dark brown eyes and a
wonderfully, warm smile that makes me shiver every time I look at her.  Her
breasts are a little small, although she often wears those push-up bra's to
great effect, and her legs are long and shapely with quite full, firm thighs
and an arse to match.  Quite often, while I'm working, I find my eyes slowly
drift over in her direction - I like to look at her and take in her feminine
features.  I really needed to fuck this woman but I was never quite sure how to
approach her about it.

Helen's a real happening sort of person - she's always out socialising and
partying - and also likes drinking with friends.  I, on the other hand, am
fairly quiet and reserved.  I very rarely drink but don't mind one every now
and then.  Helen often calls me "boring".  I guess, by her standards I would
be, but that's just me - that's the way I am.

Anyhow, she had gotten a transfer interstate, and since this was her last day,
had arranged for all of her workmates, myself included, to go down to the local
pub after work for a few break-up drinks.  "I'd really appreciate it if you
would come along," she said to me in a sweet, almost pleading voice.  I looked
into her eyes and could see that she genuinely meant it. "Okay," I said.  I
figured tonight would probably be the last time I'd see her, so if I was going
to score with her it would have to be tonight.

                              oooooOOOOOooooo

The night wore on and everybody began to get tired, and drunk.  Slowly, one by
one, they all farewelled Helen and began to leave.  Before long, we were the
only two left at the table.  I looked down at my watch.  "What time is it?" she
asked me.  "Half past ten," I replied.  She looked at me in wide eyed
disbelief.  "I didn't realise it was so late.  Perhaps we should make a move
and see about going home," she said.  I agreed.  We both rose from the table
and walked out to where I had parked my car.  I had only had two beers all
night so I was well within my capabilities of driving. - which, as I was soon
to find out, would prove to be quite a bonus.

Driving home, we chatted about all the times at work we had shared.  We never
really talked to each other that much at work but tonight, the conversation
just seemed to flow naturally.  We both realised that despite our differences,
we would miss each other.  Occassionally, I would quickly glance over at Helen.
The skirt she was wearing had ridden up quite a way when she sat down in the
car.  I wanted to reach out and touch her legs - glide my hands all over them
and feel her smooth, soft skin.

The conversation seemed quite innocent and uneventful until we were about
three blocks away from Helen's house.  She suddenly turned to me and said, "You
want to fuck me don't you?"  "What!?"  I couldn't believe she just said that. 
She moved her hand onto my leg and rubbing it up and down, repeated herself -
this time in a much sweeter voice.  "You want to fuck me?"  I looked at her. 
Her eyes seemed to be sparkling with desire - or something.  She had to be
drunk.  Funny though, she didn't look it.  "This isn't the bottle talking or
anything?" I asked her.  "No - I'm serious. I've seen the way you look at me at
work. Believe me, I know desire when I see it.  I must say that I'm really
flattered though."  I couldn't believe this was happening.  How could I sit
there and say no to her?  Still, I wasn't too sure how I should react.

We pulled up outside her house and she turned to look at me again.  "Are you
going to come inside?"  I was nervous, but at the same time, excited. "Sure," I
replied.  We both hopped out of the car and walked up to the front door of her
house.  As she unlocked the door and we went through, she told me to take a
seat in the living room while she changed into something more comfortable. 
Amazing, I only thought girls said that in the movies.

                              oooooOOOOOooooo

She went upstairs and after a few minutes came down wearing a white silk gown.
She stood before me and looked at me.  I stared straight back at her, looking
her up and down.  She seemed to be looking for some sign of appreciation from
me.  "You look," I paused, "beautiful."  Slowly, smiling at me, she untied her
gown and let it fall to the floor.  Underneath, she was wearing a white lace
bra and panties.  I could see her nipples and her neatly trimmed pussy through
the thin material.  I liked the way the soft light bounced off her lightly
tanned skin, accentuating her gentle curves. My heart was pounding.  She did
indeed look very beautiful.

Slowly and without a word, she moved across the room and knelt before me,
unzipping my trousers.  She reached into them and pulled my cock from my
underpants.  My cock slowly began to swell up, getting very hard as she held it
in her hands.  It was not until just then that I noticed how beautiful her
hands were - they were smooth and delicate and her fingers were quite long and
attractive.  They looked so good wrapped around my dick.  She held it there for
a moment as it kept growing.  I was beginning to wonder when it would stop - I
had never seen it so big in my entire life.

She guided my cock towards her mouth and started to kiss the head of it,
gently licking the entire length of my shaft.  I reached down and held her head
in my hands.  She looked up at me and smiled, then she opened her lips wide and
engulfed the entire length of my cock, burying her nose in my pubic hair. 
"Where on earth did it all go?" I thought to myself.  I didn't really care
about the answer - all I knew was that I was in heaven.  Her mouth felt so warm
around my stiff cock and she definately knew how to handle it - flicking her
tongue across the head of it, licking it up and down and gulping the entire
thing back into her mouth.  I must have sat there for at least ten minutes
while she sucked and licked my cock.  I could feel my balls starting to tighten
up with an impending orgasm and I knew that very soon I was going to blow my
load all over the place.  Helen seemed to sense this too.  Suddenly she stopped
and stood up.  "Not yet," she whispered.  I stood up to face her and slowly put
my arms around her. Just as I thought - she WAS cuddly.  I pressed my lips
against hers and she quickly darted her head back an inch.  I looked at her
puzzled and she smiled at me once again.  So, she liked to tease eh?

[continued...]

Signed : Throbber
