The Braless 70's
It all started with her erect nipples staring at me every day. She was a rather slender Latin girl. We went to the same High School; knew each other but were in different crowds. At the time this happened, we were our mid thirties. She started to work for me a year earlier and we wound up as the only two left in the company during a transition stage. We had moved to a small office and were regrouping after a bad Business cycle. After about a month of close proximity, we began to talk about everything under the sun, her live-in boyfriend, my pain in the ass wife, kids, sex but it was all innocent.
I often would go to the bathroom and jerk off after getting a very long and close look at her perky tits with large, dark areolas. This was the seventies and she rarely wore a bra. One day she walks into the bathroom (we shared a single rest room) and I had my gland in my hand smacking away. She was startled and said she was sorry. I said, 'It's all your fault'. I tucked myself in and went out to continue the discussion. I explained to her that I usually did this same thing and that now that she knew and was responsible, I would like to finish what I started. I asked her to give me a better show so that I could finish. To my surprise she opened her blouse to a perfect and unobstructed view. I blew my load and thanked her for her assistance.
After I finished, I asked her if she thought I was crazy. She said no, she understood and I then asked her if she masturbated. She said it was the only way she could get off because intercourse did not do it. I asked her to show me how she did it. She said not today - it was bad timing.
The next day, I waited for the appropriate time and told her it was time for me to take care of myself and asked her if she would help. She proceeded to give me a great hand job and I thanked her. I asked her if I could reciprocate and she said not today.
This went on for a month, the same routine every workday! Finally, she let me see her closely shaved pussy and I was able to diddle her to orgasm. An interesting thing happened in the middle. She said she couldn't come unless she sucked on my cock. I was happy to oblige. She sucked me off and I diddled her to a wonderful orgasm.
This routine went on everyday for six months. Sometimes I would suck her wonderful nipples and she would diddle herself and suck me off, sometimes she would just suck me off and sometimes she would do herself, while I did myself.
Unfortunately, all good things come to an end, but I have almost twelve months of the best daily masturbation ritual one could ask for. I still picture that beautiful, puffy-lipped pussy, 32-C tits with large, dark areolas and remember ---- the good old days!