Paul & Jane Part 2

Paul walked around the desk until he was standing behind the young woman. She was just letting out a deep breath after her laughter, then gasped as he bent over and gently kissed her neck. She smelled professionally clean, with just a whiff of pleasant exertion from their hustle to the elevator. "A girl who’s so good at her work deserves a chance to be bad," he whispered, then kissed again.

Tracy melted into the kiss for just a moment before pushing herself away. "This isn’t- No, I mean, I-"

"Wait just five minutes," Paul whispered, "And tell me then if you can’t." He brushed his lips lightly under her ear, and her breathing grew as heavy as it had been in the elevator. Paul’s hand lightly touched Tracy’s hip, slowly moving in a small circle there to accustom her to the sensation. Giving her ear a small lick and a nip, he noticed her legs were still spread wide and her tail, previously tiredly hanging, now languorously flicked back and forth.

His fingertips slid subtly from her hip to the inside of her thigh. She squeaked, and Paul murmured, "Five minutes..." as his strong paw began slowly moving in circles between her legs. She let out a long, slow gasp as he did. Her hand started tracing small circles, in time with the ones Paul was making, on her belly. Every revolution brought her fingers closer to her breasts. From her neck, which he was again kissing, Paul could see a hint of cleavage. He wanted to see more.

Paul’s other hand traced its way over her shoulder until it rested on her still inactive hand. He gave it an intimate squeeze, then led it to her breast and made a circling motion with it around where her nipple must be. Tracy almost instantly picked up the motion on her own. Her legs flexed, pushing her crotch into Paul’s hand, and he knew that he’d found a combination her body liked.

With Tracy caressing one of her breasts, Paul reached for the other. He fondled it softly through the fabric of her shirt. With expert timing, he breathed sensually on her ear just as he flicked her topmost button open. Her only response was an aroused purr. The older bear could see more of her breasts, now, and the top of what appeared to be a lacy, red brassiere.

Paul reached under her shirt until he found her nipple, giving it a little tweak through the lace. "Looks like someone wanted to be sexy on the inside," he teased, and gave her an extra-hard rub between the legs. She nodded, eyes closed, and gave a soft, short moan.

The clock read 3:04. Reluctantly, he pulled his hand from her breast, lifted his head from her neck, and stopped massaging her down there. Paul turned the chair so she was facing him. "I’ve had my five minutes," he said, his fingers brushing up and down the inside of her thigh. "Now you can tell me if you want to leave."