Authors Note: I want to thank gotwood49 for being my inspiration in writing Part II of Youthful Pleasures.
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"I know what I want. I need you. . . I mean, I need to . . . talk . . . to you."
Those were my closing words to you as I hung up the phone. I know it has you eagerly waiting my arrival, not sure what to expect. With each meeting the sexual tension between us has grown stronger. Will now be the time to make it happen? Now I had a reason, a want. . .a need.
"Come in." is the answer to my knock on your office door. Your voice is deep, sexy, exciting.
As I enter your office, we lock eyes and stare at each other for a moment. I remove my coat, revealing my outfit. Silky taupe blouse tucked into a slim, form fitting black skirt. Tanned, shapely bare legs end in strappy heels. I know I look sexy yet sophisticated. After all, I am 15 years older than you.
The teasing, sexy smile I've learned to use over the years, spreads over my face. I tantalizingly lick my lips and wink, my eyes indicating for you to look at my skirt. I watch your eyes as I use my hands to slowly lift my skirt upward. Higher and higher. Just as it reaches the area, oh, so very close to my pussy, I stop. I walk slowly around to where you are sitting behind your desk and stand before you with my legs spread slightly. You grip my hips and pull me down hard onto your lap. There is no doubt that you want me as much as I you. Rolling my hips, I slide myself along the hard bulge inside your pants. Arching my back I entwine my hands in your hair, pulling your face close to my breasts. I hear you breathe in my perfume, your lips kissing my neck, nipping my earlobe.
I whisper, "Wait" and stand up so I can straddle you, my back facing you. You pull my skirt up higher. My ass is round and firm in your hands. The skin is smooth, warm . . .you slide your hands around my hips and flatten them against my taut stomach, your fingers sliding down so you can touch me. As your hands meet your fingers reach my slit. I feel you pause for just a moment. I bite my lip as I feel you smile against my shoulder. Yes. I am so wet there. I am always wet there when I see you. So wet. . .so ready.
Your fingertip gently massages the tip of my clit. My intake of breath has you moving further down. Your entire finger is covered in my wetness. You circle my clit, sliding your fingers across the soft skin of my lips. I tilt my hips, spreading those lips open for you to push into and as you do, my body holds your fingers there as you move them in and out of the soft, wet spot. You slide your finger back up, rubbing my clit again. Your other hand grabs hold of my hip, gently easing me to stand up.
The thought of my ass inches away from your mouth excites me further and I can feel a new wetness begin to form. I feel you spread my cheeks and wait, anxiously, impatiently waiting to feel the tip of your tongue touch me. When it does, a jolt of excitement shoots through my body.
I feel your breath against my asshole...your tongue so firm, so wet...pushing in, dipping into me...tasting me. I moan and push back against it. One hand grips my hip as you slide the other hand around again, down onto my pussy. . . stroking me slowly, building my orgasm. I spread my legs apart and bend down, exposing myself to you in a silent plea to lick me there ~ Now! I feel your tongue sliding across my ass making its way achingly slow to my pussy.
My hand finds yours as you stroke my pussy and my fingers mingle in the juice that is dripping down your fingers. Lifting me up, you maneuver me easily back onto your desk, my legs open for you to see me. You slide in closer, your mouth latching onto the hot mound before you. You suck at me, pulling my clit between your lips.
I watch you as you lick my pussy, watching me. I lift my hips, bringing it up closer to you as you plunge your tongue into my cunt. I grind against your mouth, thrusting my hips. You slowly bring your hands up under my shirt, cupping my breasts in your hands, kneading the soft skin, rolling your thumb against my nipples. Immediately you feel the nubs harden to your touch. Taking each one between your fingers, you pinch them, gently squeezing them, bringing them to life.