We have all experienced the effects of not eating for a period of time. Your body, through your stomach sends out constant reminders that it needs food. As time goes on and the need goes unfulfilled so the mind becomes consumed with the need for sustenance. Both body and mind demand physical and mental relief that food will give them.
The hunger for sex is largely the same. When you have tasted the riches of an erotic banquet, so a sustained absence from feasting plays on your mind and body. What starts out as a desire and want can grow into a need, a demand. Cocks stay harder more frequently and for longer. Pussy's wetter, lips swollen, nipples harder and sore. All these physical manifestations send urgent signals to the mind for relief through the foods of erotic pleasure. The demand for sustenance, to satisfy the sexual hunger consuming mind and body only grows to torment and frustrate. The desperate need to taste the delights and seek release that carnal gratification will give, can lead to exciting but risky actions to achieve and satisfy mind and body.
My mobile quietly buzzes into life and the screen lights up. I look down at it to see who is phoning. Just two letters tell me, "HB". With our relationship intensifying in recent months we feel it is prudent not to have our real names displaying on our mobiles. A small change helps deflect any suspicions about our 'peculiar' behaviour! We opt for using abbreviations of our monikers we have given each other. My Horny Bitch is phoning me again, and as always a tingle of excitement ripples through me. I swipe to answer.
"Hi" I answer nonchalantly. We had talked several times over the last couple of weeks. Being apart as we were at this moment in time, this is the only way to keep in touch -- in touch with what we really want.
"I'm not hungry anymore" you say calmly.
"Oh?" I reply, questioning, searching and a bit disappointed.
"I'm fucking starving!" you sharply respond. "Are you busy?" you continue.
"Umm not especially" I reply wondering where this is going.
"I need some help" you say quietly.
"Oh?" I say again, this time more eager to know what help you need.
"I'm in the downstairs storage room and unpacking stuff from the exhibition"
"Ohhh!" I say, failing to hide the surprise from my voice. I had no idea you had plans to return to the office.
"If you can come down to help me" you add trailing off. Before I can gather my thoughts you add,
"Ohh and I have a Valentine's Day present for you as well. Come soon." You finish with a slight giggle and the phone connection is lost.
I wait a while. Not good just to run off downstairs as much as I want to. Don't draw any attention had become a staple of our needs. As I wait I am still in 'shock' that you are actually here having been away at an exhibition. Surprised ... yes. Pleased... Ohh yes!
Finally I leave my desk as I make my way down to you. I ponder on the fact we have had a full on January, highlighted with a doggy style fuck on your birthday. I was lucky with a bonus cock suck and swallow on the drive back to the office on that day too. Totally satisfied! The last couple of weeks on the other hand - nothing. Work commitments had ensured we did not have a single day together once in that period. The loss of time together increasingly reflected in our conversations and the tone of growing want for each other.
"This is frustrating" soon turned to "I really want you". It did not take long before the need became more noticeable in our conversations. "I'm hungry" and "I need to feast" and "Satisfy my cravings!" and "For fuck sake feed me!"
Without any doubt feast had definitely turned to famine...
In the past we had stolen the occasional moment in the storage room but always restricted our 'indulgences' to hot hard kissing and nervy fumbling's and teasing touches. While you are a rightful key holder to the store, sadly you are not the only one. The risk of someone stumbling upon us is always there and that thought curtails our desires to go further.
I gingerly open the door. You have your back to me. As always I love what you wear albeit in this case a simple white blouse and a dark grey knee length skirt. My eyes do linger on your arse before settling on stockinged legs and black heels. My cock responds to the desire for, and delights of you.
You are dropping and layering what seems to be marketing literature on the grubby carpet between the shelving on the right hand wall, and the one abandoned chair in the middle of the room. You look over your shoulder at me and smile slightly.
"Come in and lock the door and stay where you are." You say crisply. The authority in your voice ensures I obey your instructions! I watch quizzically as you continue to layer more pamphlets on the floor until you have completed a decent size glossy mat.
You admire your handy work briefly before you swiftly turn to face me. Your brown eyes sparkle with, well and I am going to say-- lust. While your eyes always have the capacity to captivate me, my eyes drop initially to your vibrant full red lips, then further down noticing that you have undone half the buttons of your blouse, and the gap this creates reveals just enough bare flesh that suggests you are not wearing a bra!. Proof? I greedily stare at your teasingly hidden tits as they bounce and quiver as you walk purposefully towards me. As you approach, you place both your hands on my shoulders and push me firmly back onto the wall by the door. I feel the weight of your body pinning me. I gasp slightly at this unexpected event. My lips barely apart is seemingly enough of an 'invitation' for you to plunge your tongue into my mouth, lips crushing lips. As if by instinct I respond to your blatant demands by forcing my tongue into your mouth. Instantly our kisses rise into the aggressive feasting we enjoy where pain and pleasure mix and excite us.
My mind is just about catching up with the unexpected but exciting 'attack' when I feel your hand sliding between us homing in on my cock. I shudder as your hand nestles on my covered shaft and you stroke it firmly. We both moan into each other's mouths as my cock, so absent from our pleasure in the last few weeks, instantly reminds us of what we have missed! I tense slightly as I feel you fumble and undo my zip. Your hand groping for my cock and balls trying to find the opening into my boxers, is in danger of making me want to come! Finally I feel your cool fingers accidentally teasing my shaft before closing your cool hand around me and slowly wanking me. The sensation of my building climax only increases to your touch and I need my own distraction to prolong the pleasure. I move my hands to your hips and then around to your arse, feeling for and finding the thin band of your suspenders. Using them as a guide I slide my hands down until the noticeable embossed stocking tops can be felt through your skirt. Of course I know you are wearing stockings, but even still, 'finding out' you are never fails to excite me!
Having enjoyed stroking your thighs and stockings I move my hands further down until they reach the hem of your skirt. I pinch the material and to start to pull it up your legs. In a blink of an eye I feel you release my cock, smack my hand before clamping your hand around my throbbing rod again, this time with the added sensation of your thumb circling my cockhead!
The warning heeded I reluctantly let your skirt go. There is a reason why you stopped me and I'm sure I will find out soon enough, well I definitely hope so! Fortunately you have other interests that will distract me! I find the fastened buttons on your blouse and undo them as far as the waist band of your skirt. Now as open as you can be, I slide my hands under your open top and cup and squeeze your tits before giving each nipple a firm pinch. You groan into my mouth as I tease and play with your soft orbs. Not that our kisses have relented or stopped, but there is an increased vigour as the heat of our sexual exploration rises.
We finally take a break from our intense kissing. Crushed tingling lips only add to the sensations we are both feeling as our cock and tit action relentlessly continues. We look into and search others eyes. If you see in mine what I feel I can see in yours, we have gone too far to stop. We have so quickly in the minutes we have been together, passed the point where rationality and sober judgement should intervene and alert us to the risk and dangers of what we are doing.
"Go and sit on the chair" you say breathlessly, "and undo your trousers and slide then and your boxers down to your ankles. I want to look at your hard cock standing to attention!" you add with the air of authority again. You move back from me so I can walk to the chair. As instructed I undo my trousers and with a push slide them and my boxers down. I sit down facing you. Your eyes move between looking at mine and my stiff weapon that is standing proud as you wanted.
You step towards me until we are virtually touching. You smile at me.
"It's time for me to give you your Valentine's present." You say much to my surprise. Considering what we are doing to each other, it does feel an odd time to be handing out gifts.
I look up at you questioningly. A sly smile plays across your mouth and you dip to take then hem of your skirt with both hands. I sense you staring me at me as my eyes drop to watch you slowly lift your skirt up over nyloned legs; higher revealing the dark band of stocking top, higher over the contrasting milky smoothness of your naked thighs and then to pull it yet higher exposing a naked bald pink pussy. All that is true with one surprising and pleasing exception. The drawn heart shape, rendered so perfectly, I guess using the same vibrant red lipstick long removed from your lips, frames your pussy. The dip of the top of the heart pointing seductively at your clit. I stare and admire the artwork. If this is my present then me and my cock will enjoy it shamelessly! I look up at you and smile.
"Thank you for my present," I say, "It will give me hours of pleasure!" I add, very pleased with myself.
"Your arrow will pierce my heart." you say coolly, then add, "That is not a request that is what will happen".
