It was a wonderful treat .. getting to go with you to your office after hours. Our day had been filled with lovemaking but we were both a bit worn out and our bodies needed some time to recuperate. You had mentioned work was not very far and since I spent so much time chatting with you there I thought it would be fun to be able to picture you in your surroundings. We hoped in the car and in a quick few minutes we pulled up to the office.
As you slipped your key in the door, I walked up behind you and wrapped my arms around your waist as I kissed the side of your neck.. that special spot just below the ear.
"Hey, I thought we were supposed to be recovering," you giggled as you leaned back against me and pressed you ass against my hips.
"Sorry dear," I replied. "You are just too irresistible I guess."
The door unlatched and as it opened inward we stepped inside. A flip of the switch and the room was lit. You walked to your desk and sat down in your chair. You looked natural sitting there as you shuffled some unfinished work from the day around. Then you looked up and smiled that sly smile at me.
"So this is where I sit every day when we chat and you make my panties all wet with the things you write me. I'm surprised the fabric doesn't have some sort of permanent stain in it by now."
I smile, knowing that what you are saying has a grain of truth to it. You always are telling me how wet you get when I write to you or when I chat with you .. telling you all of the things that I want us to be doing with each other. I walk up behind you and rest my hands on your shoulders as I kiss the top of your head. Another giggle escapes you.
"It will be nice to able to picture you here now," I whisper as I lean close to your ear. "Squirming in this chair, your fingers reaching down to touch yourself once in a while."
"Yeah, right," you laugh. "Just what I need; to get fired for jilling off at work to my boyfriend's dirty chat. Besides, that is what the bathroom down the hall is for."
You can hear me laugh as I stand up behind you again. You turn around in the chair so you are facing me. But you are not looking at my eyes.
"My, my ... it seems that you have recovered nicely," you say as you notice the bulge in the front of my slacks. "I think I would like to make a memory or two of my own about you being here."
With that your hands reach for the button at the top of my slacks. With ease, you release it and slide them down my thighs to the floor. I hadn't bothered with the underwear when we left the hotel so my erection was straight and easily accessible as your fingers reached out and wrapped around it.
"Doesn't this thing ever go down?" you ask laughing.
"Not around you."
You lean forward in your chair and kiss the tip of my cock. Your lips wrap lightly around the very end of the head and I can feel your tongue tickling the opening. Then with another lean, you slowly slide it into your mouth; following your hand down to the base. As you slide back up, your hand follows. All I can do is moan my approval.
You slide up and down, your hand and your mouth both stroking me in unison. Again and again, you move slowly and deliberately. You slide away until I am almost released, then you capture me totally once again. I want to push against you but the feeling of your mouth wrapped around me is too wonderful. I don't want to do anything to destroy the moment.
You know my body well enough after our lovemaking sessions to know that you could make me cum in your mouth anytime you wanted too now. You can feel my body tightening and, with your hand now on my hips, you can feel my knees give way once in a while.
"You know the memory I want dear?" you ask as you slide your mouth off of my cock and look up at me.
"Anything," is all I can say.
With that you slide your hands to my belly and push me backward, almost making me trip over the pants still tangled around my ankles.
You stand up and slip your sweats down around your ankles and slowly step out of them. I'm thankful that we dressed casually for the trip to the office.
"I want to remember you licking my pussy on my desk while that ass of yours was in my chair," you say as you slide up on the edge of your desk. You spread your thighs and look into my eyes. "So, how about it?"
You really didn't need to invite me as I kick off my slacks and pull your chair under me and roll forward. I can already see the moisture on your lips as I lean forward and take your thighs over my shoulders. You move your arms back to brace yourself as I press the tip of my tongue against your lips. With a slow stroke, I trace a line between your wet lips from bottom to top; pausing only to make a circle around your opening. At the top, I tickle the underside of your clit before planting a soft kiss there.
"Damn," you exclaim.