Make me wet

October 22, 2006 at 6:18 am (erotica)

Previously we’d only met during lunch. Sometimes we’d share sandwiches and stories under the sycamore a few blocks from where we worked. In inclement weather, we’d continue our conversations in a restaurant or café nearby. He became such a nice midday diversion and I’d not thought about him as much more than that.

How strange it was to be meeting him at his office after work. I stood in the doorway for a moment, finger on the buzzer, wondering if I should perhaps just leave. Tell him I couldn’t find his place. Put off the inevitable indefinitely. As it turned out, he’d anticipated my arrival, so came around to let me in himself. He chatted animatedly about this and that as we walked down the corridor. Once at his office, he conducted me in, locked the door behind him and shut off the lights in the reception area. “So no one decides to drop in unannounced,” he laughed. Taking my hand, he led me along on a grand tour of the place. We ended up in a lounge/waiting area a ways from the front entrance, and his manner completely changed. I remember hearing a growl as he grabbed me with one hand by the hair, his other arm around my waist, pulling me towards him. “You know I’ve been thinking about doing this for a long time, don’t you,” he hissed as he continued pushing my head towards his, bringing our mouths level. “You’re so, so pretty, and all I had to do was ask. Didn’t have the courage, though.” With that, he kissed me, alternately biting my lips and sucking on my tongue. The roughness must have startled me, because he pulled back a little and apologized. “If I’m too hard on you, please let me know. Sometimes I forget.” I smiled and answered that I was a big, strong girl and could take whatever he wanted to give. He chuckled.

Somehow, my bag and coat made it off my shoulders and his fingers made their way into my panties. I’d managed to get his tee shirt off and was busy playing with his chest hair and sucking one of his nipples. He moaned and pushed me to my knees. I unzipped his fly, pulled him out of his underpants, and started kissing. I heard a sharp intake of breath and a growl as I took him into my mouth. “You don’t mind?” he asked, sounding a little bit surprised. “Of course I don’t,” I answered back, looking up with faked sternness. “Come on, you know as well as I do that I was trained since childhood to be orally fixated.” “Oh yeah -You’re absolutely right,” he said, laughing a little, “God I love that.”

He wasn’t too large. Just right, in fact, because I didn’t have to worry about gagging or choking. I was so pleased about this that I made a point of working him up until he’d come in my mouth. How fun to hear him laugh while he did. Afterwards, he pulled me up to him, hugged me tightly, kissed my nose and cheeks. I pulled my head back a little, batted my eyelashes and said, “gosh, you’re sweet. You had a banana for lunch today, didn’t you.”

“How did you?–” again, his mouth was on mine, tongue exploring, tasting. “Guess I am a bit sweet. Not as sweet as you are, though. You’re amazing.”

I blushed. “Oh, gee.”

He kissed me again, more roughly, and pulled me closer. One of his hands made its way between my legs and started playing with me. “It’s your turn now,” he hissed again. “You’re so beautiful. I want to see you come.” He backed me up against a wall, pinning me there while alternately playing with my clitoris and finger-fucking me. I spread my legs a little and began thrusting my hips in rhythm with his hand. “Good girl,” he whispered. “I love how wet you are. Do you always get this wet?” Breathing heavily, I nodded. “You’re such a good girl. I want you to come for me.” I nodded again and started moaning softly. “That’s it. Come on, come for me.” I moaned even louder as he started thrusting his fingers into me harder and harder. “Good girl…”

I remember seeing stars and crying out. Things went blank for a second. When I came to, I was between tears and giggles and felt tingly all over. I didn’t know what else to say or do, so I just whispered “thank you.”
“Thank You,” he answered, and gave me a long, much softer kiss.

Time to get dressed and head home. After many more kisses, he asked me if he could see me again, soon. “Of course. For lunch, for a walk….for whatever you’d like. You know where to find me.”
“How about for more of this?” He grinned and pinched me on the behind. I blushed again and smiled.

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