First time posting here and first erotica I’ve ever written. Please be kind! ?❤️
The swish of my full skirt against my thighs gave me a slight shiver as I imagined a stronger breeze picking it up and exposing me – completely bare underneath – to the whole town. Part horror, part pleasure, that shiver was the exact reason you had requested that our no panties rule extend to my occasional walks through town to bring you lunch at your office. By the time I greeted you, I’d be wet and needy, just the way you liked me. I tried to maintain an outward appearance of composure as I smiled at a couple I passed on the street, but between my thighs I was throbbing with anticipation, and I was convinced they could see it written all over my face. I was nearing your building now, and more excited than ever. I lost all thought of trying to conceal how aroused I was – I knew your colleagues had long since figured out the real reason I stopped by your office, and I’d long since given up caring.
“Why hello there, so nice to have your pretty face brightening up our work day!” A colleague of yours, younger and known to be infatuated with me, greeted me as the door swung shut behind me.
“Always the flatterer, John,” I said, smiling at him. “Is he free?”
“Come on, you know he always clears his schedule for your delicious food.” There was a brief pause between his last two words, along with the slightest downward flicker of his gaze. I knew what he had wanted to say, and it amused me. I couldn’t wait to tell you how brazen this one was becoming – you loved when I relayed your colleagues’ flirtations, it turned you on to know how much they wanted me.
“To be continued,” I teased over my shoulder as I made my way down the hall to your door. I knocked and waited. A moment later, I heard your voice drift through the door, and it sent a thrill of pure pleasure straight through me.
“Come in, my love.” You once told me you always knew it was me by the way I knocked – you said you could hear my lust in the pause between my usual two raps against the door. “I’m simply ravenous today!”
“Hello, handsome,” I said, entering, “Good day?”
“It’s about to be,” you said, “Come here and let me look at you.”
I did as you asked, standing close enough to your chair that my skirt brushed your legs. You pulled me still closer, so I was half straddling your knees, and put your hands around the backs of my thighs. A tiny gasp of anticipation escaped my lips as you began to slowly glide them up my legs until you were cupping my bare ass under my skirt.
“Good girl,” you murmured, “but I think I need a closer look.”
You gently nudged me back towards your desk, and told me to turn around. I felt your hand on my back, gently but firmly pushing me down until my breasts brushed the cold wood of your desk. You lifted my skirt, and I heard the tiniest groan of pleasure deep in your throat as you saw how wet I was. You placed a hand between my thighs, cupping me briefly before using one finger to part my lips and gently, gently, rub over my throbbing clit.
“Oh, look at you, you’re dripping already!” you teased. “I don’t even need to warm you up, do I? I could just thrust my cock inside you right now, no need to be slow or gentle, just straight to fucking.” To illustrate your point, you suddenly slid three fingers into my aching pussy and roughly fingered me for a minute, only to suddenly withdraw them and stop touching me completely. “And you’d love that, wouldn’t you, babe?”
All I could do was nod, still throbbing from your fingers inside me. My legs were trembling, and I was slightly breathless.
“Of course,” you chuckled, “I know that’s exactly what you want. But you can be rather loud when I take you like that, and we can’t have your moans distracting the boys from their work, now, can we?” You returned to gently rubbing my clit. “No, I think something a little quieter is needed.”
I heard you unbuckling your belt and turned back to you unzipping your pants and pulling them down just enough to free your cock.
“On your knees, babe,” you instructed. Not that you needed to, I was halfway down by the time you’d finished your sentence, mouth already watering slightly. The tip of your cock was glistening, and I collected the drop on my fingertip.
“Looks like I’m not the only one who’s dripping,” I said, with a slight smirk.
You placed a hand on the back of my head. “Let’s not waste any more of that,” you said, pushing me down until I took the head of your cock into my mouth. I ran my tongue over it, catching a few more drops on my tongue before I started sucking in earnest. The taste of you sent a delicious ache through my whole body, and though I’d planned to tease you a little, I was gripped with a sudden need to have all of you in my mouth. I slid down your shaft until you hit the back of my throat and held still a moment, letting you feel my tongue pressed against the length of your cock, feel my throat twitching as I fought my gag reflex. Your fingers were laced through my hair, and you used this hold to move me up and down in a steady rhythm. My eyes were fixed on your face, your eyes closed, moaning softly. Your pleasure was clear in your expression and I was loving it. I reached down and pulled my skirt up so I could touch myself. My clit was swollen and throbbing, and I was so wet that my fingers slid right into my waiting pussy. I kept pace with you moving my head, kept a thumb rubbing my clit, and soon I was right on the edge.
With my other hand, I reached up and gripped your wrist, helping you push my head down harder and faster to let you know I was ready for you to stop being gentle with me. You understood quickly, tightening your grip on my hair and holding me in place. You moved from making me suck your cock to fucking my mouth, thrusting hard and fast against the back of my throat. My fingers sped up to match your pace, that delicious tingling ache building more and more.
I could feel you were getting close too, your strokes becoming more irregular, I could almost taste your desperate need for me. You opened your eyes and looked down at me: a wet, quivering mess, cheeks flushed, hair tousled, looking up at you with such a deep and powerful need in my eyes that it tipped you over the edge. You didn’t break eye contact as you thrust your cock as far down my throat as you could – once, twice – and finally a loud moan tore itself from your mouth as I felt that first wave of cum lashing the back of my throat. I swallowed and rubbed my clit harder and faster while your load kept coming, and finally, in delicious waves, I was cumming. You could feel my whimpering in the movement of my throat and held yourself balls deep in my mouth as I shook and whined my way through my orgasm, chuckling at the expression in my eyes.
When I finally trembled to a stop, you ran your hands tenderly through my hair. “That’s my good girl,” you said, “Now make sure you get every last drop, I know how you hate to be wasteful.”
I did as I was told, sucking you completely clean before you pulled out of my mouth and bent down to kiss my forehead. I was breathless and still trembling as you helped me to my feet, but I was grinning.
“I thought you wanted quiet?” I teased, smoothing my skirt back into place. “I was a churchmouse compared to you!”
You had already rezipped your pants, and you pulled me down to sit in your lap. “That was all a clever ruse to trick you into blowing me,” you laughed, kissing me soundly.
“Like you ever need to trick me,” I replied. We spent a few moments just nestled in each other, your fingertips dragging softly up and down my leg, my lips tracing your jaw. I sighed contentedly. “I guess I better let you get back to work now.”
“Unfortunately, yes, I do have rather a lot to get through this afternoon.” You kissed me a while before letting me off your lap, deeply enough to send a fresh throb of lust through me.
“Hey, no fair!” I objected, “Now I want you all over again!”
You laughed and lightly smacked my ass. “Good,” you said, “I have a surprise for you this evening, and I want you wet and ready for it.”
I was immediately intrigued, but knew better than to ask any questions. You found my insatiable curiosity amusing, and loved how crazy it made me to not get answers to my questions.
“Yes, my love,” I said instead. “I’ll be ready.”
“Good girl,” you said, watching me straighten myself up a little before I left your office.
“OK, is it obvious we just fooled around?” I asked.
“With that cat that got the cream smirk on your face?” you said, “Absolutely!”
“Well, I did get the cream,” I pointed out cheekily as I bent to kiss you goodbye. “Every… last … drop…”
You smacked my ass again. “Yes you did, clever girl, now go on home and let me concentrate.”
I was giggling to myself as I breezed out of your office. I knew you wouldn’t get half as much done as you wanted, you’d be distracted by whatever my surprise was. I was so distracted by my own amusement that I literally bumped into someone coming down the hall. It was your immediate superior.
“Goodness!” he exclaimed, catching me by the arms to steady me.
“Oh, I’m sorry, Sir!” I said, embarrassed and all too aware of his grip on my arms.
“Not to worry,” he said, looking me up and down. “Always a pleasure bumping into the Sergeant’s lovely wife.”
“Thank you, Sir,” I replied, blushing a little under his gaze. I was sure he knew exactly what I’d been in your office for, he was looking at me with something like approval, with the faintest trace of desire. I suddenly felt unsure of myself, this wasn’t like teasing young John, I had had limited contact with your superiors, and wasn’t as comfortable bantering with them. “It’s always nice to see you, too. We must have you over for dinner sometime soon!”
“Oh, I agree,” he said, smiling cryptically down at me. “Well, I won’t keep you, I’m sure I’ll have the pleasure of your company soon enough.” He released his hold on my arms and strode off down the hallway. I was puzzled, but continued on my way, replaying our time together as I walked back to our home.
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