Standard disclaimer: This story contains adult language and explicit sexual situations and is NOT intended for minors. If you are a minor or offended by material of a sexual nature, do not continue reading.
Copywrite 1999 by Kostar
“May I help you, Ma’am?”
“Yes, can you tell me where I can find Mr. Wayne’s office please?”
The woman at the information desk indicates with a glance where your office is but then asks if I have an appointment. I answer, “No, but I told him I would drop in when I got a chance. We are old acquaintances. I’ll just step in and say hi. Thank you.”
I see that you are on the phone and have your nose buried in papers as I approach your office door. That’s good. I will get to watch you for awhile. I enter quietly and sit in the chair in front of your desk, waiting for you to look up and notice me. I cross my legs, letting the slit in my denim skirt fall open across my thigh as I sit back in the chair. Without lifting your head, your eyes glance up from the papers you’ve been reading. You do a double take when you finally see who it is that is sitting across from you. Your look begins with exasperation at the interruption, then the smile breaks out on your face and you become noticeably distracted from the call. I wink at you. You look more than a little surprised, My Dear, but why? I told you I would stop in someday. Did you not believe I really would? I giggle quietly at you as you struggle to pay attention to your caller. I can feel your eyes on me as I lean forward to reach for a pen and notepad. Your first glimpse of my cleavage seems to hold your attention just as I had hoped it would.
I write a note to you, then I toss the whole notepad on top of the papers in front of you. You silently read, “Hey Sexy! Let’s do........ lunch!” You stare at me with a look of amazement and struggle to maintain your professional tone when a small laugh escapes. You cover the receiver with your hand and whisper, “I am gonna be a few minutes here.....”
I cut you off with a return whisper, “It’s ok, I’m not going anywhere!” I sit back, make myself comfy and look around. I catch snippets of your conversation, but I focus on your voice...that same voice that I have spent hours listening to, and dreaming about.
“...your investments...I think if you look over the documents...Yes, I know we can do that for you...Please don’t hesitate to call me anytime you have questions or concerns...” And I watch you...your hair that I can’t wait to run my fingers through...your face which will soon be covered with soft kisses...those lips...mmmmm! That tie that will have to go...so I can get at your chest...It is a good thing you are on the phone, otherwise it might be difficult for me to stay on my side of the desk!
I can tell from your tone that you are trying to close the conversation more quickly than your caller is allowing. I watch your eyes...you look up at me...we sit and focus on each other...you seem to melt in your chair and I can feel my body reacting to your intense gaze. From nervousness, or anticipation, you shift in your chair and cough, excusing yourself to the voice on the line, and I giggle softly at you. “You’re welcome. I’ll talk to you again as soon as I know more...Thank you, you too, good bye,” and your receiver is back on the phone.
Silence seems to be all we can manage at first. Neither of us can stop smiling. Suddenly we are both laughing nervously. You start the conversation, “My god, Honey...what in the world...?”
“I told you I would stop in if I was ever in the area!”
“I know you did, but...”
“Would you like for me to leave?”
“Of course not!!” You reply quickly which makes me giggle at you.
“I’ve got a picnic lunch in the car. Will you join me, Sweetie?” “Well...sure! How can I resist? Just let me talk to my secretary a minute, and I’ll be ready.”
We both stand, and I am amused. We both want to look each other over, but we can’t be obvious about it. I walk out and head toward the front door; you follow and stop at her desk. I can’t hear what you tell her, but I am thinking that I hope you’re telling her you’ll be taking the afternoon off. Can I be that lucky? You join me in the lobby.
“Is there a nice park we can go to?” I ask. I brush against you as you hold the door open for me and I walk past you. A rush of excitement goes through me - just being this close to you is a thrill I never thought I would experience. Out in the bright southern sunlight, you tell me that you will pull out onto the street from the side lot and I should follow you. Before you turn to go to your car, we look into each other’s eyes again, and the nervousness is suddenly gone, replaced by the comfort we’ve established together over the last year of knowing each other online.
In my car, I am on auto-pilot as I follow your truck. I should be looking around at the sights of this new city, but somehow, I am too distracted to concentrate on anything. My mind is a flurry of thoughts running too fast to focus on. I see you looking in your rearview mirror as we wait at a light. Amazing - we can have such intense eye contact even like this. I can feel myself melting under your stare. We drive around corners. I’m not paying attention to the route. It doesn’t matter where you are leading us - I would follow you anywhere. We pull into a parking lot at the edge of a park, and I pull up beside you.
We both get out and meet at the back of my car. Finally alone...for the first time. What do we say ? How do we start this? Is it seconds or minutes that are passing? I suddenly realize that my hands are in yours - when did that happen? I can’t look away from your eyes...I can’t speak...or move...I squeeze your hands and you squeeze mine...automatically....naturally...we fall into each other’s arms...mine wrapped around your neck....yours around my back just above my waist...I sigh and you moan my name into my neck. To touch you, to hold you. I have waited so long!! We hug for a long time and move into a passionate kiss, our soft lips pressed urgently together, tongues exploring...you take my breath away with your intensity. Butterflies rise up deep inside me, and my stomach does flips. Small moans escape from our kiss. It is hard to tell which one of us they come from. When our kiss finally breaks away, we are both breathing heavy and grasping each other firmly.
It takes a few minutes for us to gain our composure and remember where we are. I am aware of a few other cars around us, but there are no people close by. Just some kids on a distant swing-set, and two women in the shelter house talking. I open the trunk and hand you a picnic basket while I take out a blanket and another bag. Then we walk hand-in-hand to the opposite side of the park, away from the playground area. I keep trying to think of something to say, but words don’t express my thoughts and feelings. You are quiet too, I expect for the same reason. We spread the blanket out and sit down facing each other. “So, tell me about this trip, what are you doing here?”
“Well, I’m on my way to Shreveport to visit my cousin. I decided that I’d better take advantage of this opportunity to see you - I might not get another chance like this. I hope you’re not upset that I surprised you.”
“No! Not upset...surprised...VERY surprised...but it’s ok. I’m glad you are here actually, the timing is good.”
With that, we are kissing again...hungrily...lovingly...trying to savor every new experience together. You fold your arms around me and lay me back while your mouth gets to know mine, intimately. We lie on our sides, facing each other, fingers playing with each other’s. We look into each other’s eyes and grab quick kisses and touches as we talk softly. “Are you interested in eating any lunch?” I ask.
“Not really, are you?”
I sit up and open the bottle of wine that I brought. We drink and toast to each other. Your tongue pushes between my lips to lick off the wine...I suck it...I can feel your body respond. Your hand moves up and down my side and you roll me over on my back...your leg slips easily between mine...our bodies rock together as if we have done this a thousand times. I guess we have in some ways. Your lips move off of mine and over my face...mmmmmm...so loving and gentle...down my throat...my neck...down...as far as my dress will allow. Your hand explores also, squeezing my breast...pulling at the nipple thru layers of fabric...I loosen your tie and open your shirt collar so I can cover your neck and throat with tender, sensuous kisses. Our breathing is getting louder and faster...you pause to ask, “Should we go somewhere else? A motel?”
“It really doesn’t matter to me - I’m fine here...whatever you want is...” Your mouth absorbs the end of my sentence. It seems we are staying here! Your hand moves over my hip...down my thigh...and you discover the buttons that go up the front of my skirt. You pull at the first 2...3...and lay the fabric open revealing my bare thighs which tingle at your gentle touch. MMMMMMM...you feel the heat as your hand moves between them. Another couple of buttons...and I lay one leg open for you...your fingers slide over my wet panties caressing my furry mound. “Ohhhhhhh!!!!” I hold your head and force my tongue as deep into your mouth as it will go. I can feel your hard-on pressing against my thigh, struggling to get out of your pants...so intense...so passionate.
Slowly your hand leaves its warm wet spot. You pull your lips from mine...your body rolls to the side away from mine, and we just lie silently looking into each other’s eyes. As your fingers softly explore my face, you whisper to me, “Sweetheart...I want you sooooo much right now...”
“You can have me Babe...whatever you want, I’m all yours.”
“Here?” You ask nervously.
“Why not? There’s no one around.”
You seem hesitant, but I’m not going to let this chance go. I roll over against you and push you over on your back. I start with the tie...then the shirt buttons...mmmmmmm I’ve been waiting for the chance to bury my face in your chest hair. Your nipple responds to my tongue and so does your cock as I grip it thru your pants. My tongue licks a trail down the middle of your body, stopping at your belly-button. The belt...hook...zipper...all give up easily to me, and your cock is in my hand and you groan as I squeeze it. A gentle kiss to the head and you gasp and pull away, “Oh god don’t! I can’t take much more.”
I slow down and smile at you. You look like you are in pain. Reaching up under my skirt, I quickly slide my panties off and toss them aside. I move up onto my knees and straddle your hips letting my skirt cover our bodies, stroking your throbbing cock and rubbing it against my hot thigh. I raise up and push your head between my lips...ready to enter me...then I take your hands in mine and stare into your eyes. Ever so slowly I lower myself onto you.
“Oh god!!!!!” one of us says as the other one can only moan. I can feel your hot shaft gliding deeper into me and I consciously squeeze you which brings more groans from both of us. You raise your hips as I begin to ride up and down on your cock...pressing my wet pussy tight against your crotch...and then raising up...so your head almost slips out...I move faster...and harder...you arch your back and squeeze your eyes shut.
“OH GOD!... “
"Come on Babe...cum for me!!!!” I sit down tight against your pelvis and squeeze as hard as I can, rotating my hips, milking you hard, and I can feel it...I can feel your juices exploding deep inside me!
You groan and gasp as your body bucks hard between my legs. My body shakes as my own spasms sweep thru me...OHHHHHHHH...the waves seem to go on...and on. We both make it last as long as our bodies will let us...then I collapse onto your chest, gasping for air. My pussy twitches involuntarily around you, and I can feel your cock jump inside me. You wrap your arms around me and hold me, kissing me gently...we lie together...savoring this feeling...never wanting it to end.........
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