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THE OFFICE VISIT
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Chapter 1. The Contract
"I'll be at the office late tonight, honey. I need to finish this contract and send it out so our partners can review it before the board meeting tomorrow morning."
"Do you know when you will be home? I know this is important - stay and finish it. Should I leave a light on for you?"
"I don't. Wish I did. I'll text you before I leave. Maybe a few hours"
"Ok. See you later."
"Later."
It was late in the year, and late in the day. Clouds were rolling in and it was likely to rain tonight.
Typical LA weather for the season,
I thought.
I was waiting all day to meet her. Not my wife. Sex with her was run-of-the mill, almost scheduled, like an oil change or a tire rotation. Always needed every so many miles, and pleasant enough. But never satisfying. Not. Like. Her...
The contract was almost complete. Another final review for grammar, spelling, etc and I would send it to my partners. Tomorrow was in fact a big deal. I was anticipating tonight would be as well. I busted my ass all day to get this done so she and I could bask in the ecstasy we found in each other for the past month.
I wrapped up the final review and sent the file. Happy to be done, I shut down the laptop, loosened by tie, and stood up to stretch. A few bones cracked and a few more joints popped. Y
ou're getting too old for this shit,
I thought. Misplaced thoughts like that tended to come at the most random times. I didn't care about my age and neither did she. Quite the opposite, in fact. She preferred older men, and we just couldn't get enough of each other.
I had a primal need, and she filled it. Every. Single. Time.
The attraction was instant, after a few weeks of texting on one of those hook-up apps. I was so sick of the prostitutes and scammers. I was at the end of my patience, and then we connected. Even via text messaging it was electrifying. We had similar needs, similar pains, flailing (or failing?) marriages, which cut to the bone. Eventually, like any repeating impact, you become dull to the pain. Unfortunately, you also forget about the pleasures being sought.
Not anymore.
KNOCK KNOCK.
Chapter 2. Come to me
A brief pause and then another KNOCK KNOCK.
I smirked. My balls started to tingle. Checking my watch I noticed that janitorial wouldn't be coming by for at least another few hours.
Plenty of time
, I thought.
"Come to me" I said. The reception door opened and she crossed the threshold, letting the door close behind her with a satisfying click. She turned around gracefully, locked it, and shut off the lights. Another satisfying click.
"Come to me" I repeated. And she did. Our eyes locked through my office window. She walked slowly through reception, to my personal office, wearing a purple and red patterned spaghetti-strap sundress. Smooth tan skin, deep chocolate eyes and shoulder-length brunette hair, California casual for the summer, but I wanted what was unseen.
No bra or panties,
I hoped. That was a much better thought, which I was responding to exactly as she would want. My pants were bulging. I was swollen with desire.
She entered my office and turned off the lights. Another satisfying click. Only the glow from the streetlamps and cars seven stories below lit the space now. My blood was boiling for her. I said "Come to m-" and was interrupted by her lips. Our mouths opened to accept each other, we moaned softly, tongues dancing together. Her hands grasped the sides of my neck, and she slipped off my sport coat. Stepping out of her sandals, and me my dress shoes, we feverishly undressed each other.
My hands slipped her straps off her shoulders and the dress fell to the floor. Her naked tan body was perfectly illuminated from the streetlights below. Round supple breasts with erect nipples moved with each breath. Her rounded hips perfectly framed a soft delicate path of hair, which I had come to find primally exciting. The shadows of our bodies danced across the ceiling. I grasped her hands, put them on the back of my head, and knelt in front of her. She looked down at me and her desire was as naked as she was. I ached to be inside her. But I needed to taste her first.
Chapter 3. Eating at the Y
I grabbed her ass, right at the bottom where it was perfectly rounded. My second favorite part of her body. I slowly parted her lips as she pushed me into her crotch. I knew she would be wet inside, and I needed to taste her. My tongue flicked out.
OMFG I missed you
I thought...and she responded favorably. A moan followed by a stronger grip on my head.
I'm going to stay here for a while
I thought again. She bent her knees slightly and opened herself to me. I slowly kissed her clit, pushing the skin back. Exposing it. Kissing it. Sucking on it. Rolling my tongue around it. My fingers teased her ass, pointer fingers rimming her tight little hole. "uhhn...need you...inside me" She moaned.
No need for a verbal response. Nor would I give her one. I wasn't going to take my tongue away from its present activities for such a pedestrian reaction. I continued to ravage her clit, but wanted to do more.
So. Much. More.
My left hand moved to her vagina, lips now moist with her wetness, and I started caressing her with my fingers. Clit to anus, and back. Her legs shook a bit. "Slide them in. Fucking need you inside me". Clear slippery droplets began to form on her lips.
She was ready.
I obliged.
First one finger, gently parting her lips, sliding past her entry into where we wanted my erect penis to be. Immediately she froze, and let a short, muted squeal escape. I released my right hand from her ass - she was holding my head sufficiently in place now, and I unbuttoned my dress shirt, continuing to make out with her clit and vagina. My tongue lapped her up while my hand, with my palm turned towards me, and my fingers curled inside, slowly rubbed her G-spot. Slow circles, front to back. I wanted her to cum on my face while she was standing in front of me.
Chapter 4. Hitting the Spot
I found her G-spot the first time we met, nervously at a hotel alongside the highway, when we first decided to move from a virtual affair to a physical one. Neither of us had been touched meaningfully, by another person desperate for physical intimacy, in so long. And neither of us expected to become so needful of each other. During another tryst, I had to leave to pick up my son at school. I brought him home, and then "went back to my meeting" to find her self-restrained with her legs spread on the bed, body waiting for me to return. We wanted each other, needed the healing touch that passionate intimate sexual energy brings, and found comfort in that. Tonight was no different. It was lustful. Loving. Animalistic. Intimate. Primal. Passionate. In a word, perfect.
She was getting close. I could feel her body respond to my tongue and fingers - by now we both had a good sense of that. And I wanted her on my face. In my mouth. On my lips. I wanted even more to pick her up and slide my penis inside, holding her off the floor with her arms around my neck and my hands under her legs...
...that was next.
Her breath quickened. She was about to cum. Then the moans, and her hands pushed my head so she buried my nose between her lips and started grinding her clit on my forehead, legs shaking....
"Ooooohhhhhhhhhahhhhhhhhh....Mmmmmmm......fuuuuckk baaay beee....."
My hands immediately dropped to my belt, unbuckled it, unbuttoned my pants, unzipped them, as she held me there as wave after warm wave of pleasure rushed out onto me, and I licked and sucked it, swallowing as much as I could. My chin was slick with her.
Her hands dropped to my shoulders, and I stood up, trousers dropping to the floor, cock straining against my underwear, which I removed without hesitation. I sprang out and hit her belly. She looked down, smiled, and looked into my eyes...
"Come to me" she said.
And I did.
Chapter 5. Penetration
I bent down, gripped her ass, and lifted her up, in one smooth motion taking each arm from outside her legs and wrapping them, one at a time, under her inner thighs. This way I could keep her legs spread wide for the best penetration, while supporting her and allowing her to slide freely up and down.
I bent my knees and dropped her down slowly until the head of my penis, now pulsing in sync with my heartbeat, pressed up against her soaked lips. Our mouths met again, as she descended on me, and she tasted herself on my lips and tongue. The wet warmth of our mouths was matched equally by the union below. I was buried completely inside her, only my balls were visible, should someone have been lucky enough to be watching from the floor.
Her legs gripped my hips. Our arms wrapped around our shoulders. She contracted and gripped me inside her, holding that grip as she used her legs for leverage to slide up and down.
Oh my fucking god I want to cum inside you right fucking now
I thought. I knew she wanted me, but I wanted more than just alternating orgasms tonight. I wanted to time it together. We had been discussing this for a while; it had been so long for us both. I wanted to feel her contracting around me as I pumped her full.
But not standing up.
I walked us over to the couch, and set her down, back against the cushions and her ass hanging just a bit off the edge. She dropped her legs down to the ground and thrust her hips up to meet me. I pulled out slowly and pressed my entire length into her. Each time I thrust in she raised her hips, while I sucked and nibbled on each perfect nipple. She reached around her ass and started playing with my balls with one hand, while the other was on my ass, pulling me in with each thrust.
We had each received at least half a dozen texts by now, from various friends or family members, each saying something relatively random and, as far as we were concerned, completely meaningless in the moment. We were focused on each other. On our pleasure. Our passion. The pure healing release, the naturally addicting mixture of hormones and emotions we so desperately sought after with our respective spouses but could only find with each other...
