A BREAK FROM WORK
They worked for hours on the new draft of the novel. The woman was aged around 42 year's old, black to brownish hair, wrinkles around her eyes, she had seen a lot of things in her 42 years. She was wearing just casual gear, yoga pants, sports jacket, and the usual weekend bumming around the house wear. The man ages around 40 years old, again wearing just a casual shirt and jeans. He had a beard and rather bright red hair like fire.
The flirting had gone on all day while working on the novel. Subtle gestures, smirks, flirtatious taps, all the usual signs of a burning desire for each other. The man, Ron, had a feeling this would happen. Ever so slightly he would lay his hand on her back as he was showing her progress of the novel on the laptop which they were working on. The woman Grace, looked back briefly at his hand ignored it.
"So, we can cut this bit out then add the death scene to the end," Ron explained.
As his hand gently moved up her back.
"Yep, I think that could work," she replied.
Grace flicked her rather long hair back away from her face. She shifted in her seat. The Yoga pants on her were skin tight, the outlines and curves of her legs and buttocks were clearly visible to Ron . She knew this.
She was always fond of looking after herself. Her slim figure didn't just keep its own, she worked hard for that killer body and she knew it.
Ron tried not to stare at her legs and buttocks but as men do, he could really look away. She glimpsed over and caught his eye once or twice during the day.
"I'm going to grab a drink of water; did you want anything?" Ron asked.
"No, I'm fine thanks Ron" Grace replied. Ron got up and fetched himself a drink from the sink. The apartment was his and in fairly new condition, on the walls were paintings from a bygone era and a whole bunch of photos ranging from childhood to adulthood.
He fetched himself a glass of water and went back to the table. He leant over Grace as she worked on the novel. He could just barely see over her shoulder, he glanced down at her sports jack and noticed saw her conceived cleavage through the sports jacket.
"Ok, so Ron, this part here," Grace explained.
"Yep," Ron replied.
"I'm not sure what you want to do about the conflict that they are having?"
Grace said rather concerned.
"I'm not sure either, but it needs to be something believable, why would Roger have so much anger for his mistress, doesn't he just want to take her there and then?" she asked
The both were there in silence. All the sudden Ron came up with an idea.
"Wait a minute, I have this novel in my room which is by Greendale, same kind of concept," Ron said.
"Ok let's go check it out," Grace replied.
The two got up and walked over to the apartment's staircase and walked downstairs. Ron's room was rather large, concrete pillars, wooden bed the works. A whole lot of junk to one side of the room.
"It's in here," Ron said rummaging through the junk.
Grace waited behind him in patience.
"I have so much junk here it's not funny," Ron pulled out a novel.
"Here it is,". The novel was old and worn. Grace who has a keen eye for antiques is fascinated by the book.
"Wow, it's an original Greendale," she said as she looked at the junk.
"What else do you have in there," Grace slowly walked over to the closet and bent over to reach some other books and materials.
Her buttocks were so tight in the yoga pants. The creases of her skin-tight material accentuated every round edge of her legs and rump. She leaned forward even more to reach more books, lifting one leg off the ground as she reached further into the closet.
The view Ron had was astounding, but awkward for him at the same time.
"Be careful," Ron said, as he calmly placed both of his hands on her hips to stop off her from falling forward.
"I'm ok," Grace said as she leant her foot back and stood upright once again.
"I'm so tired," Grace complained.
"This bed looks so nice" Grace sat on the edge of the bed. Ron stood in front of her.
"Yeah its comfortable," Ron awkwardly agreed
"I saw some dirty magazines back there Ron," Grace said with a smile on her face
Ron looked shocked.
"Oh, they must have been from my brothers room years ago, he used to collect Playboy or something" Ron explained.
"I don't think so Ron, they were pretty dirty ha-ha", Grace said laughing
"Kind of makes me think that's why you are into erotic fiction?" Grace smiled at Ron as she tilted her head.
"Well you know how it is, you have to get your inspiration from somewhere,". Ron explained.
Grace looked up at him from the bed, her smile widened as she tilted her head and played with her hair.
"I'll give you some inspiration if you need it?" Grace said in a sultry voice.
"What do you mean Grace?" he asked.
At that moment Grace reached forward and brought Ron closer to her by his hips.
"I'll show you," Grace said as she undid the belt buckle of Ron.
"What are you doing Grace?" Ron said laughing.
"Do you want me to stop?" Grace smiled back at Ron.
Ron shook his head.
Graces slowly pulled down Ron's jeans. She put her hands up his boxer shorts ever so slightly. Then pulled them down slowly exposing Ron's semi erect penis.
She held it in her right hand and began to stroke it.
"Finally get to see what you had under here," Grace joked
"You're naughty aren't you ha-ha," Ron whispered
"Oh, dirty talker, are you? I like that" Grace slowly licked the head of his penis.
"Now enjoy this," Grace said as she began to lick up and down Ron's shaft.
He moaned in pleasure. She slowly put the head of his penis in her mouth, then took it out. Moaning as she did it.
She began to stroke with her right hand and began sucking his penis vigorously.
Ron put his head back in pleasure as he grasped her thick brown hair and back of her head.
She moaned as he pushed her head deeper down his shaft.
"Yes, I want it all," Grace whispered
"You got it babe," Ron whispered.
Ron leant forward, gripping the back of her head ever so slightly and began forcing his penis down her throat. She took it all, one deep stroke at a time, she took it out of her mouth.
"Don't you cum yet, I need this in my pussy".