I love my job. I enjoy the work. It often feels more like play than work. But some weeks can be rather demanding, like this week. The standard workweek just isn't enough time to get it all done, so here I am in my office on a Saturday evening. It's not really my office. I share it with one of my colleagues, but he often takes advantage the flexible post-pandemic policies to work from home. I barely see him during regular hours, much less on a weekend. To get to our little office, there is a locked door leading to a short corridor that separates us from the rest of the department. They've tried to make the corridor cozy with a little reading nook-like bench with a reading lamp. Given that there are no windows in here, it's not exactly welcoming, but the bench is comfortable, hidden from the view of the door with its large window. The hallway opens into a moderate open office space that feels spacious in comparison. Windows along one wall overlook the well-preserved medieval city where we live. On clear mornings, the rising sun lights up the room, but now the windows are dark. Only my single desk lamp, turned towards the reddish curtain, casts a warm glow over my workspace.
As you are the kind of reader who enjoys voyeuristic fantasies, you've probably already guessed that I am sitting at my desk butt naked. Like you, dear reader, I love to feel the air on my skin, all of my skin. A warm summer breeze is particularly pleasurable, but even the still air of the office beats the hell out of sweating into my clothes. The old district heating in here isn't exactly responsive. I often have to crack the windows even in winter, but it does help keep the air fresh. Without even my socks on now, the warm radiator next to me feels wonderful.
After a slow morning of sleeping in, drinking coffee in the nude, and then making love to my wife, I walked down to the office around noon. It's been a productive day of catching up on emails, preparing materials for the coming week, and reading reports that I should have read weeks ago. My brain is getting tired, but I want to get through this last one before walking home. Fortunately I have one of those snazzy standing desks that I can raise at the touch of a button. It's a massive desk too. Loads of space to spread out. Spread out my papers, of course, so I can more easily read them.
I push my rolling chair aside as I stand, stretching my hips a bit, feeling the relaxed skin of my genitals swing gently in the warm air. Seeking a bit more motivation, I reach into the cabinet next to me for my headphones. Perhaps I've gotten a bit brazen recently, but no one has walked in on my yet (as far as I know). I turn on some EDM with a nice driving bass to put a little energy into the atmosphere and try to focus my eyes on the screen.
The report covers an interesting topic, but it's not well written. A bit repetitive, and I'm struggling to understand what the author is trying to convey. Boredom creeps in. One hand twirls the pen I had been taking notes with. The other wanders under the desk, grabbing and tugging at my member reflexively. I run my fingertips over the short pubic that surrounds my shaft. After a recent conversation with my wife about pubic hair, I finally decided that after I had used the clippers to trim the hair on my head, I ought to turn the device to my crotch. I'm not sure why it took me this long to try it. I get basically the same increase in sensation as shaving it clean (and my wife gets a lot less hair in her face when she's gives me head) but without any in-grown hairs or the risk of cuts. My wife hasn't yet tried any at-home remedies yet. She still goes to a salon for a Brazilian wax a few times a year. Those few weeks after each waxing are my favorite. I love giving my wife head, and nothing feels quite so nice on my mouth as her smooth, wet labia - especially when she sits on my face, rocking her hips, pushing her clitoris into my tongue.
I can feel an erection starting just at the thought, but I need to focus. I didn't get anything out of those last two paragraphs. Starting at the top of the page, I put both hands on top of the desk to keep them from distracting me again. But before I've even gotten through half the page, my fingers are pulling at my short pubic hairs again, and the memory of that conversation starts pushing into my consciousness. It was actually a bit uncomfortable. I had made a comment about the growing tangle of red-orange hair on my wife's crotch, and she took offense. As much as I love giving her head, I had neglected it since the hair grew back from her last waxing. And then I had moved abroad, so I hadn't gotten the chance to give it an honest try while she had a full bush. She had gotten another waxing before this visit, and we've been making up for lost time.
Mostly I've been making up for lost time being separated all those weeks from those delicious lips. Last night, we had fallen asleep naked, our limbs intertwined, inhaling the smell of each other's skin. When I awoke, she was on her back, snoring softly, one leg outstretched to touch mine. I moved as slowly as possible down to the foot of the bed and gently lifted the corner of the blanket just enough to reveal one leg and her smooth mound. I crawled ever so gently between legs, holding my breath, I laid my lips at the very top of her slit, watching her face for a sign of awakening. When she didn't stir, I moved downward, grabbing one of her lips with mine and tugged. And then the other, opening her sex. Breathing again, I inhaled her scent, getting more excited. I slowly ran my tongue between her labia, tasting her juices, and I heard the slightest moan. I looked up to see her smile, but she didn't open her eyes. She pretended to stay asleep as my licking became more vigorous, until both of us knew she wasn't sleeping, and neither of us cared.
My eyes have glazed over, my shaft has responded firmly to the erotic reminiscing, and my hand is stroking my head automatically. I pull the hand back on top of the desk, drop my pen and bury my face in my hands, rubbing my tired eyes. As my erection softens, I freeze. I swear I just felt something touch my genitals. My eyes open wide, my heart rate increases, and I slowly reach for my headphones. I pull them off silently, listening for something in the room. It's quiet except the tinny thumping of the small speakers now lying on the desk. As I press the stop button, there is the unmistakable feeling of a finger along the under side of my penis, and I recoil. I hear a slight giggle from under my desk.
"Pay no attention to me, love. I know you're busy," I hear my wife say softly with an audible smile from under the desk. "I missed you, so I thought I would come surprise you, but you were off in your own little world." She must have heard my exhale of relief in recognizing her voice. She reaches for my genitals again and begins to stroke my scrotum softly. She continues, "It was exciting watching you play with yourself. I've been playing with myself too." She grabs my slowly swelling penis and strokes it. "But you should finish what you're working on. I can keep myself occupied for a little while."
"I love you," is all I'm able to say through a broad smile of surprise and excitement.
"I love you!" she responds, all smiles too.
With a newfound energy, I put my headphones back on and pick up my pen. I stand a bit straighter, pushing my hips forward, and shift my weight, spreading my legs slightly. My wife gently strokes my half-hard member with one hand while touching my legs with the other. She adores my legs. Though not quite as defined as they used to be, they are plenty strong for her liking. We both have great legs. Strong legs from years of weight training and athletics. Staying fit can be hard as a working professional with a desk job, but even at a distance, we stay motivated to keep in shape, sending naked selfies to each other like we're sexting teenagers.
After a moment of focusing on my wife's hands caressing my lower body, I return my eyes to the screen. I finally finish the page and even get down a few notes. I start racing through the next. My mind sufficiently focused on the work, my erection fades, but my wife doesn't seem to care. She keeps caressing my genitals, top and bottom, left and right, between my legs and up my abdomen. I get through another page and see that I only have a few more. I want to finish this so as not to leave it unfinished for the lovemaking that is about to ensue.
As I scroll to the next page, I notice that only one hand is now touching me, stroking my half-hard member. My wife's grip is strong, which is unusual. She's often afraid of hurting me, despite my showing her how flexible a penis can be. Her steady pumping falters, and I feel her twitch. I pause the music and listen through my silent headphones. My wife moans audibly and inhales sharply in time with another jerk of her hand. I slowly remove the headphones and lay them quietly on the table. In the silence, I can hear the pulsating hum of her vibrator. She must be using her other hand to pleasure herself. It's one of those v-shaped toys with one end that sits inside her massaging her g-spot and the other end tucked between her labia massaging her clitoris. Another moan, deeper and louder this time, and my penis responds immediately. She laughs softly through heavy breathing, noticing my reaction.
"Sorry. Did I disturb you?" she asks, almost panting, clearly distracted by the toy inside her.
"You really are keeping yourself occupied down there, aren't you?" I ask playfully.
"Yeah," she pants, followed by another moan of pleasure.
"I want you inside me," she whispers lustfully, and my now full erection feels her lips kiss the very tip, just for a moment before her lips part, engulfing my head and sliding slowly down my shaft. She holds me there, her warm mouth wrapped around me, I also let out a breath, and she slowly pulls back, smearing her saliva all over me. Her hand rubs it in, stroking out to the tip and down to the root. As she takes me into her mouth again, I push my keyboard aside and turn off the monitor. I don't want anything to distract me from this now. She's now swallowing my shaft again and again, moaning with each exhale, sending vibrations through my groin. I reach under the desk and dig my fingers into her thick mane of bright red hair. Her rhythm falters as waves of pleasure spread from the vibrating toy that she is pressing into her clitoris with her other hand.
