Working for a Living

She crawled up my body with a chesire cat-grin, her breasts rubbing against my chest. Our lips met and her tongue slid inside. I could taste my own cum as our lips pressed tightly together, our tongues fighting for dominance. My hands returning to her bare breasts, squeezing them with more urgency this time.

"Damn Jamie, you certainly know how to suck cock!"

Smiling, "Like any good craftsman, it takes practice to be good!"

"We need to get you out of those work jeans and I need to get into them to return the favor to you." I reached between her legs and squeezed her crotch. Jamie pulled back a bit but could see by the look on my face she was too slow.

"Chris, please don't be mad at me. This just got so intense so fast."

I wasn't mad but I was still trying to register what I thought I just felt through her jeans.

"What do you want me to do now?," she asked with obvious concern in her face.

"Well why don't you start by standing up and taking off your jeans. I guess I should see what you've been hiding from me all night."

She stood slowly, my eyes moving from her sexy round breasts to the crotch of her jeans. Jamie turned around and walked to the kitchen. "I think you might want another beer. I know I could use one right now," she joked as she returned with two cold ones in her hands. After handing me a beer and taking a long pull on hers, she sat the bottle down and stood four feet in front of me. She pulled down the zipper then turned around, facing away from me. As she pulled the jeans over her hips, that sexy ass came into my view. I watched as she slowly pushed the jeans down her thighs before stepping out of them. Just a sexy thong bikini was barely visible as it disappeared into her crack. A brightly-colored floral tattoo spread across ten inches of her back at her waistline.

As Jamie turned around, the front of her thong was now in full bloom. The delicate fabric barely held her in place. She started to pull it down when I stopped her.