It was a pleasant surprise when my Executive Assistant called me to let me know that my wife was on her way into my office. Chrissy doesn't often make the drive up to where I work, and I'd had no indicator from her that morning that she had plans to be up this way. The door to my office was open, as it usually is when I'm in the office and alone. Her 5'3" petite frame breezed in, dressed in a light blue floral sundress with her dark blonde hair pulled back. She dropped her bag by the door.
Chrissy and I have been married ten years now, and we're just past 30, but she is still as young, fresh-looking, and cute as the day we married. She has always had the tightest, cutest butt, and petite firm, b-cup breasts that are the perfect size to me. All, of course, accentuated by her narrow waist. But the whole package is completed by the angelic face - complete with green eyes, high cheeks, perpetually smiling lips, graceful neck, and just enough freckles to make her adorable in any lighting. And yet her angelic face can become the sexiest, most alluring sight in the world when she is in the right mood.
At the moment, the look on her sweet face is just professional enough to ensure that Karen, my Executive Assistant, doesn't suspect there is any ulterior motive for the visit beyond possibly going out for lunch. Karen followed behind Chrissy and leaned in the office door to get my attention.
"I just wanted to remind you that I'm meeting John for lunch." She said with a smile. "I'm going to take off now if that's alright."
"Oh, that's right," I said, having genuinely forgotten since she had told me early in the morning, "you have fun. Don't worry about the time - we will probably be late, too." I gestured to Chrissy, who turned and smiled at Karen. They knew each other only a little bit from the times they had met in circumstances like this over the year or so that Karen had been with me in this position.
"I have a feeling the arrival of my lovely bride means we will be having lunch as well." I said with a smile. Karen laughed dutifully and smiled at Chrissy.
"It's good to see you again, Mrs. Miller." Karen said as she straightened and prepared to make her escape, "You two have a great lunch!" And then she was gone.
"You, too..." Chrissy said to the empty door, not sure if Karen heard or not. She looked at me and we both chuckled.
"She's... uh... really eager to get to her lunch." I stated unnecessarily. Chrissy rolled her eyes humorously.
"So I see. Why do I get the impression that eating food isn't the only thing on her mind?" Chrissy turned back and closed my office door, but it was her locking it that made me raise my eyebrows at her. I stood and walked around my desk and the conference table and she met me halfway so I could take her in my arms and bent to kiss her properly in greeting. Her kisses still burn a path straight through my brain to my groin, and it wasn't long before I was poking her bellybutton. As she liked to do, she gently rubbed her belly back and forth against my erection as we kissed. My hands had migrated south of their own and were cupping her tight ass though her sundress - one cheek in each hand, just the way she liked. She broke the kiss with a contented sigh.
"Makes the drive soooo worth it." She said with a smile.
"I'm glad." I said with a chuckle, "now what do you want to do about lunch?"
Her lopsided mischievous smile was the beginning of an answer. She took a couple steps to the conference table, turned, lifted the hem of her sundress and sat on the edge of the table. As she slowly parted her legs I could see that she wasn't wearing any panties and her lips were glistening. I couldn't help but chuckle - I knew what she'd done. Her pussy lips were coated with lip gloss. Flavored lip gloss. Most, but not all, of the glistening was the lip gloss. Some was the excitement she got from thinking about what she was going to do on the drive here.
"I thought maybe I could be the first course." She said with a husky tone, her breath already deep in anticipation.
I love the way her mind works, and within moments I was seated with my face between her spread legs as she reclined back on the tabletop. I could already detect the incredible scent of her aroused pussy, with a hint of raspberry, and it was already making my mouth water. Chrissy was already kneading her own breasts with her hands through the material of the sundress and the bra she wore. Even as I took in the sight of her perfect, pussy, shaved smooth, it began to glisten even more as her natural moisture built in anticipation.
I kissed the inside of one knee and she flinched slightly with the first touch of my lips, a small moan escaping her. Then I licked a small line upwards toward her center. Then I turned and kissed the inside of her other knee and felt her legs tremble slightly. The next moan came when I licked a line upwards from that knee and made it halfway to where her legs joined her body before pausing. Her moan sounded like a somewhat frustrated growl now.
"I feel compelled to even out the pattern, of course." I kidded her, as I returned to the inside of the other thigh. She groaned.
