Valentine's Day is Special
Author's notes: This is for the Valentine's Day contest. Please vote and comment. I hope you enjoy it.
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Valentine's Day was always special to Jeff and Ali. It wasn't their wedding anniversary. That was in traditional June. Jeff had popped the question on Valentine's Day, so they treated it like a second anniversary. They traditionally celebrated their wedding anniversary by seeing family, exchanging gifts, and going out to dinner, followed by a show or movie, and at the end of the night, they would cuddle and make love. Valentine's Day was treated a little differently. It was the night he proposed, and they first made love. So, to Jeff and Ali, Valentine's Day was all about the physical side of their love.
You must realize they were a bit mismatched. When people saw them for the first time and found out they were a couple, the immediate reaction was almost universally, "What?"
On a scale of one to ten, Ali was an eleven. Her face is gorgeous, her body slim with an hourglass figure, a tight butt, and wonderfully large yet profoundly firm breasts. She would put any sex symbol starlet into a depression of self-doubt. Jeff, on the other hand, was not grotesque, but it was evident that his looks didn't remotely compare to hers. He was way out of his league, and frankly, he knew it.
In college, where they had met, she was a cheerleader and could have had any of the various athletes, which he wasn't. It was she who had chosen him, really. She was so far out of his league he didn't even try. Ali was the one who amazingly pursued him.
At first, he had refused her, thinking it was a joke or perhaps she was participating in a bet. You know, pretty girl bets she can get any guy kind of movie comedy thing. It wasn't, though. She didn't give up and continued to pursue him until he realized she wasn't kidding and, wow, he fell like a ton of lead, head over heels in love with her. On that fateful Valentine's Day, the year after they graduated, he proposed, and they made love for the first time, and of course, it was amazing. She had been on the pill in anticipation of the moment and was as uninhibited as any novice could be. They had made love until dawn and pledged to remember Valentine's Day in this unique way each year. That was five years ago. If anything, Ali looked even hotter than when she was in college.
As was typical, Valentine's Day was on a weekday, a Thursday this year, and Jeff usually took the day off. He worked in accounting, and the company's fiscal year ended at the end of January, so the year-end reports needed to be done and sent to the board by the fifteenth of February. Why not halfway through the month on the fourteenth, you ask? Because the fourteenth was Valentine's Day, and the board members wanted to be with their significant others.
There were six reports that had to be completed for the board meeting to complete the fiscal year. Jeff's department had six staff members plus their boss. Although two weeks was too little time to get all the work done, his motivation level was high, obviously, and he worked late and did whatever it took to get it done. The entire team worked late and was always on time with the reports. It had never been a problem to get the day off before.
This year that son of a bitch Reginald had come in five days before their deadline and quit. Worse yet, they found out he had yet to do anything on his report, so the staff had to split up what he needed to do and cover because the board was not about to be kept waiting. He had to work on Valentine's Day with the drop-dead deadline approaching fast.
Oh my god, she was disappointed. She had wailed and cried, and it was all Jeff could do to comfort her, but what could he do? He made good money, had seniority, and was even being looked at for promotion. But all he had to do was look at her weeping in her see-through teddy, knowing that only a flimsy see-through thong was all that separated him from paradise. Being practical, though, he came to himself, comforted her by exploring paradise, and promised to get home as quickly as possible.
He had encouraged her to sleep in to avoid saying goodbye, but she rose with him and walked around in only a transparent thong to make him breakfast and drool. At the door, she clung to him, rubbing her perfect naked breasts on his chest, kissing him deeply, and clutching him tight. He had to peel her off to get out the door. She stood in the glass storm door waving to him as he backed into the street, looking like she was attending a funeral. He almost turned around at the first intersection, scolding himself that he should have pushed her over the kitchen table and fucked her.
Jeff realized as he came to a stop sign that if he did, he wouldn't go to work, and he screamed in frustration, "Fuck," at the top of his lungs, metaphorically pulled up his big boy briefs, and continued to work.
He knew exactly what he had left to do. It was all Reginald's work. He had gotten his report completed the day before, got it approved by the boss with a "good work" comment, and negotiated with the office paper Nazi to have the fifteen copies made for the board meeting, fourteen for the board, and one for his boss, the presenter.
What he had to do to complete Reginald's assignment would take a long time, at least the whole day. With memories of his wife's encouragement, he threw himself into the task, hoping to get lucky, salvage some part of the day, and leave early. There wasn't much hope, but with what he had to look forward to, it was motivation on steroids. So, he threw himself into the task.
Bill, Jeff's boss, was a nice guy. He wandered around between the team's cubicles, asking questions, discussing problems and remedies, giving advice, helping, and even bringing them coffee. As Jeff tackled each aspect of the assignment, he became more and more encouraged as the aspects seemed to topple neatly like dominoes. He even hoped to get home early at the rate he was going. Well, maybe only an hour but an hour more in paradise, between those perfect thighs, in that valley of exquisite tits, fuck yeah.
At ten, his iPhone buzzed. He had it on buzz to avoid ringing in the office and disturbing others. It showed he had a text. Seeing that it was from his wife, he opened it. There was no script, just an attached video. Innocently, he tapped it.
The screen erupted, showing his wife in a see-through negligee, kneeling on the bed when she said, "Oh, baby, come home quick, I need you to ..."
Shocked, he tapped the video again to get it to stop. This certainly was NSFW. He had not gone to the bathroom since he came in, and with the two cups of coffee he drank, Jeff arose and went to the restroom. He found a stall and made sure the phone was on Bluetooth. With his earbuds, no one else could hear. All set, he tapped the screen to restart the video from the beginning.
"Oh, baby, come home quick, I need you to put your luscious cock in my pussy. Pussy needs you so much, baby. Mamma needs a good fucking. She can't wait for you to ..."
This went on for two full minutes, her begging him to come home and have his way with her. His cock popped to attention, and his motivation went through the roof. Shaking, he texted, "I'll be home as quickly as I can, baby."
He could have drunk six Red Bulls and not be as jazzed as he was returning to his cubicle. All he could think of was how much he wanted to get the fuck out of here and how much he wanted to be in that woman at home.
Unfortunately, the following hours were not as kind. Jeff began to lose ground, and he knew that the hour he was hoping for was rapidly dwindling away. It became one of those "
the hurrier I go, the behinder I get
" things.
At noon, Bill dropped Jeff's sandwich off at his desk. They had all agreed to eat at their desks to keep on schedule. They were all approximately at the same place, and it looked like it would take the whole day. Jeff's iPhone buzzed just as he was about to take a bite. Again, it was a text with an attached video from his wife. Smarter this time, Jeff went to the restroom.
The screen again erupted with Ali in a see-through thong, topless, kneeling on the bed. She begged him to come and fuck her stroking her tits and inner thighs. Her last words were, "Baby, come home quickly. I'm not even going to masturbate. I want your cock. I need your cock."
The final frame of the video showed her seductively licking her nipple. Jeff's text reply was, "I'm trying, babe, I'm trying."
The next couple of hours were worse than the last two, and he knew he was falling behind, way behind. He was going to have to stay late. It would only be about an hour, but missing out on an hour of paradise. Jeff moaned as his iPhone buzzed at two. He didn't even look at it, going straight to the restroom. Finding an open stall, he sat and pulled the phone out. Sure enough, there was a text with an attached video from his wife. He tapped the screen.
The screen erupted with her naked lying on her back, bolstered up on pillows, her legs wide, and her naked drooling pussy front and center.
"Oh baby, come home. I need your cock. See how wet I am. I don't dare touch my pussy, or I'll cum. Please, baby..."
On it went for three minutes, cooing, begging, and touching herself. All he could do was groan.
His text reply was, "I'm trying."
