An erotic exchange between lovers.
Part One: The Seduction
Catalina:
It's the middle of the work day and you're up to your elbows in it when there's a knock at your door. Puzzled because you've no meetings scheduled, you rise and head to see who it is, running a hand over your slightly tousled hair as you go. Pulling open the door, the blinds over the window rattling softly as it swings in, revealing a delivery man in a blue jumpsuit with a large, obviously fake birthday cake on a cart. He consults his clipboard then looks up at you, cracking his gum...
"You Armando?" he asks.
Your eyes are glued to the cake, utterly confused. "Uh, yeah," you stammer. "I'm Armando, but what the hell is this?"
"Hey, I don't ask questions, I just deliver."
He motions you aside and pushes the monstrous cake into the room, its blue and yellow icing spelling out in script "SURPRISE!" The delivery man hands out his clipboard for you to sign and, eyes still on the cake, you do so, scrawling quickly in the general vicinity of the line. The delivery guy leaves and you close the door after him, looking at this huge plastic cake sitting in the center of your office.
You cross your arms over your chest and head back to your desk, leaning against the front of it, just waiting, because you know there's got to be more to this than just a huge plastic cake. You glance over at your door and window, making sure the blinds are drawn and the door is locked. It is then you hear a click followed by the soft sounds of sultry jazz emanating from the cake. A half smile crosses your face as you watch two hands push up and the top tier. Slowly a head topped with black hair emerges, followed by dark eyes, a cute slightly upturned little nose, and wide luscious lips.
I stand with my hands resting on my scantly clad hips and say,
"Surprise, Armando!"
Armando:
Beyond the smile, you watch as my eyes travel up and down your body...taking in the beauty of the young woman that stands before me, admiring the gentle curve that rises from your hips to your breasts. I marvel at the graceful line of your neck, your pouty lips, eventually coming to rest on your eyes. Not a word is said, yet you know exactly how surprised and pleased I am to receive this gift.
I step forward and offer you my hand to assist you down from the cake. You step out and stand before me; I look down into those dark eyes and slowly, softly speak your name.
"Catalina..."
I search your face and you look down in a submissive way, and then back up with a shy innocent smile. Your face is so angelic I am breathless. I look to your lips, then back to your eyes, as if asking permission to kiss them. The answer is my image as it is reflected in the dark pool of your eyes and I know it is alright. Tipping my head slightly, I lean in and kiss you. Our lips meet lightly at first...barely brushing. The kiss deepens as the joy of finally being together is realized.
I start to ask how you came to be here, in my office, in my arms. But you raise your hand and place a finger to my lips...
"Shhhhhh... Armando... Shhhh. Let it be and accept this for what it is."
I smile broadly and pull you into my arms...holding you tightly to me. The embrace is long and warm...I can feel your heart beating, as you can feel mine. We cling to one another; if anything to reassure that we are indeed together. Then we dance to the music of Norah Jones, softly humming the melody to one another.
After a long while we step apart. I shake my head as I look down at your scantly clad body. "Dear Cat...you'll catch a cold dressed like that."
I turn around and pull my black leather jacket off the coat stand and wrap it about your shoulders. You turn into the coat and press your back against me. I burry my nose in your hair... inhaling your scent and whisper...
"Are you hungry for something my dear after such a long journey?"
Catalina:
"Mmmmmmm..." I smile as I turn to face you, pulling the leather tighter around myself, covering the skimpy, spangled silver dress that stopped just below the delta of my thighs...
"I could be hungry for something, yes."
You smile as your eyes make another slow circuit of me. Taking in my long, svelte legs peeking out from beneath the hem of your jacket made absolutely delicious looking by the high stiletto heals that I wear. Pushing back the edges of your sports coat, you put your hands in your pants pockets...
"How hungry are you, dear?"
...tipping your head to the side as you await my answer.
Slowly my own eyes travel up and down, hooded beneath thick lashes, and you see a sparkle in the dark orbs. "Oh, I'm very hungry, I think... Yes... very hungry. What did you have in mind, Armando?"
You lean back against your desk and pretend to ponder as I turn away and begin to nib around your office, peeking into every nook and cranny in my curiosity. I bend to take a look at something on a low shelf, and the hems of my dress and your coat inch up, revealing the first subtle curves of my firm little bum. I hear a soft sound come from you as you shift, and feel the heat of your gaze on my ass. You speak in a low, husky voice,
"Oh I know what I want now Catalina!"
I turn to face you again, dwarfed by your coat, looking so delicate as I begin to move across the office space towards you. I reach you, standing toe to toe with you and I nudge your legs until they part, letting me push even closer between them. Standing pressed against you, the heat of my body seeping through the fabric of your suit. I tilt my head back to look up at you, saying softly,
"Whatever sounds good to you, Arman."
Your hands come up and rest on my hips through the leather of your jacket, but you become frustrated with the barrier. Dipping down, sliding your hands up under the edge of your coat until your fingertips graze the silky material of my dress as it hugs my hips. Your strong hands pull my body tighter into the v of your thighs, pressing me against yourself as you reply,
"I think a peach sounds delicious right about now."
Armando:
Seeing a seductive smile break over your face I lift you up and turn around to set you on the desktop. Licking my lips I lean in and tenderly kiss yours. Pulling back slightly...the moist flesh full of your scent...I inhale deeply. My tongue barely parting your lips, I slowly slide it one way, then back again. And with each pass...I press it a little deeper between your lips. My hot mouth covers over yours...full on and firmly as I slither my way into you. Your taste is sweet nectar to me and my eyes close in the delight of it. Kissing deeply...I slide my hands down off your hips and caress the outsides of your thighs. Reaching down under your knees I pull up and outwards...moving to stand between your now open legs.
Eventually breaking the kiss...I lock my eyes on yours and slowly drop to my knees. You lean back on your elbows and wiggle your sexy bottom closer to the edge of the desk. I take hold of your hips to assist you...pressing hard against your flesh. I move my head from one side to the other...placing wet kisses on the insides of your knees. Slowly, inch by inch...my kisses move up your sexy thighs.
The scent and moist traces of your desire are most evident...I am mesmerized by your beauty. With my face between your thighs I gaze up at you, wanting you to see the pleasure this gives me.
All the while my fingertips caress the outer lines of your thighs...and start to tug down on the edges of your lacey panties. Ever so slowly...I pull them lower. At a point where the wet fabric is merely an inch from your creamy sex...I lean forward and grab hold of them with my teeth. Pulling at them...drawing them down your silky thighs and over your knees. You lift up one leg and pull your foot out of the dainty article. Reaching up I grasp your ankle, flicking out my tongue I trace a wet trail up the backside of your calf. Releasing your foot my hands drop to your knees...drawing your legs down...then apart.
My kisses are more firm...moving up the inside of your thighs...one, then the other. Fingers kneading your flesh...I draw my tongue along the line where your thigh meets your hip...up one side, then down the other. And with each pass I slide my hot wet wiggling tongue closer and closer to your dripping pussy.
Pausing here...I look up to be sure you are watching me. And when I know I have your full attention...I lean lower...with my eyes locked on yours...and draw the tip of my tongue upwards along the slick folds of your pouting lips. Just barely brushing them I watch your reaction. Breathing out heavily, my hot breath bathes you. Like a flow of electricity, my touch sends shivers thru your body. Your eyes close part way and your head leans back.
As I had done with the kiss earlier, my tongue spreads your pussy open a little bit more with each stroke. Pressing my lips fully against your quivering sex and with one slow deliberate motion I drive my tongue into you. Your juices flow freely ...coating my chin and your anus. I hold you firmly by the hips, and draw up my tongue and flick it across your hardened clit. Your body reacts and bucks upwards as a deep moan escapes your lips.
Moving it to and fro...my tongue is rigid as it presses into your pussy. Alternating between flicking and sucking my mouth covers your sex. Your hips undulate in rhythm to my lashing. The muscles in your legs flex and tighten...my tongue diving harder and faster into your wet little pussy.
You taste so sweet to me. Sucking your cunt, I relish every drop of your creamy nectar. I feel you begin to spasm as you draw closer to orgasm. My lips wrap about your hard clit and begin to suck on it like a straw. And at that very moment I reach up and slide a finger into your aching pussy. First one, then two press into you...moving rapidly in and out...finger fucking it hard. My lips suck relentlessly on your clit as the orgasm washes over you.
Catalina:
My head thrown back, legs weak and trembling, I half lay over the desk, panting fast breaths in and out of my straining lungs. My heart beats hard in the soft spot below my neck, and it throbs in my ears... The haze clears as I feel your tongue still lapping slowly at my pulsing pussy, taking up every drop of my sweet cream. My hips jerk slightly as your tongue touches the tip of my clit, the flesh still too sensitive to bear it. I chuckle huskily as you look up at me from your crouched position between my legs and say...
"Did you enjoy your peach, Armando?"
I watch as you smile devilishly and stand, grabbing my hips just a bit roughly and pressing your hard bulge against my pussy, your steel like arms holding my body to yours. You grind against me, replying...
"Mmmmm...what do you think? After all, it was a very tasty peach..."
