One of those days
It was one of those days...the ones I always tell you about. High stress, too many meetings. You know a Tuesday.... I know I always talk about it after the fact. But, today I really wish you were here. I'd send you a quick text...something that seems almost meaningless. Let's take a break... why don't you meet me at the bar. I need a snack, half an hour just to get back on track.
You know there isn't a bar....you know that I mean the mechanical room in the basement. Someplace quiet to get out some frustrations before getting back to work for another 3 hours. We are so good at hiding it....the little glances in the elevator, the causal talk at the water cooler. But, we know what we are.....what we need. Almost causally we found it. The mechanical room door never really is locked. Next to the gym and the break area. So haphazard really. You'd think someone would have noticed.
But, I arrive and you're no where to be found. I wait, I text but nothing...so I open the door. And there you are. Dress hiked up to your waist, no panties. Your little pussy dripping wet....
Oh I'm sorry I couldn't text you back I was to busy playing with myself, you say.
Well, that's quite the predicament. We lost at least 5 mins... I say as I loosen my tie and lock the door behind me.
There's just this energy, this low pulsing groan in my head as I move towards you and bury my tongue into your waiting wet clit. I feel your hands move up and cup my head...grabbing at my hair pulling me deeper into you. You're gushing. It's all over my face. I can feel the heat coming off you as I rabidly lick up as much of your juice as I can.
Your head rolls back as I feel your nails dig into my scalp....I know you're on the edge. I slide two fingers in and wait for you to explode while licking your little throbbing clit....in my head I start counting down...ten...nine...eight...seven...six...five....four...three.....and then like an avalanche your hips starting bucking... your hands grip tighter.
I ride my tongue along your clit till the world falls away and you are begging me to stop....I slowly move up to your lips. You kiss me...sucking my bottom lip.
You better get that tie back on, you have a 2:30 meeting and I except you'll be looking professional for me, you say.
You know you're not my boss I mutter fixing my tie.
Yeah, you say that but who is licking who down here in the basement on a Tuesday, you reply....
Yeah, just another perfect Tuesday.
You know there isn't a bar....you know that I mean the mechanical room in the basement. Someplace quiet to get out some frustrations before getting back to work for another 3 hours. We are so good at hiding it....the little glances in the elevator, the causal talk at the water cooler. But, we know what we are.....what we need. Almost causally we found it. The mechanical room door never really is locked. Next to the gym and the break area. So haphazard really. You'd think someone would have noticed.
But, I arrive and you're no where to be found. I wait, I text but nothing...so I open the door. And there you are. Dress hiked up to your waist, no panties. Your little pussy dripping wet....
Oh I'm sorry I couldn't text you back I was to busy playing with myself, you say.
Well, that's quite the predicament. We lost at least 5 mins... I say as I loosen my tie and lock the door behind me.
There's just this energy, this low pulsing groan in my head as I move towards you and bury my tongue into your waiting wet clit. I feel your hands move up and cup my head...grabbing at my hair pulling me deeper into you. You're gushing. It's all over my face. I can feel the heat coming off you as I rabidly lick up as much of your juice as I can.
Your head rolls back as I feel your nails dig into my scalp....I know you're on the edge. I slide two fingers in and wait for you to explode while licking your little throbbing clit....in my head I start counting down...ten...nine...eight...seven...six...five....four...three.....and then like an avalanche your hips starting bucking... your hands grip tighter.
I ride my tongue along your clit till the world falls away and you are begging me to stop....I slowly move up to your lips. You kiss me...sucking my bottom lip.
You better get that tie back on, you have a 2:30 meeting and I except you'll be looking professional for me, you say.
You know you're not my boss I mutter fixing my tie.
Yeah, you say that but who is licking who down here in the basement on a Tuesday, you reply....
Yeah, just another perfect Tuesday.
4 年 前