She sat at her office desk mulling over a spreadsheet file which just did not add up. After another few moment of examining the file, she took her eyes off the screen and sat back in her chair thinking. Giving up she picked up the phone and dialled an extension number.
"Graham, yes it's about that spreadsheet you gave me. It's not matching up with the others; I need you to fix it." She paused to let him speak. "Yes I know it's almost 5pm." Another pause as she rolled her eyes to no one in particular. "You better be quick then because you're not leaving unless it's done" Soon after she hung up the phone.
She slipped out feet out of her expensive high heels and rubbed her feet against her stockinged legs. She always felt her work clothes quite restive, although she did enjoy the attention her tops gave her. Today she wore a white silky top with the top buttons undone, as well as her above knee skirt with matching jacket Of course her jacket was hanging on the back of her chair as she worked. Even tho she was still at work, she knew it was getting late, so she let her hair out of the twist she always wore it in. She always felt better when her hair was out for some reason.
Sandra went back to work so intently that she did not realised how much time had passed. Finally she looked up after she noticed lights turning off. With a little squeal of horror she realised she was going to be late home for His arrival. She knew that she could not use work as an excuse for being late for Him, so she picked up everything and left, telling Graham that something had come up and that he should deal with her receptionist instead.
When she was home she did not dwindle about as she cleaned the house and having a shower. Although she enjoyed the sensation of the water directly hitting her moist lips as she shaved, she refused temptation and possible anger by Him. She was cutting it close with time. Running into the bedroom she looked at her wardrobe, her black velvet skirt was in the wash, she cursed herself for not having that particular one ready since it was his favourite. Instead deciding for something sweet and innocent, she put on her blue silk skirt which arrived just above the knee with a white soft sleeveless blouse. She accompanied her simple make-up with a pair of diamond white earrings with her diamond necklace which looked very similar to a dainty collar. She knew he would love to see her in this so she went out to the lounge room to sit and read until he arrived.
Upon entering the room Ethan quietly shut the door and dropped his bags by the entrance, the room was silent which meant his little Pet was reading. He smiled to himself and crept into their lounge room. There she was on the two seater sofa reading, her attention so completely wrapped up in her book. He stood there for just a moment admiring her body. He realised just how much he missed seeing her curvy, but toned figure, that soft light brown hair floating down her shoulders and finally those eyes. He almost died the moment she looked up at him; there she was waiting for him so patiently, but her eyes were wild for him, he could tell. This was one of those moments that he really had to struggle and strive to keep him dominance over her. It would do her no good to see him falter under that gaze she used so well.
Without saying a word, although many were exchanged via their looks, she stood up to embrace him fiercely. She whimpered once as she whispered into his ear "You've been gone far to long Sir."
For the next half hour they held each other close and spoke passionately with each other catching up for the last 3 months they were apart. After that Ethan had a quick shower and they rushed off to a dinner reservation. It was after their main course that they slowed down a little to that point in the night where the bedroom seems delightful for either sleeping or other activities.
Sandra moved in the chair after having a beautiful meal with the man of her dreams. Actually she was quite surprised she lasted this long without begging for him to let her crawl under the table. She looked over at the rugged figure at the table. His brown hair had grown a little more while he was away; it was now at that unruly stage. He had also been working out more as well, his shirt pulls around his arms a little more that before and who could miss that golden tan. Kicking off her shoes, she slid one soft naked foot over to his, rubbing up and down under his trousers. She averted her head downwards but threw him a lust filled glance. Ethan placed his wine glass on the table and looked at his pet on the other side of the small table.
"Yes my Pet." He answered her unspoken question.
'"I've missed you Sir." She spoke quietly knowing that she would actually have to ask for what her lust desired.
"I've missed you too my Pet. It's been lonely without you."
"Can I help you with that Sir?" She looked downwards completely, finally embarrassed.
"How, my pet?"
Sandra closed her eyes gathering curage. "I want to ..." She faltered. "I want to crawl under the table Sir."
Ethan smiled at her, a smirk forming on his lips. "What ever for?" He feigned surprise. "You're not a dog."
Sandra whimpered and wished to give him a pleading look but could not gather the curage to look at him. Finally her lust won out. "Please Sir, would you let your little slut suck on your massive cock?"
Ethan could not have denied her even if he wanted to. In truth he longed to be touched as much she longed to touch. When he nodded she quickly looked around before slipping under the table. Kneeling in front of him, she slid her hands up his inside legs up to the zipper of his pants and took out his hard throbbing member. She almost moaned out loud when she saw it again after 3 months.
She started by licking the entire length of the shaft. Resisting the urge to take all in one go, she slipped the tip of her tongue around the base of the head again and again until her tongue found the very tip of his hard penis. He saw his hand on his thigh reaching down to grab her hair softly. She knew this was his way of showing pleasure when they were out. She took the head into her soft wet mouth and started to suck gently. She immediately noticed that he grew a harder.
She started to wrap and whirl her tongue around his shaft as she sucked a little more into her mouth at a time. His legs her nervously shaking. His grip on her hair harder now due to pleasure. She kept going, now with almost all of his lovely cock in her mouth. She was enjoying this so much she was so temped to slide her hand down to her own wet pussy. A temptation which took all of her will to resist.
Suddenly Ethan slid his hand under the table and held it firmly on her head, keeping her head placed so that her mouth was entirely around his cock as his phone rang. He picked it up speaking almost normally when she stopped sucking.
From under the table Sandra heard Him say. "Hi mate ... No ... I said I can't, I just got back ... Yes she's with me ... Can't this wait ... Fine we'll be at the office in an hour." And then he took his hand off her head and guided her off his cock as to motion for her to get ready to leave.
Upon his command she whimpered and put away his hard cock. When she was sitting at her chair again waiting for him to pay for the bill she nervously spoke breathless words. "What is wrong Sir?"
In reply Ethan sighed and explained that Frank, the owner of where they both work, has called them both for some emergency. Sandra said not a word, trusting Him to know what is best.
Ethan reluctantly put away his cock with great difficulty. She has not lost her touch which was what made it so hard to stop. The restaurant was not that far away from where they worked, but he did not want to spoil Sandra. Ethan wanted her to do more than just ask for it. He finally managed to stand up and pay the bill without too much trouble, at least on the outside.
They walked out of the car and Ethan directed her to the driver's seat. "Dose my little slut want to drink my cum?" he spoke to her before she could turn it on.
She looked over at him, her face brightening up. "Oh yes Sir!" Her words coming out in a husky breathless moan.
"Tell me." He whispered.
"Sir, you don't know how much I've missed you. So many nights I've laid in our wet, so wet that I whimper at not being able to touch myself. Now that you here I find myself wanting to burry my head upon your rock hard cock Sir. I just want to suck it so badly. Please Sir, will you let your naughty little slut make up her naughtiness by swallowing your cock?" and with those last couple of words she flicked him one of her wickedly seductive looks.
