Lora and I were meant to be having lunch together. I'd been looking forward to it for days. We met at my office and walked leisurely to one of my favorite haunts. We walked in silence, really, just enjoying what was a beautiful, spring-like day, except for the melting snow all over the ground. Holding hands, we both felt very relaxed and comfortable with ourselves. We weren't just holding hands. Not holding hands at all, but lightly playing with each other's hands. Running our fingers across the palms, in and out of the fingers, up and down the wrist. As if we were masturbating each other's hands.
Our lunch was not so silent but was still filled with glances, smiles, and quiet looks. We played an extended game of footsie under the table. Eating itself wasn't so easy, requiring that we break our touch on top of the table. It was obvious that we were both feeling extremely horny. Lora, because she always is when she has been by my office. Me, because I'd been thinking about her all day long. Both of us, since we'd had such incredible sex the day before, and fantasies and experiences shared then still filled our minds. And allusions filled our conversation.
We left, on fire, and walked to a nearby coffee shop. It's nothing very special, but the coffee's good, and it's close by, dark and romantic, in a way. We were knowingly torturing ourselves. What we both wanted to do was run for my office and fuck like bunnies. While we were walking, Lora could see the bulge in my pants, when my coat would fly open. She reached over and give me a little squeeze, when the coast seemed clear. I stopped her and pulled you towards me to kiss her. And let one arm fall under the veil of my coat and slide down her side, over her tummy, and across her pussy. And then, as quickly, we were walking again.
A couple of coffees and some dessert bought, we sat down at the little bar-like table stretching along the window. Here, we were side-by-side. We sat half-facing each other, our bodies forming a kind of shield against the outside world. Enough of a shield, anyway, that my hand could fall comfortably and naturally in Lora's lap, and stroke her upper thighs, on top, inside, being very careful occasionally to graze her lower stomach. I could tell by the look on her face that she knew just how excited I was getting. I knew my voice was getting husky. My movements weren't as fluid as they usually are. And that bulge in my trousers was all the more obvious. Not to everyone, but to Lora.
We stood up to leave, and kissed very lightly as we did. We walked, slowly, the short distance back to my office. We'd usually take the stairs, but there seemed reason to take the elevator, slow as it is. Once inside, we were all over each other. Kissing, groping, holding.
Out at the third floor, and over to my office. There were students milling around, as classes are now just getting out. Once safely inside, Lora turned as if to kiss me again, but I stopped her and stepped back, keeping her where she was with my arms, and looked at her for a bit. I then approached her and started to unbutton her dress, letting it fall from her shoulders onto the floor. She had put on something special for me: A black teddy, which framed her body beautifully, especially her breasts. "I'd meant to strip you naked, but I don't know that I can do that now", I said, smiling, as she sat down in a chair by the window and I fell to my knees in front of her. My lips found her knees and kissed her lightly, licking and kissing my way, back and forth, down her legs to her feet, where I paid special, very special attention, licking her insteps, as I removed her shoes, and finding my way eventually to her toes. Then back up again, along the outsides of her calves, and across the knees, up her thighs.
My head was then firmly between her legs, and I looked up at her and smiled. Lora knew how happy I was to be back there again. I pulled her body forward in the chair, so her ass was resting right on the edge, and threw her legs up over the sides. The insides of her thighs were soft, and warm, and felt good against the side of my face, which I rubbed gently along them, tickling her just a little with my beard. I rubbed my lips along them, across the crotch of her teddy, and over to the other leg. And back the other way with my tongue, my nose, and any other part that seemed worth using.
