Lunch Date
I originally wrote this as a guest post for my friend Mary Palmerin’s blog. Thought I’d share with you. Hope you enjoy.
xoxo
My fingers tap frantically on the keyboard as I rush to respond to the last of the emails that have been littering my inbox since yesterday. My eyes flit to the corner of my computer screen once again to check the time. Eleven fifty-seven. My heart starts to drum just a little bit faster, knowing that in just minutes I will be on my way to see him.
Him.
Just the thought has my lips parting slightly to accommodate my suddenly heavy breathing. My eyes close briefly as I flush in remembrance of his touch, his kiss, the lingering way his breath caressed my skin the last time we were together. While it was only yesterday, my body craves him like it has been ages.
A voice from outside my office shakes me from my reverie and I finish my email, hit the send button, and rise from my desk. It is twelve o’clock on the dot now, and my black patent leather stilettos hurry me towards the bank of elevators that will bring me three floors up to my lunch date. While waiting for the lift, I check myself in the reflection of the closed doors in front of me. I smile as I see the obvious effects of even just thinking about my lover. My brown eyes are bright and excited, my lips plump, and my skin is glowing with anticipation. On the ride up to his floor I try but fail to hide the wide smile on my face. An older gentleman sharing the elevator with me smirks curiously.
Impatient legs carry me down the marbled hall towards his office. The loud clicking of my heels sounds hurried and I force myself to slow my steps so as not to appear flushed when I get there. His door is open. I pause to take a deep breath before crossing the threshold.
My lover sits at his mahogany desk, looking at his computer screen while talking quietly into his cell phone. He doesn’t notice me right away and I take the opportunity to simply admire him. His dark hair is neatly brushed from his forehead that is creased in concentration. His fingers come up to rest at his lips as he contemplates something and I find myself mimicking him, touching my lips that ache to touch his.
It isn’t until I close his door and click the lock in place that his hazel eyes meet mine and crinkle as his lips turn up in a sexy grin. Still on his phone, he stands and moves towards me, his eyes locked onto mine, pressing our bodies flush until my back is against his closed door. One of his strong hands touches my hip; he gives it a little squeeze and then moves down and around to cup my bottom. I inhale with a hiss when his soft lips greet the skin just under my jaw.
With a few more words he ends his call, slips his phone into his back pocket and then those hands that I love so much are cupping my face, his lips finally touching mine.
I feel myself melt into him as his tongue massages my own, slow open-mouthed kisses, warm and wet. I rub his chest through his shirt, the way I know he loves, and I am rewarded with a soft groan into my mouth.
“Hey baby,” he says quietly with a smile when our lips pull apart and he wraps his muscular arms around me in a tight embrace. My cheek rests on his shoulder; I place a small kiss on his neck, and sigh. There is no other place that I feel more content.
I feel his hands snake down to my ass then to the hem of my skirt where his fingers graze the backs of my thighs. My skin tingles as they climb higher and finger the lace trim of my underwear, now damp with arousal.
My lover pulls away from me and my back is pressed against his door once more. His sweet but intense eyes glance down as he hitches my skirt up around my waist. Lips curve up in a smile when he sees I’m wearing his favorite purple panties.
A slight growl in the back of his throat sends shivers up my spine and suddenly he is on me. His lips are back on mine briefly, then across my cheek and down my neck as his hand slips between my legs, teasing me through the wet fabric covering my throbbing pussy. One finger traces the outline of my slit, and then cleaves me, pressing gently on my swelling button.
“Shh, someone will hear you,” he whispers into my ear, then bites the lobe before flicking it with his tongue and moving back to my neck. I bite my lip to quiet the moans escaping my throat.
Warm hands slip into the sides of my panties and push them down, just to mid-thigh, and I must stifle another moan as he parts my soaked folds and runs his fingers through my skin again. His fingers, coated in my arousal, slide easily back to front before circling my clit and this time I simply can’t keep quiet.
I pout as he pulls away and looks at me in mock chastisement. Then a mischievous gleam lights his eyes and he is kneeling to pull my panties down my legs and over my heels. A kiss on my glistening mound makes my knees weak and then my love is upright again, holding my panties in his hands and staring at me in a way that makes me quiver.
My left hand is brought over my head and then the right where they are both trapped in one of his, pinned against the door behind me. Another searing kiss; he swirls his tongue with mine and then sucks lightly on it. When he pulls away he brings his other hand, the one holding my panties, up to my mouth and demands, “Open.”
Salty cream coats my tongue and I am completely at his mercy, his body pressing me against the door, my hands trapped above my head. His hand is between my legs once more and while I still moan, the noises are muffled by my panties in my mouth.
He knows how to touch me to drive me insane; his fingers sliding through my slick folds, circling my clit, slowly, deliberately, and then two fingers inside my tight hole. My hips push towards him, my legs spread wide, only my shoulders, head, and hands still against the door and I start to feel it take over me: the tightness coiling in my belly, ready to snap. His hand holding my wrists grips tighter while his other fucks me, his palm pressing right on my swollen clit. I feel his fingers curl inside me, stroking my spot, and I press harder into him and let go.
The sensation runs through me, the wonderful jolts of pleasure spreading to the tips of my fingers and toes. Rolling waves of euphoria, all with his name on them, cause me to spasm around his fingers.
He doesn’t let me move, not right away, but keeps me there, pressed against the door, panties still in my mouth. He stares intently into my eyes as he keeps moving his fingers in and out of me until my orgasm runs its course and I am left breathless and dizzy.
He releases my wrists and now I am the aggressor. Pulling the panties from my mouth, I toss them aside and kiss my love with a ferociousness that has him stumbling backwards. My hands are fists in his hair while he works on the buttons of the blue blouse that soon joins my panties on his office floor.
We kiss passionately as we make our way over to his chair that I am not ashamed to say has suffered much abuse from our lunchtime trysts. My lover sits and pulls me into his lap so that I am straddling him, my skirt still bunched up so that I am totally exposed from the waist down. I feel his hands caress my back as he leans in and places his mouth at my left breast, sucking my nipple through the lace of my purple bra. Hands around his head, I hold him to me while shocks of electricity run straight from my nipples to my throbbing cunt.
My hands reach down to free his cock from the confines of his pants and it springs free, standing proud and glistening at the tip. I thumb the bead of wetness there and he hisses in response. When I tease myself by rubbing his hard shaft through my wet folds he throws his head back and sighs. My lips take the opportunity to caress his neck and when I finally sink down, taking his cock all the way inside to the base, I feel the muscles of his throat strain.
“Oh baby,” he groans and then places his hands at my hips while I grind against him.
He is fully sheathed within me, so hard, so deep, so fucking wonderful.
Our mouths connect again, tongues circling together, slowly and sensually, our breathing as one. My hips thrust against him in a steady rhythm until we can both feel how close we are to coming. I lean back, bracing myself with my hands resting on his legs behind me and I start to move faster. His fingers pull the cup of my bra down, exposing my right breast and his teeth clamp down gently on my nipple before he sucks it into his mouth and swirls his tongue around it.
“Ah, fuck,” I call quietly as I start to come again and he replies with a deep groan. His fingers dig into my hips as he pulls me tightly to him. I watch his face twist in agonized bliss as he comes deep inside me, his cock pulsing in time with his labored breaths.
My body is calm now, sated, as I lie against him and his warms hands run up and down my back. I rest my head against his shoulder and I feel his lips at my forehead. I sigh. I am completely at ease. When our breathing slows I finally lift my head and look at my lover. He grins at me and then kisses me softly and sweetly, his hands cradling my face as though I am a precious treasure.
Though I desire nothing more than to spend the rest of the day right here, I sadly have work to get back to. Very reluctantly, I extract myself from my lover’s embrace, locate my soaked panties and blouse and make myself presentable once again. With a kiss to my lips and a spank to my bottom, he bids me a good afternoon. As I exit his office I throw a wink over my shoulder and say, “See you tomorrow, baby.”
