She sits in front of her computer, frantically typing. Pounding at the cheap keyboard. It wakes me from my gentle slumber. In my distraught and confused state I get up and stand on the cat's tail, causing the poor animal to screech. The cat runs off towards the bathroom to take refuge. "Damn it", I think, I wanted to use it next. I hear her musical voice call to me, asking me what happened. I tell her I got even with the cat, as I take cautious steps into the bathroom.
The cat realizing the door can be shut at any moment, runs blinding fast, at a speed not know to man or animal, out the door. He must think he's safe for the moment I think to myself as I begin to pee. I then wash my hands and bush my teeth, knowing that you have already done this for the day. I make my way unhindered by the cat to the living room where you can be heard pressing the keys of the keyboard with anger and contempt.
I see you as I enter the room; your smile brightens just a bit as my eyes make contact yours and I wink. You smile brighter, like the sun was your face for a brief second as your eyes turn back to your work and your face grows dark. Writing up a plan or two, you told me last night.
"I thought you were done? Now you have more?" I ask.
"The boss called and wants 3 more written up, soon. I never get a day off." You pick up your phone and use it as a pointer, as you tell me.
You almost throw the phone at me as I sit down, but you really aren't afraid of hurting me. You don't want to miss, hit the wall, and have to get a new phone. You laugh as I sit; it sounds more as a cry of desperation. I reach for the remote and now I take notice of the fact you seem to have taken a shower, before I woke up. I smelled your body wash and perfume, but I thought it was because I was just in your bathroom. You haven't gotten dressed, because there you sit still in a towel.
I slowly stand and creep up behind you. My hands lightly touch your bare shoulders. I begin to try to work out the never-ending tension carried by your back. You moan and push the keyboard shelf in.
"I just want to stay here and you have you do that to me all day." You say softly.
"It is your wish and shall be done." I say, in a soft whisper.
You laugh and start to loosen up. You turn your head up at me and bring your arms behind you and pull me down to your mouth. Your kiss is deep, passionate, and it's something I haven't felt from you in a long time. I almost fall over myself by the mere power of your kiss on me. It starts to take my breath away, literally. I'm shocked and pleased. You never fail to surprise me and I tell you so.
I spin you around in that chair and get a better angle to kiss. You pull me in closer to you and kiss me hard, our teeth knock and we break to laugh. We go back to out making out like the teenagers that we thought we once were.
"You are such a great kisser." Your break the kiss to tell me.
I stop you before your lips touch mine, again.
"If I am such a great kisser, why don't we kiss more?" I ask with a sly smile and a gleam in my eye.
You giggle, something I haven't heard since I almost fell upstairs, and I told you it was totally on purpose.
"Shut up and kiss me." You say demanding my mouth be on yours.
We continue to kiss and your hands feel the growing bulge in my boxers, something I can rarely hide from you. You always, always notice when I am hard, no matter how many clothes I wear. How do you always know, I have wanted to ask, I think to myself as my hand explore you in return.
Your towel begins to slip and you break our dancing mouths again,
"I really have to be getting back to this and after I am done I will play with you all day, baby." You say still stroking my cock through the thin fabric of my boxers.
You don't seem to want to stop. I run my hands down to between your legs. You open them slightly as much as the arms of the chair will allow. I feel the prize I seek, it's wet and open. I slip a finger in, hard. You gasp and give me the look.
You know your looks that you give me. This is look number seven, the 'fuck me now, before I take you look'. I smile as I work my way to my knees and your mouth finds mine, with our eyes closed. I scoot your ass to the edge of the chair and work myself under your computer desk. You scoot the keyboard's sliding self over my head as you being to type as I being to play with your pussy.
"That's a good place for you, baby, too bad I didn't have a desk at work." You tell me.
I work my fingers in and out. They move around the outside. Playing with the space between your wet opening and your clit. My tongue comes in to play as well. You moan as you try to type.
"You aren't...ah...going to distract me...oh yeah..ahh..from this." You say as I start hitting all your sweet spots.
You get more turned on by this as I do. I can feel my cock straining for release. So as I let it peer through the hole in my boxers I take some of your tasty wetness and use as lube to stroke my self.
You remain unhindered from your task as you still are typing. I begin to lick around at first before my tongue goes spelunking in your warm and wet cave. You know I love to tease you, till you can't take anymore, till you want me inside you. I send a barrage of licks to your clit and you just moan, whispering to me in a musical tone, "You will not distract me..."
I send my finger back in during the assault on your clit, the combined sensations make you want to push in the keyboard and take control, you fight these urges. I am almost proud of your tenaciousness, but I want you to lose control and give in to me. You moan and groan as I work your pussy and your clit in unison. My other hand stops stroking my cock so I can tease your asshole. As my hand makes its journey there, I hear you stop typing, and light a cigarette.
You moan as I press my thumb against your tight butt hole. It doesn't slip in, just stays outside and applies pressure. I see you are having trouble with your smoke, as it's no longer in your mouth. You strive to keep typing, but you are giving in to me, slowly and you put out your cigarette. I can wait, as I keep up my fingering, my prodding, and my licking. I can't help myself as I move to your wet pussy with my mouth and French kiss your wet hole. You moan loudly and throw the keyboard back into the desk.
