[JEMMA]

The weekend passed in a blur and ironically she couldn't wait for Monday to arrive. Drawn into this hedonistic existence, all rational thought had been expelled. Sadly, Paul was unwilling or unable to reciprocate and she arrived home early and in unusually low spirits. Immediate revival came via the rattle of the ceiling light and the feint dispersal of dust into the air.

Better was to follow. Evidently not expecting her home yet, the lovers had left the door slightly ajar, a spillage of dim light through the crack. Heart pounding, Sunita crept closer. Regrettably they were immersed beneath the covers and all she could make out was the rising and falling of Adam's buttocks. More vocal than before, undoubtedly on account of believing they were alone, their panting and exchange of expletives soon had Sunita reaching for her crotch. Strategically clad in string tied jogging bottoms – a sign that she was learning the ways of the voyeur – soon they were in a pool at her feet as Sunita frigged herself silly.

Scuttling along to her room before she squirted, the orgasm ripped through her body with the intensity of a hurricane. Yet Sunita craved move. Much more.

Tuesday barely registered and Wednesday arrived with the thrill of a birthday or Christmas Day. He had to ring in…he had to. The tease made her wait three damned hours, by which time – and fortuitously so – half of her colleagues had departed.

"Hi," Paul replied breathlessly and almost inaudibly.

"Are you okay, Paul?"

"Yes, I am," he whispered back.

"Paul, you're going to have to speak up, I can barely hear you."

"I can't."

"Oh?"

"I'm up against the wall looking through the hole into Jo's room."

Sunita's heart skipped a beat. "Which one's Jo?"

"The big-titted blonde…she's bought a guy back home."

Sunita felt her thighs slide part. "Paul, don't…"

"You know you want me too, Sunita…"

Her half hearted protests stifled by her internal hunger, any resistance was futile.

"They're just kissing at the moment," reported Paul in hushed tones.

"And what are YOU doing?" she giggled.

She could picture Paul's grin as she became as embroiled in the illicit scene as he was. "I'm just stroking it – gently."

His little gasps punctuated the silence that followed, before Sunita gained the courage to play along. "Tell me what it looks like," she prompted breathlessly, glancing around to ensure no one was looking her way.

Thankfully all but the team leader Brian were engrossed in their own conversations, on what was a busy night, though she could not deny that the thrill of being caught added a real edge. Brian occasionally looked her way but there was nothing in his demeanour to suggest Sunita had been rumbled.

I can't believe I'm doing this, she said to herself, legs spread and rubbing her pussy through her panties. Suddenly Brian, brushed by, mere feet away and Sunita felt herself blush so deeply it must surely have shown through the dusky complexion. Brian issued a smile, prompting Sunita to wonder whether he did know her secret – or whether he'd like to. The thought made her hotter yet, particular since he was a handsome man for someone nearing retirement age. God, in the space of a week and a half she been transformed from a naïve innocent into a wanton slut.

Suddenly Paul dragged her back into his sordid world. "My cock? Mmmmmmm, it's about 6 inches long, pretty average length," Paul confided, "though it's really nice and thick."

"Oh yeah," breathed Sunita, wanting to cum so hard yet not wanting to. "Would it stretch my tight little pussy?"

"Oh it would," enthused Paul, emitting a low growl. "The head is all purple and bulbous…Oh wow…"

"What? Tell me?"

"Next door, he's helping her out of her shirt."

Sunita could hear quite audibly the slap of flesh as Paul's fist eagerly worked his big fat tool. "Oh Jesus Sunita, he has her massive tits in his hands and he's sucking her nipples."

Once more Sunita's bottom lip came under attack from her incisors as she fought to regulate her breathing. Three digits worked tirelessly back and forth over her clit, a gooey puddle forming on the chair. Yet, despite Brian's sly glances her way she had gone way past the point of no return. Paul's voiced upped a pitch as he imparted: "Now she has his cock out…Mmmmmmmm, I think she's going to give him a blowjob. Oh Jo, you dirty little slut," he hissed through gritted teeth.

Sunita visualised the scene borne of Paul's lucid commentary, imagining the young female student's blonde hair brushing her boyfriend's thighs like a veil as she sucked eagerly. Her clit could barely take any more. "Oh she's plunging up and down like a real slut," gasped Paul, evidently close as well.

"Oh ohhhhhhh," moaned Sunita, a little too loudly as a fingernail scraped her clit.

Once more Brian's eyes came to rest on hers from across the room as Sunita battled to straighten her face.

"Oh yesssssss, he's going to cum on her tits," commentated Paul. "Oh Jesus, I'm cumming tooooooo."

Sunita swore she could hear the ejaculation, a gush of hot seed from Paul's thick cock, before suddenly she was engulfed in her own climax, clamping her legs shut so as not to squirt all over the carpet. Brian was staring now, quite blantantly, his eyes unerring. Sunita issued a friendly smile before enquiring in a whisper: "Paul, are you still there?"

But he'd called off.