The crazy tech wiz who headed our company was going to have us test his new app.

We’d use our phones to “track and capture” one another on the city streets — sort of a digital hide-and-seek. While the game sounded fun, all I could think of was how my pussy ached for Marcie.

Marcie was a lovely nimble woman who’d been hired a few weeks ago. Her spiky jet-black hair nicely contrasted with her creamy complexion. She had bewitching green eyes and moved like a slinking jungle cat.

I’d wanted her from the second I saw her. She was flirty and confident, and liked to tease both male and female coworkers. But with me she was always clipped and formal, responding blankly to any flirtatious overtures I made.

But the night before the exercise, she’d emailed me a link to a website. The photos there featured her in all sorts of sexy outfits — leather miniskirts, G-strings, boots, lingerie. My eyes had popped. Her body was a curvy masterpiece, with lush tits and a firm ass.

Naturally, I’d frantically fingered myself while enjoying these sensual images of my colleague. Only after I’d brought myself to a fierce climax did I wonder why she’d sent that link to me.

Then I read her message: “A hunt makes the capture all the sweeter.”

I suddenly became very motivated. The night of the test, we all assembled in a parking lot and divided into two teams: hunters and prey. The app was installed on our cell phones, and the game would take place within ten square blocks. Prey got a head start. Hunters would then start their pursuit; they’d get a notification on their phones when they were close to any prey. Once they got near enough for the app’s facial recognition feature to work, hunters were to take a picture to “capture” their prey.

The game’s twist? Every 15 minutes, hunters and prey automatically reversed roles.

I was starting out as a hunter. Marcie was prey. I went up to her and said with a sly smile, “Good luck.”

Stiffly, she said, “Thank you.” But I saw a twinkle in her eyes. Images of her clad in lace and leather were burned in my brain, spurring me on.

The 20 employees who were tagged as prey scattered every which way. We hunters stood around for five minutes, then set out. Some had decided to stalk others in packs, but I went lone wolf, heading straight for the street I’d seen Marcie go down.

Immediately, I saw how much fun the game could be. It was like a scavenger hunt crossed with paintball. My phone blipped, and I consulted the app’s map. Prey was near. I hurried along another street. Private property was off limits, but I realized how many permitted places there were to hide out.

Suddenly, somebody sprang up from behind a mailbox and went scampering past me, laughing. I tried to get my phone up in time to take a photo, but the person was too fast. I didn’t follow. It wasn’t Marcie, and in truth she was all I was after.

I searched some more. Then the first 15 minutes were up, and the app signaled I’d become prey. Forced into the spirit of the game, I ducked down behind a line of cars, looking for places to conceal myself. I didn’t want to get caught and be out of the contest. Marcie and I were playing a deeper game. I wanted to catch up to her and put my fingers and tongue into her. I wanted to feel her come and then hold her spiky-haired head while I jammed my pussy against her mouth.

As prey, I had two close calls. Once, Jim from accounting nearly nabbed me. Then a pack of my coworkers came charging down the sidewalk, each trying to get close enough for a photo. But I outran those slowpokes. I had to last until the roles reversed again. Bystanders on the street ignored our group’s manic antics.

Another 15 minutes had elapsed. I was a hunter again. The app also kept a tally of how many players had been captured. Over half had been snagged by that point. The goal was to be the last person standing, or at least be on what was left of the hunter team when the final prey was captured.

I stopped. I knew this part of the city. I tried to think what Marcie would do. She would want me to find her — but someplace isolated. Then I had it. The park!

I took off at a run, headed for the little strip of green several blocks away. It had a baseball diamond and was screened by trees. I peered through to the open grass. I saw a lithe figure. My breath caught. Marcie! My phone signaled our proximity, and hers had to be doing the same. She suddenly bounded away from me, sprinting across the diamond. She wasn’t going to make this easy.

I broke cover and charged after her. She went behind the backstop’s fence, and I raced quickly around the other side and cut her off. I held up my phone. She grinned and said, “You got me.”

But thoughts of taking her photo to “capture” her vanished as she unzipped her sweatshirt. Dim light fell through the chain-link, making diamond-shaped patterns on her tits as she bared them to me. She slipped her fingers into the waistband of her sweatpants and slid them down her trimly muscled legs. Her pubic curls were as dark as her spiky hair. She stood nude before me.

She was beautiful. Ravishing. I had to touch her and taste her. I lunged forward and put my hands on those luscious tits. Her nipples were stiff buds. When I squeezed them, she let out a purring moan. I set my mouth on hers, feeling her soft lips. I thrust my tongue through them, met hers, and we kissed fiercely.

Her creamy skin was like silk. I ran my eager hands over her body, reaching behind to grab the sweet swells of her ass. I grazed a fingertip over the pucker of her asshole, and she released a startled, lustful squeal.

I kissed her throat and bent to suck on her tits. I flicked those hard nips with my tongue, then nibbled on them. I kissed my way farther down her taut body. I knelt in the dirt behind the backstop fence; dark trees closed us in on the other side.

I inhaled the tantalizing scent of her sex. Excitement raged through me. My pussy flowed, and my nerve endings popped with anticipation. Marcie hooked a thigh over my shoulder, and I took my first lick of her.

Her flavor hit my tongue like electricity. My muscles jumped, and my senses came crazily alive. Breathing in more of her aroma, I traced her damp folds with my tongue tip. Then, finding my way in the dim evening light, I slipped my tongue inside her. She dribbled hot juice into my mouth. I stabbed deeper. Her clit pulsed with a lively tempo.

“When her tongue touched my cunt, I jolted so hard I nearly lost my balance.”

I feasted on her quivering nub. Her hips jerked. She humped my open mouth, grinding her pussy against my face. I clutched her ass, and she reached down to seize a fistful of my hair. I licked and probed her with my tongue. She growled and released a delicious burst of juice that soaked my face.

But I wanted to taste more of her. I shifted her until she faced the fence. As I spread the halves of her tight ass with my fingers, she grasped the chain-link and thrust out her butt, moaning with need.

I drew my tongue along her crevice until I reached the crinkled circle of her asshole. I teased her around the edges of it. Her body writhed. The chain-link shook. Finally, neither of us could stand the teasing any longer. I put my tongue right on the sensitive ring, wiggling it inside.

Marcie jammed her ass eagerly against my mouth. I delved deep inside her, reaching those vulnerable nerve endings that delivered so much pleasure. She bucked and wriggled. A choked cry rose in her throat, reaching a crescendo. I felt her quake through another ferocious climax.

I stood up, dazed. Marcie hung there a moment, then turned to face me. It was only then I realized I was still fully dressed. She quickly remedied that, tugging off my clothes until we were naked together. She took me in her arms and kissed me, getting all the flavors of herself that coated my tongue.

Her hands cupped my tits. She stooped to suck on my erect nipples. Pleasure twanged through me, touching every nerve cluster. I sighed as she went farther down, kissing my flat belly and sliding her tongue over my navel. She knelt before me. As she’d done to me, I put my thigh over her shoulder. She held my ass firmly, and I felt her hot breath on my slick pussy lips.

When her tongue touched my cunt, I jolted so hard I nearly lost my balance. But she kept me upright and quested deeper into me. Her tongue was nimble. She found my throbbing clit and gently batted and caressed it. My excitement built implacably. My hips moved of their own will. I smeared my pussy juice all over her face. I reached for two handfuls of that jet-black hair. With the spiky strands between my fingers, I humped hard against her mouth and came with a drenching release.

The pleasure whirled through me. My body seemed to crackle with invisible energy. She kept her mouth in place, drinking everything I gave her. When at last she sat back, I looked down on her gleaming face. She grinned at me.

Then she moved me to face the backstop. A new wave of excitement overtook me as I gripped the chain-link. Her fingers parted the halves of my ass. I bent forward, giving her the best access possible, desperate for more attention from her mouth.

Her tongue touched my asshole, and fresh joy hit me. I hung there on the fence, feeling helpless, exposed and delighted. I had wanted this woman so badly, and she had made me earn her attention. It had been worth every effort.

Marcie reamed out my back hole with her agile tongue. I heard the slurping sounds she made. I thrust back, wanting her as deeply as I could have her. She lapped at me fearlessly. Before long, I was wriggling, grunting, crying. A monstrous climax rose from the core of my being and flowed out over me, consuming every part of me. The bliss devoured me, and I let go of the fence.

We held each other, and kissed softly. It was Marcie who remembered the game was still on and we could be caught at any moment. So I got out my phone and took a photo of her, capturing the night forever.