Slow Saturday

It's late on a Saturday afternoon, everyone is gone from the building and you're just finishing up some overdue paperwork. Stupid stuff that you don't see the reason or need for, but the boss says you have to do it, so you are. It feels like hours that you've been at this mind-numbing garbage, so you decide to take a small break. Starting up your laptop you decide to surf around one of your favorite websites.

There's all forms of beautiful women, clothed, partially clothed, coyly nude, brazenly nude...all shapes, sizes, colors, attitudes. You feel the familiar stirring in your groin. You can't help it, you're a man after all, and what red-blooded man could resist the buffet for the eyes you have in front of you.

Being thankful for the comfortable blue jogging suit you decided to wear today, you slip your hand into your lap and rub along the length of your growing arousal. Breasts, backsides, pussies of all designs...they're just there, on the screen, letting you eat them up with your eyes.

It feels so good, stroking yourself, but skin on skin always feels so much better, so you lift up and slide your pants down, letting your still stiffening cock bob up, free of its confines.

Oh, yes, that's much better.

As you continue to browse through the photos of lovely ladies, stroking yourself absentmindedly, you don't notice the 'shushing' sound of fabric coming from your outer offices. You're too distracted by the photos in front of you to really notice anything else...

A small "Ahem" finally reaches your ears, and as the shock of realization hits you that someone else is in your office, you're glancing up to see, in heart wrenching relief, that it's only me.

There's a naughty grin on my face, "I thought you were working on paperwork?" and I saunter into your office, hips swaying slightly.

"I have been," you respond, "just taking a little break."

I've come around the side of your desk, and lean in to see what's on your monitor. At the same time I can see what's going on in your lap also. "Oh," I say, with a sad, melancholy tone, "are you working yourself up over all that website pussy again?"

You push away from the desk and turn your black leather chair to face me. God, you're so beautiful. Your cock in your hand, slightly lax, barely touching yourself as you move it up and down your shaft. "Well, what else can I do," you ask, "on a lonely Saturday afternoon?"

I step forward, to stand between your knees, the denim of my skirt brushing against your bare legs. As I speak, I raise the hem slowly, enticingly, "Weeeellll," I begin, "there's all that computer generated pussy, or," as my skirt is now brushing past my thighs, "there's this real, live, soaking wet one right here."

You reach out and run your hands up my legs. A naughty, secret filled smile spreads across your face as you take note that I'm not wearing any panties. One hand on my hip pulls me closer to you while the other slides around to cup my hairless mound. You slip one finger between my lips and draw forward, opening me and feeling my arousal. There's practically a puddle of my juices in your palm as you pull your hand away for a moment.

Bringing your eyes up to meet mine, we lock gazes as you lick my juices from your hand. I lean in, bracing myself on the edge of your desk and kiss you deeply, relishing the taste of myself mixed with all that is you.

As much as I want to just slip into your lap and sink down on you, an inch at a time, an excruciatingly slow pace to drive us both to distraction, I must taste you as you've tasted me.

I caress your face, from the back of your neck, across your cheek and to your chin as I close our kiss and drop to my knees. You sit back in your chair and relax as I gaze longingly at your now totally rigid member. As you withdraw your hand, mine takes it place. You're smooth like velvet and I love the way you feel in my hands. Oh yeah, Baby, I need both hands to properly stroke you. I want to be sure you feel so good, so very good. The head of your cock is swollen with want and desire, leaking just bit and I stick my tongue out to taste you. "Hmmmmmmm," I say, "so sweet." And I continue to lick you like an ice cream cone, long, slow, wet licks from the base to the tip.

You're head is lolled back against the back of your chair, you're enjoying this and I'm so glad. You're glistening with my saliva now as I grasp you with my hands, sliding up and down your shaft; I take the tip of your cock in my mouth. You feel so good to me like this, wet and slippery in my hands, swollen and large in my mouth.

I'm caught in that horrid place where I can't decide if I want to suck you off or be impaled on this beautiful cock of yours. The decision is taken away from me when I feel your hands on my shoulders. They are shaking with the intensity it takes for you to consciously remove my mouth from around you, but you manage to do it, while whispering to me, "I want you, I want to be inside you when I come."

And who am I to refuse such a request?

Hiking my skirt up around my waist once again, I settle with my knees on either side of your hips, finally in that glorious position to drive us both wild. As slow as I possibly can, I sink into your lap. Your cock entering me so damn slow! Stretching me, I can feel everything, every inch of you, every vein, every ...... oh god, just everything!!

When my ass is finally resting on your thighs, I lean into you and rest my forehead to yours. I can feel you inside me, twitching involuntarily in anticipation, the head nudging and rubbing the entrance to my womb.

It's the same reaction I have every time, "Oh god!! You're so deep, so deep! I never want to move from this spot!" I almost cry the words, you feel so good!

"No, no Baby," you whisper to me, "it's better if we move, so damn much better!" And your hands are on my hips, beginning to move me, small, tiny movements, showing me just the tiniest bit of how good it can be.

"Ohhhh, yesssss," I hiss, you're right, you're so fucking RIGHT!! It does feel better; I move my hands to the back of the chair, on either side of your head and begin to move myself.

Up and down, I slide on you. I'm so wet, there's a faint, squishing sound. Good god you make me wet! I'm teasing us both now, rising up to where you're almost completely out of me, and then crashing back down with everything I have. The feel of you entering me, opening me again and again as I slide back down is intoxicating. Each time the channel of my pussy clenches as you slide along my clit. The feel of you so deep inside teases that edge of pleasure/pain, and feels so good.

You're getting close to orgasm too now, your hands are on my hips once again, helping me move, finding the rhythm that will work for both of us. Your feet firmly planted on the floor allows you to lift your hips to meet mine. The slapping of sweaty bodies is loud in the quiet of the rooms, and we're very lucky there is no one else around.

I'm moaning and keening, babbling nonsensically, just noise and the occasional, "Oh! God! Yes! Right THERE!!" You are in the same blissful place, grunts of exertion as you groan out to me, "Aw, yeah! Baby, so tight! So fucking, beautifully TIGHT!"

Then I feel it, the burning in my feet, there's no going back from here and I announce my climax, "AHH! Please, YES! I'm coming!"

The constriction of me along your length is almost too much for you to bear. As you've already announced, I'm wonderfully tight, and you think to yourself, 'Can I take it if she gets any tighter?'

Oh, Baby, you have no other choice!!

My orgasm triggers yours and they feed off each other. My body clenching around yours, your pulses and throbs of climax fighting against the tightness of my pussy. It feels like it goes on forever, but finally it all subsides and we are able to catch our breath.