Part I - The Office
Glancing at the clock on my computer monitor, I shook my head and sighed bemusedly to myself. It was 7:30 pm on a Friday in early November and I had spent the past hour reviewing administrative paperwork while waiting for a client's email. I had hoped to escape work early tonight, but that seemed increasingly unlikely as the clock continued to tick. My new girlfriend, Kelsie, had invited me to her place for dinner after work, and then we had plans to head to my best friend Joe's annual holiday party together on Saturday afternoon.
Finally, my email dinged to alert me to a new message: "Andrew, sorry we're getting the documents from the Client for review so late on a Friday," the missive began, "but the hearings scheduled on 4 November are..." I read on ruefully with a sinking feeling, already imagining my Sunday night at the office eating takeout sushi and prepping for a meeting with some group of corporate assholes later in the week. With a sigh, I closed the email and stowed my laptop in my bag, heading for the elevators. At least I could work on some of this stuff at home.
As I exited the lobby doors I inhaled deeply, breathing in the cold evening air and mentally shaking off the previous twelve hours' frantic tedium of emails and conference calls. Feeling refreshed by the crisp breeze, I texted Kelsie as I walked to the parking garage: "hey babe, just leaving work. what are you up to?"
Kelsie and I had met on Tinder a month earlier and had been spending more and more time together recently, but Joe's party would be the first time I'd introduced her to any of my friends. I was excited but a little hesitant, not knowing how Kelsie would react to meeting new people.
Kelsie responded to my text after a few minutes: "just walked in the door but still on a call, come over whenever and we'll figure out dinner!"
Kelsie was an auditor for a mid-sized corporate firm who had recently relocated to the area after a work transfer, and for the past two weeks she had been putting in long hours at work finishing up a project for an important client. Apparently her afternoon conference call had run long.
"ok, see you soon" I replied, glad that I hadn't kept her waiting.
Part II - Kelsie's House
After parking on the street near Kelsie's house, I flipped down the mirror to check my reflection, noticing that I needed a haircut and beard trim before the big client meetings in the next few weeks. Normally, a relaxing shave and haircut would sound great after a stressful week at work, but I'd been putting off texting my barber, Hannah, to see when she was available. The last haircut I'd gotten had looked great, but the appointment had ended a bit non-traditionally— with Hannah on her knees licking my cum from her fingers— so I wasn't entirely sure how to navigate the, ahem, sticky situation without ruining my new relationship with Kelsie. Mentally reminding myself to find a time for a haircut soon, I grabbed my bag and jacket from the passenger seat and headed for Kelsie's door.
"Hey i'm outside" I texted, waving as I glimpsed Kelsie's darkened form in the window next to the front door.
Just as I reached for the door it swung inward, revealing Kelsie in the doorway, still in work clothes with a phone balanced between her shoulder and cheek, a memo pad and pen clutched in one hand. Clearly still on her conference call, Kelsie mouthed "Hii!" silently, pulling me in for a quick kiss. She motioned apologetically at the phone, "I'll just be a few minutes more on this call," Kelsie whispered to me, "do you mind making yourself comfortable?"
"No of course not," I replied quietly, "I'll grab a drink from the kitchen."
Kelsie blew me a kiss and turned to head back down the hallway towards her home office, already scribbling notes to herself as the client on other end of the call continued to talk.
Moving through the foyer into Kelsie's well-appointed kitchen, I examined the contents of the refrigerator, before grabbing a bottle of wine that we had opened a few nights before but hadn't finished. I put my phone and laptop bag on the counter while I hunted for a suitable glass. Finding glasses hanging in the cabinet next to the pantry, I poured myself a glass of chardonnay and headed into the living room to turn on the television while I waited.
Taking a seat on Kelsie's grey leather couch, I put my feet up and sipped my wine, flipping on the television to scroll through the channels until I found the local news. Just as the newscast reached their feature piece on a string of recent Amazon package thefts in the area, I heard the door to Kelsie's office open, "Hey babe, I'm finished with work!" she called, "just let me change and I'll be right out."
"Ok, no rush!" I called, "I'm catching up on current events."
A few minutes later, Kelsie emerged from the kitchen with her dark brown hair pulled back in a ponytail, wearing a pair of dark blue cuffed harem pants under a thin, white hooded sweatshirt that hugged her ribs and stretched taut over her large tits. With a glass of wine balanced in one hand, she snuggled next to me on the couch with a contented sigh.
"Hey, you look incredible," I commented, lightly touching her thigh through the soft cotton pants. "Everything ok at work today?"
"Yeah just the usual stuff," Kelsie replied, handing me my phone, "oh you left this in the kitchen and I figured work might need you."
"Oh god let's hope not. I already have to go in to the office for a few hours at some point to look over new documents so I don't even want to think about it."
Kelsie took a sip of her wine and grimaced empathetically. "Ugh, that sounds awful, hopefully it doesn't take up the entire weekend, I've been looking forward to your friend's party all week. Can we still make it?"
"Yes definitely. I wouldn't miss it. Work was a nightmare today but I'm feeling better already just hanging out with you." I batted my eyes jokingly at Kelsie.
"Hmmm well that's what I like to hear." Kelsie said with a sly smile, placing her right hand invitingly on my thigh. "Here, let me get you nice and relaxed before dinner." Twisting in her seat, she reached to place her half-empty wine glass on an end table before turning back to me. Kelsie's hands deftly worked my belt buckle and zipper, undoing my slacks before tugging them with my boxer briefs down my hips to my knees.
The feel of the cool air on my cock immediately caused it to twitch as blood surged to my groin. Kelsie wrapped one hand around my semi-erect shaft and began to jerk me slowly. After a few seconds of stimulation, she bent at the waist and lapped at the head of my cock, swirling her pink tongue gently around my head. With a slight inhalation, Kelsie slid the tip of my dick between her lips, bobbing up and down while taking me halfway into her mouth. With one hand, Kelsie stroked the base of my cock a few times before sliding her hand down to fondle my balls, tugging teasingly at the skin of my scrotum.
