Dave cursed himself for making a girl like Sexy Bitch - a seriously hot girl but with principles - and vowed that his next attempt would be an improvement. Or at least, she would alleviate him of the raging hard-on in his trousers!
"Hey Dave, buddy!" Chris Cummings, the overly-friendly head of IT support peered in through the open door. "How you doing?"
God, not Chris, Dave thought to himself. This guy is just too friendly and has no concept of personal space. "What's up, Chris?"
"Well pal, I just saw Sexy leave your office and wondered if that fine girl had given you a package for me, that I was expecting?"
"One sec, Chris, let me just finish... this," Dave said as he scribbled on the piece of paper with the magic pen. Chris was perfect, ripe for improvement!
"Come on in while you wait," you add, "shut the door behind you."
"Okay mate!"
Chris Cummings is a 21-year old curvaceous blond woman with a really thin waist, wide hips and a huge, jiggly butt. Chris' hair is full-bodied, wavy and long enough to reach down to her butt.
Dave looked up at Chris expecting to find a goddess, but aside from her kinky and undeniably sexy proportions, female Chris still had a dog's dinner of a face! Dave quickly fixed that:
Chris has a sweet, innocent looking face with a petite nose and thick, full lips that are naturally cherry red in color.
Dave looked up again to see Chris casually licking her plump, red lips with her tongue. Much better!
Chris doesn't often wear make-up or even dress smartly, preferring comfortable loose clothes, especially light skirts and summer dresses that complement her rear. She also likes wearing clothes that expose her cleavage, because she has enormous, beautiful tits - as big as her head! - and nipples the size of her thumbs! Chris' tits don't sag at all, they're soft but round and keep their shape when she doesn't wear a bra.
Dave was watching Chris's body as he put that final period on the page in front of him. He smiled to himself as Chris' modest mammaries explode outward to a cartoonish balloon breasts. Dave saw thick, long nipples poked through her light cotton blouse (of which only the bottom few buttons were fastened) and was enthralled with her unreal physique.
Chris shifted uneasily in her chair from the attention, pulling her knee-length frilly skirt as far as it would go over her legs. Dave took that as a cue to adjust her attitude, no more cock-teases like Sexy Bitch!
Chris Cummings is now called Creamy Cummings, but she prefers people call her by her nickname, 'Cookie'.
No amount of touching, kissing, heavy petting or sexual foreplay is considered inappropriate behavior by Creamy. She sees it all as good fun so long as she's enjoying it, and she especially enjoys it with me. Creamy has highly sensitive skin, to the degree that just the feel of her clothing keeps her sexually charged all day. Creamy thinks every idea of mine is a good one, especially if it involves sex!
Dave couldn't help but admire his handiwork. Cookie, for her part, was admiring him right back.
"Well baby, I take it by the lengthy look at my twins means you're finished with what you were doing," she cooed, with an added wink. "So can I grab my package now, stud?"
"Sorry Cookie," Dave said with a leer as he adjusted the zipper on his pants, "not unless you grab my package too."
"Oh baby," she giggled as she left her chair and approached Dave, "I was going to do that anyway!"