Little loo

Sandra Small took a sip of her piping hot cup of coffee as she scanned several new reports that had been left on her desk by her boss, Mr. Olsen. It was still not quite eight o'clock so the office was still pretty empty. Sandra liked to get in early before the daily onslaught of e-mails, phone calls, and voice mails would inundate her. It was a quiet time to get her paper work taken care of without the constant interruptions that were a normal part of her business day. She was just about to slice open another piece of mail when out of the corner of her eye she spied little Loo Wong setting down in her desk on the other side of the office. "Good morning, Loo," Sandra sang out. "Uh, good morning Mrs. Small," the young Asian replied. Sandra smiled to herself at the over courteousness of the young woman and shot back, "What did I tell you about last names, dear?" "Please call me Sandra, after all we are coworkers!" "I-I'm sorry, Sandra," Loo replied softly, "I'll try to remember that." Even though the Loo was an overly respectable young woman, she usually was quick with a quip and quite out going. But today she seemed different, almost standoffish. A slightly concerned Sandra put down the paperwork and made her way over to Loo's desk.

"You okay, hon?" Sandra asked gently while giving the little Asian a quick once over. "You don't seem like your regular self." Loo used a handkerchief to wipe a thin film of sweat from her forehead and replied, "I-I'll be all right, I just feel a little light headed." Now Sandra was really getting concerned! Loo's face was a pasty white and her eyes didn't have their usual sparkle. Now taking control of the situation Sandra took the young woman by the arm and offered, "Come with me, I have some aspirin in my purse." "I'll be okay," Loo protested. "I'm sure you will," Sandra replied firmly, "but we're going to go to the restroom to get you cooled off." Realizing that it was useless to argue with the older woman Loo let herself be led along the long corridor the woman's bathroom. Once inside Sandra dampened a washcloth and gently wiped the perspiration from Loo's face. "Better?" she asked. "Yes," Loo answered softly. Sandra was just about to head back to their office when out of the blue Loo broke down with sobs and uttered, "I'm sorry Mrs. Olsen, but everything's not all right!" Sandra stopped dead in her tracks and turned to face the crying woman while asking gently, "I'm a good listener, dear, now tell Sandra what's bothering you."

Sandra put her arm around Loo's shoulder and gave her a hug while waiting for the young woman to explain herself. Finally after blowing her nose and sniffling she offered in a hushed voice, "I-it's a female problem." "Is that all?" Sandra asked with obvious relief. "That's normal for a woman your age, believe me, I know!" Loo shook her head from side to side and replied, "It's not that kind of problem, Mrs. Olsen." Sandra, looking a little confused, asked, "I'm sorry, dear, tell me exactly what's bothering you." "I-I'm too ashamed," she said with her head bowed. "May I show you instead?" Sandra's heart was literally breaking as she watched the poor thing looking so forlorn, so without a moment's hesitation she whispered, "Of course you may, I raised three daughters of my own!" Loo looked around as if to see if they were alone and asked, "C-can we lock the door, please?" Sandra smiled at her tiny charge and quickly turned the handle on the dead bolt lock and nodded for her to continue.

The cute little Asian then took a deep breath and slowly lifted the hem of her skirt until it was well past her tiny waist. Then with her free hand she tugged down her pale pink panties, exposing her vagina to Sandra's wide eyes. "My gosh!" Sandra gasped. "How long has it been like this?!?" "About a month," came the quiet reply. What was so stunning was that Loo's smoothly shaven vagina was incredibly puffed up and in an obvious state of extreme sexual arousal! The little organ was flushed wide open and oozing a steady flow of Bartholin's fluid. Even more incredible was that the poor dear's clitoris was engorged to the point that it was largest such organ that Sandra had ever seen! Even when her own daughter went through the same type of condition, Sandra couldn't remember Connie's clit ever even approaching such a enlarged condition. Seeing little Loo standing so helpless with her skirt pulled up made Sandra's own vagina contract involuntarily and drench her own panties with a generous gusher of pussy juice. After clearing her throat she asked softly, "Is it like this all the time?"