#helbabs

The sound of Barbara’s fingers typing the keys on your laptop echoed throughout the room. You stared as you watched her furrowed brows and bitten lip— how she usually looked when she was deep in concentration.

“You know, it’s probably nothing.” You blurt out. Barbara stops what she’s doing and shoots you a quick side eye before returning to typing.

“This is your third virus this month.” She deadpans. You scoff at her exaggeration, suppressing a giggle simultaneously. “Besides,” Barbara starts, “you need a backup.”

Minutes go by after she connected your laptop to a hard drive, her attention back on you with no other choice as you rambled to her about something she probably didn’t care about, but still, Barbara listened. You sat on the ottoman next to her desk, the same spot you sit in every time your conveniently shitty computer stops working.

Barbara’s eyes were glued to yours, awkwardly trying to balance how much she looked at you, your laptop and hilariously, your cleavage. You’d caught her wandering eyes the last time you found yourself knocking on her door when you bent over to pick up a pen she dropped near her chair. You noticed the way she quickly looked in the other direction, eyes averting your gaze by the time you stood back up.

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t like the attention. And if you said you didn’t think she was extremely attractive. That’s why you wanted to confirm if you were right about what you saw last time, today sitting beside her in your favorite lowly-cut top, your cleavage exposed and on full display for Barbara.

Barbara looks away to check your laptop, sliding it over between the two of you. “It should be completed. Just let me check something…” She trails off as you watch the way her middle fingers slide across the touchpad. She clicks on a file on your laptop and before you know it, plastered across your screen are topless webcam pictures of you. Some have you holding your tits with your mouth in part of the frame, others with you sprawled out on your bed, your ass in the air lustfully for the picture.

Barbra let out a soft oh the first glance, and a second, more shocked oh once she realized it was you in the pictures. A hushed string of curse words leave her mouth as she quickly tries to click out of it. You reach over, deciding to just shut the laptop instead.

“I- I’m so sorry, I don’t–” Barbara stammered, her hands covering her face behind her glasses.

“No, no,” You start, waving your hand dismissively, “I forgot I took those.” You mumble, sheepishly. Barabara’s face flushed a deep shade of pink. You were almost embarrassed yourself, but seeing the effect it had on Barbara made you slowly forget the feeling. An awkward beat of silence passes with still no word from Barbara as she tapped her fingers incessantly on the desk in front of her.

“Geez, Babs.” You chuckle, “it’s just boobs.” You say, teasing.

She scoffs as she pushes up her glasses, shaking her head. “Yeah, your boobs.” she retorts humorlessly.

You lean forward a barely noticeable amount. Or so you thought. Barbara’s eyes dart to your chest, immediately noticing your sudden change in position. Her eyes blink away quickly.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You inquire, feigning ignorance.

Barbara opens her mouth to speak, but no words fell out.

You scoot closer, whispering. “Don’t act like I haven’t caught you staring.”

“I mean, I don’t care, but…” You add, trailing off. Paired with a teasing grin.

Barbara looked like she was about to explode, her face flustered beyond recognition. Her chest heaves up and down as her eyes are reluctant to meet yours once more. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She babbled, fumbling with her hands.

You practically crawl towards her, slowly encroaching more and more into her personal space. Barbara’s eyes widened in response as you were able to feel the heat emanating off of her body. You notice her hand on the push rim of her wheelchair, presumably in an attempt to move backwards. You beat her to it as your hand pushes the brake on her chair, stopping her in place and leaving her with nothing but you in front of her. Barbara’s eyes close in defeat with her chest still heaving before you. Your lips curl into a cheeky grin.

“You’re annoying.” She says through her teeth.

“And you’re not even looking me in the eye.” You retort, clicking your tongue. Barbara chuckles dryly.

“Yeah well,” She breathes, “you’re not making that any easier.” You make sure she’s watching you as your eyes flicker between her lips and her eyes. You rest your hands on either side of her legs in the chair, holding yourself up on the empty of the seat, exhibiting your chest for her only. Her eyes widened, reveling in her luck.

You straighten up, stepping closer to Barbara. Suddenly feeling bold, you finally touch her. You drag your hand on top of hers, light and teasing. Barbara watches your hand, anticipating your next move.

You whisper, voice loud enough only for Barbara to hear. “Wanna feel?”

Her eyes darted to yours, her eyebrows almost reaching her hairline. She didn’t say anything as her mouth was slightly agape. You almost retreat your hand before Barbara, with curious eyes looking up at you, nods her head obediently.

Oh?

You grab her hand as you gently move it to your hip, slowly trailing it up your torso until it reaches the curve of your tit through your shirt. Barbara’s gaze was burning onto your hand on hers, her mouth still ajar in disbelief. You grab her other hand, attaching it to your unoccupied breast as you copy your previous action. You inhale sharply at the sensation.

You squeeze Barbara’s hands, urging her to take the hint and the lead simultaneously. She looks in your eyes for confirmation as you give her a quick nod through hooded eyes. Barbara sucked her bottom lip into her mouth, biting down on it subconsciously. She gave your boobs a firm squeeze with both of her hands before kneading them, one in each hand. You looked down, watching the veins in Barbara’s slender fingers appear and retract whenever she massaged your breasts. Your mind ran further than it usually does, the feeling of her hands on your body getting you hot and turned on by the minute— if you weren’t already there.

Barbara looked to have felt the same as the astonished look on her face was replaced with something more needy. Her eyes were low and her lip still strained between her teeth.

“Admit that you’ve been staring and I’ll lose the shirt.” You say plainly, lifting up your shirt slightly. Barbara looks at you before chuckling, probably at your audacity. Then she speaks, realizing the offer on the table.

“You’ve been teasing me.”

“Doesn’t sound like a confession to me.” You shrug, teasingly raising your shirt back down.

“Fuck, wait, just—“ Barbara stuttered. “Yes. I’ve been looking… at you.” She says, sheepishly.

You grin, already taking off your shirt, not putting up any more of a front as you needed her bare hands on your body just as quickly. You discard your shirt across the room, leaving you in your bra. You unhook it with haste as you’re left completely topless in front of Barbara.

She pulls you closer by your hips, her cold hands mixing with the warm of your skin. Her hands rub up the side of your body, “Wow...” Barbara gasps, hands eventually engulfing themselves around your newly bare tits. You whine involuntarily in response. She massages your tits, kneading them between her fingers while her gaze flickers back and forth between your breasts and the look on your face as she touches you. She pinches your nipples and you practically yelp, accompanied by a moan soon after.

“This is all I’ve wanted.” Barbara confesses, probably intended for herself. You feel your face go hot at the thought of Barbara thinking about you. It wasn’t like you didn’t know she was already doing that, but the perverse thought alone of her aching to touch your boobs or sneakily stealing glances when you leaned over or bent down— seemingly oblivious to her prying eyes— well, it excited you.

She hooked your legs so that one rested on the floor and the other was hoisted up by your knee on the other side of her lap, ultimately bringing you closer to her momentarily. Her hands traveled up your back, rubbing your skin determinedly as they eventually found themselves back on your breasts. Barbara looks up at you with a needy look in her eyes, she opens her mouth near your nipple and you nod, giving her the go to do as she pleases.

Barbara’s hands return to your back as you’re able to feel her breath, hot and airy on your nipple. She looks you in the eye as she slips it past her lips, her slick mouth embracing your nipple entirely. Your hands rest on the back of her neck, mindlessly scratching the hair at her nape as you moan softly. She sucks slowly, rolling it between her slick, velvet tongue, grazing it with her teeth teasingly. She sucks for a bit more before switching to your other nipple, her hands finding themselves on your backside, rubbing over your bare back and ass simultaneously. Your grip a handful of her hair, moaning as you nurse her. “I want more, Babs.” You begged into the moan.

Barbara retreats slightly, her eyes big and daring as she nods her head. She takes a quick glance around her loft before signaling with her head to bed on the other side of the room. You shift off her lap, undoing the brake on her chair for her in one swift motion. Barbara shakes her head into a smile, following behind you on the way to her bed. You crawl on top of her sheets, sitting on your elbows near the middle. She halts her wheelchair, hoisting her body up and onto the bed. You hungrily watched the muscles in her arm flex, popping out of the sleeves of her tight shirt.

You lean in, needing to be closer to her. She looks up at you, panting softly as her eyes blink to your lips. “Can I...” She asks in a hushed tone. With a breathy yes, you waste no time attaching your lips to hers. Barbara, to your surprise, takes the lead. Her hands slide to the back of your neck, pulling you closer as she kisses you, angling her head for more access to your mouth. “I need you.” She confesses, followed by a whine into your mouth as you chase the kiss, copying her noises in equal stimulation. You feel one of her hands glove your breast, your nipple sliding between the slots on her fingers.

Barbara kisses down your neck, trading the hands on your tits to tug at the waist of your shorts. She fumbles with the drawstrings frantically, trying to lose them as quickly as possible.

“You’re eager.” You comment, trying to tease her.

“Maybe I’m just giving you what you want.” Barbara retorts, her fingers slipping into your waistband.

“Maybe I’m tired of your teasing.” She adds, whispering, tugging your shorts and underwear down to your knees. You pull back to discard the rest of your clothes, leaving you completely naked under Barbara’s touch. Her mouth finds your boobs again as her hands rub anywhere they could reach.

She pulls off your tits with a pop, looking up at your features, “sit on my face?”

You blink, her expression unfaltered. “Fuck— yeah. Okay.” You say, not expecting the boldness of which she asked. Barbara readjusts before laying down on the bed. She peers at you through her eyelids with her lips curling into a grin. Come on, she mouths.

You crawl towards her slowly, holding yourself up on her headboard as your leg raises to efficiently straddle her face. You look down, barely able to see Barbara. You see her muscled forearms snake themselves around your thighs, using her equally veiny hands to get you to sit flush on her face.

You immediately feel Barbara’s jaw unlatch between your legs, her breath hot against your pussy. She presses a slow kiss to your clit and your eyes flutter uncontrollably. You curse, your hand going to grab a handful of her ginger locks. She licks a few stripes along your pussy, slow and firm, wanting to taste as much of you as she can. You let out a long mewl at the feeling of her wet tongue exploring your pussy. Barbara’s hands tighten on your thighs.

Her mouth whelms your clit, sucking it into her mouth, pairing it with short, pulsating licks to the surrounding area. She whimpers against your pussy and you’re able to feel the reset in her jaw as she’s able to work her mouth even harder.

“Shit, your mouth,” you start, eyes cinched shut, “feels so good.” You say, gasping into a whine. She moans in response, her fingernails sinking into the flesh on your thighs as the vibrations from her mouth made your hips buck against her mouth involuntarily. Still gripping her hair, you use it to grind your pussy against her face at an angle, each drag of your hips drawing more strained and needy moans from you.

Barbara uses the hands that were occupying your thighs to pull you down closer on her face as you use it to get yourself off, her lips, tongue and jaw lapping altogether to stimulate you— make you feel as good as you always looked to her. As good as she’s been aching to make you feel. Barbara moans into your pussy resonantly as you rut your hips against her face, throwing your head back in ecstasy.

You angled her face as Barbara continued to nose your clit, obscenely eager to tip you over the edge. She couldn’t help herself as she frees a hand, sliding it up your torso and cupping your breast. She kneads it like she did before. She lets out another moan and you could tell it was for a different reason this time. More deep and drawn out on the count of being able to touch your tits again, of course.

You grind against her more desperately now. “Close.” You warn, whimpering out into the empty room. She works at your pussy even faster. Harder. Her natural resolute coming out in how she was actively determined to please you at this very moment.

Barbara’s eyes flicker open to look up at you, wanting to get a good look at your face and your reactions to her while you come. Her tongue flicked on your clit, her lips enclosing to make out with it from under you simultaneously. You curse and beg, but Barbara can only persist, each of her hands full with each of your tits.

She sucks your clit one more time before you let your orgasm wrack your entire body. Your thighs squeeze Barbara’s head, threatening to crush it involuntarily. Your grip in her hair tightens as you moan wantonly, Barbara still sending you vibrations to your pussy from her mouth. You cry and shake, still rocking yourself against her mouth sloppily.

You have to practically unlatch Barbara from your body, long after you came as she continued to hold you down and lap at your pussy. She whined when you pulled away and settled in the spot next to her. You could barely keep yourself up though as you eventually crash, laying down right beside Barbara.

She turned her head, smiling, baring her teeth at you. Her chest was still heaving and her entire lower face was shiny, slick with the wet from your pussy on her face just moments ago. “Are you alright?” Barbara rasps, smoothing out her messy hair.

“Yes. More than alright.” You assure, still only partially trying to catch your breath.