Suzanne loved it when Pete worked from home because sometimes, when their schedules aligned, she could be with him when he worked. She made a point to be extremely quiet when she approached his home office area, probably being more careful than needed since his headset blocked most background noise. Still, she respected his career and didn't ever want to interfere with his work. Pete sat primarily at his computer desk all day when he worked from home, always doing something complex and/or being involved with national or even global conference calls.
He was on such a call when she arrived, and his disappointed face when he pointed to the clock showed that he was stuck in a meeting for nearly an hour more. The fantastic thing about him working at home, though, was that he could take coffee breaks often, and frequently that meant delicious sex. The naughtiness of erotic play while on company time was simply too fun to resist. Naturally, they kept these sessions brief, but they could have many of them.
Stepping softly, Suzanne glided into the room and she placed her things on his bed. Ah, the memories she had of that bed. That he could work from his bedroom, with phantoms of recent sensual adventures haunting the room, impressed her tremendously. Sitting on the edge, she automatically smoothed the covers, less for neatness but instead to reacquaint herself with the room, reinforce to her the reality of being there, on that bed, with him so close.
He was evidently deep into his meeting and could spare little time for her. This didn't bother her because it meant she could do something she was surprised to love so much: to lie at Pete's feet while he worked. Whenever she snuggled under the desk to be naked at his feet, Suzanne wondered if something was wrong with her. She was highly educated, accomplished. She fought for equal opportunities at work and in the community; and yet she sometimes undeniably loved being like a pet spaniel for Pete. He was that special to her. She wasn't like this all the time for him, of course, just periodically. She consoled her professional self with that thought.
Suzanne undressed in a quick strip tease for herself in the full-length mirror, especially enjoying the feel of the silky blouse on her skin but moreover relishing the sense of release when all the clothes came off. Clothes may make the man, she thought, but it's a false man. The true self is naked, awake to all sensations and not just to those of constricting clothing. Ironically, she liked times when she was nude but Pete remained clothed; it made her feel powerful, strong, on fire, while also more keenly aware of her physical vulnerability.
She could easily seduce him right then with her feminine nakedness, as she had often done, but chose not to since he was entrenched in the meeting. She walked toward him, and when he turned to face her he muted his headset momentarily to tell her how beautiful and precious she was to him. No matter what her day had been, no matter how they had changed over the many years, his words always delighted her, and she beamed in smiles visible from head to toe. Suzanne knew that he spoke the truth, that she was beautiful; but she also knew that she worked much harder to be healthy, fit, and attractive for Pete so his praise of her would always be sincere. Both of them had passed the volatile eras of youth and young adulthood to be in the prized years of greater self-knowledge and contentment, and yet they retained most of their physical vitality. They were proud of their ages, their experiences. Maurice Chevalier correctly expressed their thoughts when he sang, "I'm glad that I'm not young any more."
Pete quickly pulled her to him, kissed her passionately, and then turned her around to give her a light, playful spank. Somehow, the way he did that, Suzanne felt intensely complimented, exciting, and excited. Just before he returned to his meeting, he rolled the leather chair back a bit more to allow her entry to under the rather large desk. It wasn't necessary for him to do that, but she loved his courteous gesture and gladly accepted it.
Obviously, in a real office setting it's rarely if ever possible to have a naked woman under the desk, but in that home office it happened often enough that Pete kept a thick fleece blanket there just for her. She always initially settled in by curling up in a tight ball, her knees to her chest, heels touching her ass, and pillowing her head on his foot. Sometimes, after an especially energetic "coffee break," Pete would return to the desk also nude. But normally, like this time, he was dressed. His home office attire was rarely the suit and tie he wore at company get-togethers, but instead soft, loose pants and a baggy old t-shirt. She thought he looked adorable dressed that way.
She wrapped her arms around his left ankle while rubbing her legs against his right. She didn't need to open her eyes to see him smile; she knew it. She delighted in the caress of the fleece all around her, wriggled into its softness that contrasted with Pete's firm, muscular legs and bony ankles and feet. She was glad his feet were uncovered because she loved to rub her cheeks against the tender skin on the top of his feet, to gently kiss them all over and, when he wasn't actually talking in the online meeting, to suck on his toes one by one. Today, to suggest to him her state of mind and desires, she sucked in three toes at once, stretching her mouth and taking in as much of him as she could, like a snake swallowing its prey. Pete gasped a hushed whisper of surprise and pleasure, and when she looked up she saw her wicked gleam echoed in his eyes. He obviously knew how much she wanted to tease and to please him.
Suzanne liked to surprise Pete, to keep him alert by being somewhat unpredictable like that, so after intensely sucking his foot and pumping it with her mouth, rather than doing something else sexual she stopped completely, cuddled up in a tight ball again, hugged herself and rested. She sometimes remained like that for an hour or more, nearly falling asleep against his feet in comfort and elation, but now she couldn't remain still for long-- it felt too erotic being naked and so wonderfully close to him. Soon she unfolded herself and encircled his right foot and ankle with her legs, pressing her moistening and increasingly needy pussy on his flesh. Squirming slightly to rub herself on him, she let her hands reach up his left pant leg to explore his calf. She was always careful that she didn't tickle him or startle him so his voice would remain calm and consistent to his colleagues hundreds or thousands of miles away. She giggled silently at the thought of his co-workers' reactions if they were suddenly in the same room, could see what Pete saw.
Enticed with imagined exhibitionism for those unseen men, Suzanne removed her left hand from Pete's leg and rubbed her clit and pussy sensuously till she serenely climaxed, picturing herself as the centerpiece of a conference table surrounded by obviously horny men, totally aroused by her. Pete looked down when he heard her breath deepen, so when she could again open her eyes she saw his, shiny with desire for her and frustrated with his obligation to participate in the meeting. Still holding his gaze, she brought her left hand to her face, and with one broad stroke of her tongue licked her pussy juices off her palm and fingers. Pete licked his lips in reply, and instantly lost the fight to avoid an erection.
