She took her fingers off the keypad and began unbuttoning her shirt. Tipping her head up at an angle to throw me a glance, "Let the vocabulary lesson begin," she said with a gleam in her eye.
Undoing the four hooks, I told her, "This over-the-shoulder-boulder-holder will hang on the back of your writer's chair."
She laughed, "That's a new one; where'd you get that?"
"Fourth grade recess," I answered as I scooped her out of her seat and laid her on the table, before unzipping her jeans. Off came her blue polka-dotted bikinis, dropping to the floor on top of her pants.
I pushed her legs apart, sliding her hips to the table's edge. I took a seat in the chair and leaned into her moist crotch, poking my tongue onto her bud.
"Ummmm," she moaned.
I held her soft lips open, giving her long, lascivious, lashing licks, making her squirm and squeal with purring sounds of "Ah, ahh, ahhh."
"Your story's coming together nicely, between the first 'Umm' and this series of 'ahs'; I'd say you've got another dozen words added. Let me hear you cry out another seven hundred of those and then you'll have finished your short erotic story." I brought her along quickly with two fingers, stroking the wet underside interior of her secret sanctum, just the way she likes it. As I stroked her G-spot, I rolled my thumb over her engorged clit. As I rubbed, she went from a set of long groans, building into a series of staccato orgasmic screams.
"Slow down kid, I can't keep count of all those words you're screaming."
She collapsed in a post-orgasmic pool of jelly.
"What's next?"
She wiped the perspiration from her brow, "We're going to write a sequel. Only the next one is going to have more than seven hundred and fifty words."
"Sounds like a challenge," I said, unzipping my pants. "I'm up for it though." Mounting the table, I slid into her lap, thrusting my aroused writing tool between her legs. Together, we pounded out one steamy laptop composition.
