It's a normal Wednesday at work. I am tired but feeling horny. I've been thinking about you all day. During the afternoon meeting I tried so hard to pay attention but my thoughts kept wandering to you. Imagining your manly hands running up and down my body. My cheeks flush thinking of how hot you get me without even laying a finger on me. Your voice, whispering in my ear what you want me to do, making my heart race.
Your hands on my knees, slowly but firmly spreading them apart until you can see how wet my panties are. Looking up at me you smirk, that coy little smile that says, "I know what I do to you". Your hands drifting towards my sweet wet cunt, fingers lingering on my inner thighs and placing your hot kisses on me as you go. You bite me delicately as you move upward and see and smell how much I want you.
Your hands reach that spot where my lips meet the top of my inner thigh and hold me tightly as you lower your mouth on top of my mound over my panties. Blowing hot air onto my clit and moaning into me allowing the vibrations to tease my clit. One of your fingers slips under the side of my panties feeling how wet I am as you push through my pussy lips. My back arches, eyes close and... oh shit, I forgot I was at work and in a meeting. I yawn to try and play it off as if I were just a little tired. Luckily, I think no one noticed. I adjust in my seat to try and focus better and cross my legs to keep my arousal undetected.
I return to the apartment after work hoping to get what I have been dreaming about all day. I want you so bad. I look for you, eager to see if you are as horny as I am but you are sitting on the couch in front of the television with a laptop, working. You already changed out of your suit and are wearing grey gym shorts and a black shirt. Engrossed in your work, you barely turn your eyes and say, "hello darling, how was your day?" in that sexy Irish accent that I wait all day to hear. However, you are busy and quickly go back to typing on your computer.
I explain that it was a frustrating day and that I couldn't wait to get home to you. I walk over to you, bending behind the couch to massage your shoulders. You lean forward slightly, without pulling too far so that I don't stop massaging. Grabbing your glass of wine, you take a drink and then hand it to me over your shoulder. I take a sip and hand it back.
As I start massaging you again, I lower my mouth to your ear. You can feel my breasts pushing up against the back of your shoulders and neck. I trace the outside of your ear lope with my tongue before taking it between my lips and sucking on it. I give it a small nibble and then pull away whispering "I want you to fuck me".
I can feel you smile and then hear you laugh in that deep growling laugh that reaches deep inside me. You know exactly what I want, but you want to make me work for it first. You turn up to look at me and give me a kiss, deep and hot. You place your hand on my neck and pull me in. Letting our tongues play and mingle in our mouths. As you start to pull away I try to follow but you move to my lower lip and hungerly pull it into your mouth, grazing it with your teeth. You tug, just barely and then let it go. I let out a small sigh, disappointed that you didn't do more. Turning back to your work you say "A little hungry baby? Well, I'm sorry but I have to finish this tonight. You will have to wait."
I sigh and pull myself up, standing behind you. I start to turn around to walk up the stairs and hear "Don't play with my pussy either". I lower my brow, turn around and give you a 'How dare you' look but you aren't even looking at me. So, I shake my head, turn back and walk upstairs. As I climb the staircase, you glance back over your shoulder following the hem of my skirt up the stairs and smile knowing that you own me and that I am craving you desperately tonight.
Upstairs, I walk into the bedroom and start to undress in front of the mirror. I place my little grey suit jacket on the back of the chair and start to undo the buttons on my white lace button front blouse. My large breasts pushing my bra forward, nipples hard and swollen, aching for your touch. I reach behind my back and unhook my bra watching in the mirror as the straps slip off my shoulders and my tits hang.
My hands instantly rise, grabbing and massaging them. It is difficult being aroused all day and wearing such a tight bra with my large breasts. My fingers kneading the sides of my breasts, moving in and squeezing them gently, wishing it were your hands. Moving to the front of my breasts, I rub my nipples with my thumbs, lightly circling around them and then pinching them. I arch my back and lean my head back as a deep moan escapes somewhere inside me. Lowering my hands to just under my breasts, feeling their weight as I lift them gently.
My hands roam my body moving from my breasts to my stomach. My skin soft and smooth. Reaching the top of my grey pencil skirt I move my hands behind my back and unfasten the clasp and zipper. I watch in the mirror as it falls off my hips to the floor. All that is left is a pair of soaked grey lace panties. I slip my thumbs into them at my hips and pull them down slowly.
I take them off and throw them to the side then gradually caress my legs on the way back up. I rub my calves and delicately massage behind my knees just as you would. I allow my fingertips to graze over my inner thighs. I feel so beautiful looking at myself completely naked in the mirror, knowing that you love every inch and curve of my body. My fingers reach my wet, aching pussy lips. Lingering and tracing my pussy up and down, feeling how wet I am. Then your words run through my head again "Don't play with my pussy" and I groan and bite my lip. I want to play with myself so bad and you are working downstairs. I want your attention, your touch, your hard cock inside me right now. I throw on my black silky robe and walk back downstairs hoping that you are done with your work.
