Lunch time stress relief.[MF]

“Hey, take your lunch at one.”

Her message read exactly like the command it was. As I read it I could even hear her tone of voice, and imagine the unimpressed expression on her face as she made the decision that she wanted my attention.

“You got it babe.” I write back. After I send the message, I question why I even wrote “babe,” as she’s clearly not in that kind of mood.

“Good” is her only response.

The next couple hours at work take forever. Excitement and anxiety sneak in to all my tasks. Excitement that she’s clearly thought about me and decided she wants the attention. The anxiety is not even really rational, just inevitable. I absolutely love when she does this, but it does always come with that “what if she does not like it?” thought.

I feed my excitement by looking at pictures she has sent, looking at her pretty lips and very light brown and olive skin. Imagining the smell of her dark black hair, the feel of her pretty lips when they wrap around mine, the sting of her biting my lip unexpectedly as she occasionally decides she wants to do. “I wonder if she’ll even want to kiss…” I say rhetorically in my own head. Chances are she doesn’t. Her short tone all day and the instruction she sent tells me she has one thing in mind … she wants to use me for pleasure and relief and then get back to her day.

“Where?” I write the message 15 minutes before 1:00. 5 very long minutes pass and the text bubbles pop up in the bottom of the message.

“My place … I’m heading home to grab my lunch and head back to work anyway .. you can meet me there.”

“Okay” I respond without the added sweetness this time. The text bubble pops up again…..

“It’s a shit day … I really need it.” She informs me.

I leave right away … I don’t want to miss any possible time that I could be pleasing her, and she may be in a rush anyway. Her place is evenly distanced between mine and her job. I drive quick at first but slow down once I realize that won’t help anything. I get there first, and as I pull out my phone to tell her I’m there she pulls up beside me and looks over. She flashes me a very minimal and quick smile. It’s really polite more than warm. I step out and watch her angrily gather things back into her purse that had fallen over during her drive. Doing just that seems to even have her frazzled, “she must really be having a stressful day….” I think to myself.

“Hey!” I say sort of happy and she sighs, not *at* me, just in general, then she greets me back.

“Hey, thanks for coming by.” She responds … we hug for a second and then she pulls out her keys and we walk to her door.

As I step in I can smell warm laundry from the load she started in the dryer before she left for work. It had the same sweet floral smell she always has when I undress her. Stepping in her apartment always gets me immediately turned on, and this time is no different. My heart starts to thud a bit and my skin feels tingly in some spots. She walks over to a low cabinet to grab a bottle and glass and pours herself a small shot of something. I’m looking at her perfectly thick body too intently to notice what she pours.

“Do you want any?” She asks, and when I shake my head “no” she throws her shot back and leaves the glass near the very edge of the table. She grabs me by the hand and walks me to the couch. She sits down on the edge of the couch and points to the floor in front of it which I instinctively know is an instruction to kneel. I follow her direction and kneel in front of her right between her legs. She leans forward and pulls me in by my shirt to suck hard on my bottom lip. I wrap mine back around hers and suck back hungrily. “Whisky” I realize to myself, just as she pulls me away, adjusts the hair strands that fell between our lips during the first kiss, and then pulls me back to suck on my lip some more. When I open my mouth a bit to take my turn sucking hers, she slips her tongue in instead, leaving it there for me to caress with mine, and then suck on as well. That last bit makes me swoon.

“Mmmmmmmmmmm” the muffled moan slips out of my mouth and into hers … she lets me have it for a moment longer and then she pulls my head back and down and puts my mouth to her shoulder and neck.

“No marks …. I have to go back.” She warns. My hands move up to grip her breasts tightly and to pinch for her nipples through her shirt and bra while I kiss and lick her neck. The goosebumps on her shoulder intensify my head rush. Knowing i’m giving her an intense feeling always makes me high.

After a few moments of that she scoots herself in the back of the sofa and hikes up the bottom of her floral dress. She is already bare and her gorgeous pussy is soaked and glistening. She must have either never worn panties, or she took them off in the car. When she sees my hungry look she finally gives a warm and happy smile, knowing she’s about to get what she wants. I try to tease her with kisses on her thick and strong thighs, but she grabs the back of my head and pulls it.

“No teasing …. I need to cum.” She tells me … I dare not waste a moment responding with words. I simply dive forward between her legs, and go straight to sucking on her wet swollen clit. Right away her back arches and she sinks back more into the couch. She pulls on my head and pushes her pussy into my mouth a little more as well.

“Fuck!” She say with a heavy breath. After a few moments of tension at the intensity of the pleasure .. we both relax into the moment and my hands move to caress her thighs. Her eyes roll back a bit and close and she lets her head fall back to rest. I take my time to worship well. Not prolonging it by teasing and stopping over and over like we sometimes do, more just being deliberate in how my tongue slides over and around her clit, and how my lips seal around it to suck it into my warm mouth. I make sure she gets to feel many different patterns of my tongue before she tells me which we wants …. I start sliding my entire tongue over her clit and she signals to me to keep on that.

“Unnngh fuck…..” is the indication I go with and I continue with that same pattern and speed while she grinds her hips just a little to make each stroke on my tongue just that little bit more perfect. My strong hands wrap under and around her and I feel her ass firm up and soften with every gyration into my mouth. We make a perfect rhythm together and her legs tense and her hands grip tightly into my shoulders, pushing me away and pulling me in at the same time in a way that can only happen in moments like this. Finally she gives me that first tiny shake … that first passing of the threshold.

“Oohhh….” she whimpers very quietly … and from below I watch her face shift from astonished and wide mouthed, to intense, almost angry with a partly curled lip. She stops breathing and looks down at me finally, taking one hand off my shoulder and gripping the back of my head to pull me very hard into her pussy. She grinds and grinds and finally collapses and shakes …. still not making another sound after that single “oh…” just shaking and breathing from the rush. I imagine she is going to bask in the glow for some moments and so I lean back off of her a bit to give her a little space to relax. Instead she jumps up a bit, pushes me off her and gets up. She lifts her skirt over her ass, wraps it around her waist and holds it with a single hand while putting the other down on the arm of the couch. She then puts her knees on the couch and bends over and spreads her legs a bit showing me her soaked cunt.

“You need to put your dick in me right now” she says with some urgency. Until now (and as usual) I had not even noticed the painful erection bulging in my pants. I don’t even bother unbuckling … just yank everything down and position myself behind her.

“Hurt it a little” she tells me … and I oblige. I place the tip of my thick swollen cock just barely inside her and we both push it all in. Her pushing back and me forward at the same time. She is so wet that it slides in without catching much friction, but she’s also so tight that it obviously stretches her quickly. We just stay there both quivering with pleasure for a moment. My strokes begin more as grinding … just trying to reach every deep spot I can, then we begin fucking each other with the full length of my cock. She is refusing to let me do all the work, matching my movements so that my hard cock slides out exactly as much as she wants before being buried deep inside her again. Over and over we push … every thrust is its own intense experience.

“Yessssssss” she says rather loudly, rewarding me for giving her what she wanted. We fuck like that for a little bit … totally empty in thought and basically nothing more than animals experiencing a feeling. It does not take very long until she lifts up a leg to the arm of the couch and positions us perfectly for where she wants it inside her. Again she lets me know what to do.

“God you hard dick feels so fucking good right there.” I take the combined compliment and command and run with it. Pounding her over and over in that spot, hearing and feeling her pussy get wetter, eventually dripping down both of our legs before she finally begins to shake. This orgasm is different than the first, she lets out a prolonged sound that bumps with every thrust.

“Oooooo …. ooo…ooo….ooo…ooo…ooo…FUCK!” She ends the run with that final loud obscenity as she shakes and tenses, and clenches herself around me tight through all the thrusts. She crashes forward and just lays on her side for a few moments …. this time she enjoys the chemical high of the orgasm while I sit beside her and caress her still bare legs. She reaches back to grab my still hard cock and stroke it some … she looks up and smiles at me.

“You can come back tonight and finish with this.” She says … giving my cock a squeeze as she says “this.” This both hurts me and drives me wild. I want to cum terribly but I also know how intense it will be to stop now, agonize over it the rest of the day, and then come back to let it all go.

We both get ourselves together with smiles and in silence. Me getting my pants on and back over my still aching erection, and her wiping herself off with a washcloth in the bathroom, and pulling her panties out of her purse to put back on. As we are leaving, she wobbles a bit in her sex (and whisky) induced buzz and bumps the glass off the edge of the table where she left it. She does not even flinch when it breaks on the ground. She just laughs a little and keeps moving towards the door.

“We’ll get that later” she says.

“You forgot your lunch” I remind her, and she darts back to the kitchen to grab it.

“Thanks!” She says then she gives me a sweet peck on the lips and locks the door behind us.

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