I don't know why I did what I did next, whether it was the smell of her, the softness of her skin against mine, or that bobbed red hair of hers, but I nuzzled in to her neck and gave her a kiss, which turned into a nibble, and then, as she turned her head toward me, our lips met. Hers were so warm. I opened my mouth slightly, trying to catch my breath, and she slipped her tongue in, tickling mine. We locked in a long, passionate kiss and the only reason we broke it off was that I had to come up for air. I could feel my face flushing red with embarassment, as I always have a pretty good flow of pre-cum when I get excited and my underwear felt all wet, like I'd peed in my pants. I stood back up straight and saw her glance at the stain that had started to show through the front of my pants. She looked up at me, "Don't be embarassed, she said. It's perfectly natural.I can help you with that." She smiled and reached out her hand. I bumped up against the front of the desk trying to back away. Her hands caught me by my waistband and I looked down on her as she undid my belt, pulled down my zipper, and slid my pants and boxers down.
My rod jumped out at full attention, the foreskin all the way back and pre-cum oozing from it's tip. I'm pretty big and I saw her head jerk back slightly as it swung free. Otherwise, it might have slapped her in the chin. She took my cock in her hand. It felt warm and silky and the back had these little freckles on it. Her nails were done in this deep, crimson polish that had a metallic glint in the light. She squeezed it tightly, near the base of the head, and began to slowly stroke it. I'd never really been with too many girls while I was in high school, and none of them had wanted anything to do with a handjob. It was basically just a fast fuck for them. I forgot about closing up the shop, the movie I was supposed to see with my friends that night, everything but the feel of her hand on my cock. Pre-cum was really flowing now, more than I could ever remember me having from jerking off. It was all over her fingers and I could feel it, slick and warm, along the shaft of my cock as she continued to pull my pud.
My dick was really throbbing now and all purple. My balls had shrunk up tight along either side of the base of my member and I could feel that feeling you get when your about to cum. And then she stopped. I was thinking "Oh my god. Don't stop!" I looked down at her there where she was sitting in front of me, my eyes wide as saucers, and she looked back up at me with this hungry look in her eyes, almost like some animal. She got down on her knees in front of me and began lapping the pre-cum from the tip of my swollen meat. She ran her tongue down the length of it and then back to the tip, kissing and sucking it as she did. I could feel her hands as they ran up the backs of my thighs to my ass, where she planted them firmly. I can still feel the nails digging into my skin as she pulled me in and popped the head of my cock between her lips and into her mouth. I braced myself against the desk and grabbed a handful of her carroty hair with the other as she proceeded to slowly swallow the length of my sword. I felt it bump the back of her throat. She had a tight lock on me with her lips and my head tilted back, eyes closed, as she bobbed up and down on my head, stroking the shaft with her hand in time with her mouth action. I guess lust finally overtook me because I grabbed hold of that hair of hers and began thrusting with my hips. Long, slow thrusts. She began a low humming, which sent an electric shock through my cock and all through my legs. I'd never felt that before. I'd been scared to shoot, afraid I'd blow my load too soon, but with the excitement and all, I no longer cared. I fucked her mouth for all it was worth, bucking my hips with my balls slapping up against her chin.
I felt her hands dig into my ass, squeezing it tight to steady herself as I jammed my rod home, bouncing it off her tonsils. I was gonna shoot. I could feel my cock swell and throb, wet with her spit in her hot mouth. I began swinging my hips faster, and as I shot, my cock slipped from her lips, shooting her face full of my molten jizz. I spackled her face with it as I tried to use her wide-open mouth as a target. Her tongue danced across her lips, lapping away at the huge wad I'd just shot. Her hands went back to my cock, steadying it and pulling it back to her lips. Her tongue ran rampant, scooping up my goo. She licked me clean like a popsicle stick and then, she ran a finger along her cheek and held it up to show me it as a sticky strand began to drip from it. She got under it with her mouth and let that strand run down onto her tongue and then she sucked it clean between her ruby-red lips.
I was panting and out of breath and just stood there, stunned, watching, as she pulled a sheet of tissue from one of her pockets and wiped the rest of my love juice from her face. She just grinned from ear to ear, her pale, creamy cheeks flushed a kind of rosy color.
She asked me where the restroom was and all I could do was point and let out a grunt. I took the opportunity to compose myself and pull up my pants. My pole was still semi-hard, so it wasn't so easy, and I was still reeling from what had just happened. By the time I'd gotten my shit together and gone looking for her, she'd disappeared. Her car was no longer parked where we'd left it. All I can assume was that she'd felt embarassed and taken off, rather than face me again. All I know is that after that day, I never saw her around the shop. Sometimes, when I'm home on break from school, and I'm at the mall, I find myself looking through the crowd for that woman with the red hair.