Journal Entry
I watched silently as he sat there working. I peered though the glass smiling to myself thinking of what was yet to come. Richard continued on, flipping through piles of paper and pounding away on his keyboard.
He was totally unaware the hour had grown so late or that I watched him. I reached my hand down and silently pushed upon the door. He didn’t even see me enter his office. The room was mostly dark. He had only a small desk lamp, which illuminated his desk. The only other light in the room came from outside.
I was certain he never even noticed that it had grown dark out. The blinds were still open and it appeared he hadn’t moved in hours. I would bet that his secretary was responsible for the lamp, Richard was the type to continue working in the dark.
He was completely driven and focused. I knew he would never come home if there was still work to be done but I missed him terribly. He was determined that his company be a successful one. I had promised to support him in this and anything else that we would face but it was hard to be without him sometimes.
I would never complain or make him feel guilty about his having to work late sometimes. He’s doing it for us. I know there are too many husbands out there who work late because they don’t want to go home but Richard does it because he must.
We were having one of those summer thunder storms, the kind that come up you suddenly without warning and end just as quickly. The air was heavy and warm and smelled of rain. The short walk from the car to his office left me dripping wet.
I had planned this evening carefully. I sat in my car across the street for over an hour to be certain everyone else had gone. I would have Richard all to myself now. I wore a black trench coat and a pair of black high heels. My hair was in total disarray, dripping water on the carpet. I stood there and waited for him to see me.
After a few minutes he looked up at me and was only mildly surprised. A brilliant smile formed on his handsome face and he greeted me hello. I came forward slowly, never speaking a word, as I did so, I began to undo my raincoat.
First I undid the belt and pulled it free of its loops. I dragged it across his shoulders and left it there. Next came the buttons. Button after button I worked my way down my coat until finally it fell open exposing what lay beneath.
All I had bothered to wear beneath the coat was a pair of stockings with matching garter belt, panties and a bra. Of course I was color coordinated and everything I wore was black. Black lace lingerie might seem predictable but I thought long and hard about it and to be honest I don’t think anything else would have been appropriate.
He just sat there and stared at me. Neither one of us spoke a word but both of us breathing a bit heavily. I let the coat fall away from my shoulders only slightly and I moved around the desk to stand before him.
I turned him and his chair to face me and I pushed my coat back out of my way so I could straddle him. I sat in his lap facing him and placed my hands upon his shoulders. As I leaned forward to place a kiss upon his neck, his finger came up to follow the trail of the raindrop that currently made a path down my cleavage.
My hands moved down from their original resting-place and began to undo each of his buttons. I needed to feel closer to him, I needed to touch more of him. The last button finally undone, I pushed his shirt off his shoulders and I bared his arms.
I took his hand in mine to unbutton his cuffs and as I held it there I decided to raise it to my lips and kiss each one of his fingers. I started with the tips, I kissed and nibbled each one, pinky to thumb and back again. I was not satisfied and moved on, taking his little finger into my mouth. Very slowly at first, I ran my tongue down the length of his finger. I began on the outer edge and traced my tongue up to the tip and back down the other side to where the pinky and index finger met.
I turned his hand over in mine and in one swift movement I licked his finger from base to tip again and then took it in my mouth. I sucked his finger to let him know how it would feel when I took his member into my mouth. I teased him this way until I heard a soft moan escape his lips.
I had finally pushed his shirt to the floor and was now at liberty to explore his body at will. Richard was beautifully formed, his chest and shoulders were broad and smooth. I loved to run my hands over his body. I always touched him with light caresses to start off with.
He didn’t have much hair on his chest but he did have something else there to amuse me. Although he was conservative on the surface, Richard had another side to him. This exceedingly handsome man who dressed in a suit and tie each day had a pierced nipple.
The day he came home and told me about it I think that my initial reaction was one of anger and shock until I finally got a look at it. I thought I would be repulsed by something like that but the instant he had taken his shirt off to show me I was aroused and curious. That night we….Oh, no, I’m not going to side track and talk about that night right now, maybe next time…….
Oh yes, I was staring down at Richard’s chest, watching it rise and fall with each breath he took. I know he stared at my face but I could not tear my eyes away from his chest. I spread my fingers apart and ran my hands up and down him. With a single finger I traced a path back up the center of his body and with only a single fingernail touching his flesh I touched the nipple ring.
The instant I came in contact with it I shuddered. I don’t know why but it made me insane with desire. I leaned my head down and began to kiss his neck. Licking my way along his neck, first up to his ear and then stopping to place tiny kisses along his jaw line. My lips, my tongue and my hands caressing him, making him want me.
I felt his hands at the back of my head, lightly rubbing me and playing with my hair. He leaned back further in his chair exposing more of his throat. I began to work my way downward. I kissed him directly at the base of his throat with a single feathery kiss and then went back to work.
I licked a path to the nipple that was not pierced first. I circled the edge with my tongue first. I went around and around and then I stopped, never coming in contact with the peak of his nipple. Slowly I moved across his chest, making certain my hair dragged along his bare flesh to tease him even more.
When I reached the other side of him I began the same as last time. I circled around and around with just the very tip of my tongue. Then, I made one very long slow stroke along the very center of his pierced nipple. This time it was he who shuddered. Then I lowered my mouth to come in full contact with him. I gently sucked him at first but not for long. I began to stroke his other nipple with my hand as I continued my ministrations here.
I was still so fascinated by it, still so aroused. I slipped the tip of my tongue into the tiny nipple ring and gently pulled at it while I sucked. Finally, with deliberate slowness I released my hold on him. I backed away and looked into his face. I could see it in his eyes, he wanted me desperately but I was not ready yet. I wanted to enjoy him further.
I smiled slyly at him and moved off his lap. I tried to hold me there for a second, instinctively not wanting me to move away from him although knowing I would not go far. I slid down between his legs and came to rest on the floor between his parted thighs.
I ran my hands up the inside of his thighs, stroking and kneading his muscular legs. I undid his belt and then his trousers. I swear the sound of that zipper as I opened it seemed to echo through the office. I reached my hand inside and found him very much aroused and ready for me but still, I was not satisfied. I wanted to remind Richard what waited so patiently for him when he stayed away so long.
Once again I began to give him pleasure with my mouth. It was like a game I played. As I had done with his fingers and again on his chest I would do now to his sex. With whisper soft movements I placed the tiniest kiss upon its head. I extended my tongue to give a single lick, one long stroke which I know was agonizingly sweet. I went on to trace my tongue around and around the head of his penis first. Once I had made several rotations I dragged my tongue down the length of one side and worked my way back up using my entire mouth.
I know my breath felt hot against his skin and I know it must have added to the intensity of the experience. Finally reaching the top again this time I took him fully into my mouth. I was still performing each single act with deliberate slowness because it knew the effect it had on him.
His breathing was deeper and faster now as I slid down him. When I reached the very base so that he was fully encased within my mouth I began to suck on him. I licked him where his member met his body and I heard him groan. My hands fondled him through his trousers and finally I began to move up and down. I began to allow my movements to become faster and faster. Up and down, over and over, I sucked him, I licked him, I fondled him.
I don’t know who was more aroused at this point because I felt like I would die if I couldn’t have him and it had to be soon. God, I wanted him now! He must have taken all he could because he pushed me off him. He turned to face his desk and with one foul swoop everything crashed to the floor, including the little desk lamp.
We were plunged into darkness except for the moonlight; which finally broke through the storm clouds as the rain ended. The room was awash with moonlight causing his bear chest to reflect the dim light. He picked me up off the floor and threw me down upon the desk.
Ripping the panties from my body he thrust himself inside. He buried himself to the hilt. He drove at me like a man possessed. His hands seemed to touch me everywhere at once. It was like he was no longer Richard, my sweet Richard but this force to be reckoned with.
He plunged into me, deeper and deeper inside me. Our bodies were slick with sweat, our breathing ragged. So intense was my pleasure that I became mindless to my surroundings. He had taken a firm hold on my hips and my nails dug into his arms. I closed my eyes and arched my back. His moved his one hand to rest right between my breasts and when suddenly he stopped.
I opened my eyes to find him staring down into my face. I reached up and stroked his cheek, which made him smile. From the moment I had entered his office neither one of us had spoken a word. I suppose there was no need for it. We each knew the other’s thoughts.
When I smiled back it was the only sign he needed from me. He withdrew from me and then, penetrated me once again. His movements were filled with some kind of desperate urgency. I cried out again and again, absorbing all of him as he pushed deeper.
His climax exploded deep inside me and his body fell on top of mine exhausted and fully sated. Although the air was warm and humid I was slightly chilled from the sheen of sweat which covered every inch of me. My trench coat still lay beneath me separating me from his desk.
Richard leaned up on his elbows to look into my face once more. He smiled again as he brushed the hair away from my eyes. I finally spoke and broke the silence, which had consumed us until now. I whispered the only word in the English language that really mattered to me, "Richard."
He took my face in both his hands and he leaned down and kissed me. It was the most perfect, most passionate kiss I ever had.