Ray Mills: Brothers Ball Best

"You know what I mean," Dusty whispered. "I saw you looking at my tits.

Wouldn't you like to unbutton my shirt? You know you would. And kiss them? Kiss me all over? Wouldn't you, Shari?"

"Of course not."

Dusty's beautiful face and sensual mouth came even closer to Shari. The girl's green eyes swirled with murky invitations.

"Haven't you ever done it with a girl?" Dusty whispered.

Shari shook her head nervously. She looked around the restroom and saw that they were alone. Still, somebody could come in at an instant.

"Wouldn't you like to?" Dusty smiled.

"No… no, I wou-"

But before she could finish, Dusty's parted lips came down on Shari's mouth. The kiss was scorching and eager, and Dusty's tongue slithered between Shari's teeth before she could close them.

"Ahhhnnnn!" Shari groaned softly, pulling quickly away.

Both of them were flushed and panting excitedly. Shari couldn't believe the feelings she was having. She was burning with shame, but her pussy was flowing and pulsing heatedly. Her thighs were quivering uncontrollably.

"I… I don't believe you actually did that," she said, trying to seem scandalized.

"Don't be silly," Dusty murmured, her eyes pulsing with sex and desire.

"Of course you believe it. You wanted me to do more. You want to fuck me, and you want me to fuck you!"

"I do not!"

But her voice sounded unconvincing even to Shari.

Dusty moved closer to her again, but Shari kept backing away. Dusty's hot eyes were mesmerizing, and her voice was low and husky and soft.

"Shari, you want me to slip my tongue into your sweet pussy the same way I just slipped it into your mouth," the girl murmured.

"No, no!" Shari whimpered, looking behind her desperately.

She was close to the exit. Without saying another word to Dusty, she turned and fled through the door. Standing outside in the hallway, she took several deep breaths, trying to regain her composure.

Her pulse was still racing, and her cunt wet. She decided to take the elevator down to the building lobby. Maybe a quick walk around the block would calm her down enough for her to go back to work.

While she was waiting for the elevator, her boss Mr. Shuman walked by.

He was young, about thirty, and very handsome, with shaggy brown hair, a square jaw, and broad shoulders. And Shari knew he had the hots for her. His grey-blue eyes were always undressing her.

He was no different now. His eyes lingered on the buttons of her blouse as if he would like to unfasten each one slowly. He stopped to talk to her. Shari grew nervous.

"Well, hi, there, Shari," he said calmly, his eyes on her swelling young tits under her blouse. "I haven't seen you very much lately. I guess I've been too busy."

"Hi, Mr. Shuman," she said, trying to seem demure, which wasn't easy when she could feel her own cunt juices running down her thigh.

Flirting with him, on top of what had happened with Dusty, aroused Shari so much that she felt her knees weaken. Her pulse hammered in her throat.

"Going downstairs?" he asked. "I'll ride along with you."

Shari smiled, not knowing what to say. But Mr. Shuman kept talking, at the same time caressing her body with his eyes. He wasn't looking at her in a rude way, but only as if to say that he would like to hold her and fuck her thoroughly.

"I guess I've never told you that you're really gorgeous, have I, Shari," he said. "Somehow, you just make a man… I don't know, sort of fill up with desire when he sees you."

Shari blushed. He was saying such intimate things to her. She didn't know how to respond. She found herself wishing he would grab her and kiss her just to make a spoken response unnecessary.

Finally the elevator came. It was empty. She stepped inside with Mr.

Shuman. Almost as soon as the doors slid shut he backed her against a wall. His face came down to hers.

"Shari-"

"Don't talk," she said.

Quickly his mouth came down on hers, and their tongues dueled heatedly.

His hands came up to her full tits and squeezed them through the cloth of her blouse and bra. Shari thought she was going to faint.

"Oh Jesus!" she sighed.

His lips were on her neck. His fingers unbuttoned one of the buttons on her blouse. Shari whimpered softly.

"God, Mr. Shuman, what if the elevator stops?" she asked in a tiny voice.

"Oh, I can take care of that." He grinned.

With one hand he reached out and hit the large red button on the control panel. The elevator abruptly stopped in place. The silence was complete, except for their excited panting.

They both looked down at his fingers on Shari's second button.

"Shall I?" he asked.

Slowly, she nodded. Quickly he unbuttoned three more of her buttons.

She was wearing a bra that clasped in front between the two firm globes of her upthrust young tits.

Her eyes wide and smoky with lust, she gazed up at him from under her heavy eyelids and slowly undid the clasp. He slipped his hands under the cups of her bra and filled them with the springy warm balls of flesh. Shari almost swooned with sexual excitement.

"Don't you think they'll be wondering about the elevator?" she whispered.

But Mr. Shuman seemed hypnotized by the perfection of the two scrumptious tits he held in his hands. Without answering, he bent his head and sucked one of Shari's soft swollen nipples into his mouth. His tongue curled around it, making Shari quiver and moan softly.

She could hardly believe this was happening. Her body trembled. Her nipple throbbed inside his sucking mouth, growing stiff and pointed. He let it go and devoured the other one the same way.

"Ohhhnnnn! Oh God, Mr. Shuman, God, it feels so good!" Shari moaned softly.

Her body grew pliant and yielding. She wanted to slump to the floor and pull him on top of her. She wanted him to fuck her.

But then she remembered where they were. She couldn't stop herself from dropping her hand to his crotch. She squeezed the hard bulge there, wanting to feel his cock inside of her.

"Oh Jesus, we can't do this here!" she whimpered. "Someone will fix it!

We're between floors!"

"I've always wanted you so bad, Shari!" Mr. Shuman panted.

He sucked her nipples again heatedly, making her wince with pleasure.

She got his fly open, one hand inside his pants. She found the elastic band of his shorts and was just about to slip her hand down to his hot cock when the telephone in the elevator rang.

Shari jumped. Mr. Shuman froze. He grabbed the phone.

"Hi, this is Brad Shuman," he said. "We had a minor emergency in the elevator, but I think I've got it going now."

He disengaged the stop button. The elevator started down again. Shari closed her bra and buttoned her blouse back up. She smoothed her hair.

"Yes, thanks very much. It's okay now. That's right," he said, then hung up the phone.

Shari pointed to his open fly. He grinned and zipped it up just as the elevator doors opened on the tenth floor. He took Shari's elbow and drew her out of the elevator, past the people who were waiting.

"Come with me," he said under his breath.

He led her down one corridor, then another. Finally they reached a locked door. He took out his key and opened it. Shari went inside the room with him.

"Executive washroom," he said.

She glimpsed a sofa by the window, all she could see before he grabbed her and started kissing her wildly again.

"Oh, Brad, what if somebody comes in?" she murmured as he tore at her clothes.

"They won't," he said. "Nobody has a key to this one but me."

But Shari was so overcome with lust that she probably would have yielded no matter what.

He quickly got her blouse open again, pulling her toward the sofa at the same time. Shari unknotted his tie, kissing him eagerly at the same time. She slipped her tongue into his mouth and Frenched him in a hot frenzy.