*I hadn’t expected this to be the next story, so think of it as a bonus one, but it literally just happened earlier today and I felt like sharing it while it was fresh. It feels more exciting, naughtier even, to be sharing something so recent. I was incredibly turned on after reading a story on reddit earlier, and below is what happened next when I should have been working…*
I knew I shouldn’t have been looking at reddit during the day, but I had some free time between calls and was lacking a bit in motivation so I was looking for a distraction. I came across one particular story, and it got me incredibly turned on which at lunch time on a Thursday when you have calls all afternoon, is a frustrating situation to be in. Knowing that I would now be distracted for a while I decided that the best solution was to scratch the itch.
I pushed back from my desk in our upstairs office space, and without even stepping into the privacy of our bedroom I undressed and went looking for John. As I walked down the stairs I could hear him in the dining room, where he has been working since the COVID ‘work from home’ situation started. He was talking on what I assumed was a video call. I knew that he’d be sitting at the end of the dining table facing towards the door, so I was safe to enter without the risk of being picked up on his camera. For the record I am not at all shy about being seen naked, or some risky outdoor fun, but I respect him too much to embarrass him like that on a work call with his colleagues. Work is work, and play is play.
I walked confidently into the room and stood at the end of the table, slightly off to the side so that his laptop wouldn’t obstruct his view of my nakedness. At first, he didn’t react, looking at the screen and undoubtedly seeing the movement he didn’t immediately notice my lack of attire. After a few seconds had passed he glanced up, probably drawn by my having entered the room and not spoken. His face lit up immediately and putting himself on mute “Wow! What are you up to?” was his response. I didn’t say anything, but instead walked the few steps to the table and turned so my back was towards him with my bum resting against the edge. I am only 5’4” so the tabletop was slightly too high to sit down on comfortably, and I lifted myself with my arms up on to the edge, feet dangling beneath. Slowly I lent backwards until I was flat on my back with my head towards John’s end, my soft breasts lying exposed for him to see over the top of his laptop, my nipples hard. Next, I pushed myself across the cool wood slightly until my bum was fully onto the table with my head now slightly closer to John, and drew my legs up placing my feet flat down on the table but out from either side of my body. Had John been at the other end, he would have been looking right at my now openly exposed pussy. Letting out a long, slow, relaxed sigh, I lazily placed my arms above my head crossing them at the wrists and arched my back pushing my chin up to look directly at John.
“I’m sorry, can I call you back later?…… Thanks, sorry.” And he hung up.
I relaxed my back down on to the table, smiling as my gaze returned to the ceiling. I heard the scrape of his chair on the wooden floor as he rose, and then the soft padding of his feet as he walked down the side of the table. I looked over at him, otherwise not moving, and we made eye contact which we retained until he came around to stand at the end where my feet were. He glanced down at my openness, smiling, and then back up to meet my eyes.
“Go down on me.” I said, and I closed my eyes.
John got down on his knees at the bottom of the table and reaching up with his hands between my already parted legs he opened me up further to allow him access to my clitoris and now very wet opening. The next thing I felt was his tongue darting inside me, once, twice then a third time before it trailed up to my clit and stared its rhythmic pattern. When I glanced down I could see the top of his face as he worked, feeling his tongue circle and gently flick at my sensitive nub; his eyes were also closed. After a moment or two a few fingers found their way inside me to assist, as his tongue continued. I could feel myself, already very aroused from the story, now relaxing into the sensation and the warmth started to build slowly in me; but this wasn’t what I wanted, not this time.
After a few minutes of being pleasured in this way I again spoke “Get inside me, and don’t hold back, I want to cum.” John gave me a few more teasing strokes of his tongue before lifting away kissing me on each inner thigh as he did. I saw his hand go to his belt “No!” I said, “keep them on.” He grinned slightly and instead of undoing his belt he opened the fly of his trousers. I watched as he reached inside his underwear and had to contort slightly to bring his now hard penis and his balls clear out. I looked at his erection for a moment, then smiled at him and lay my head back and again closed my eyes.
I felt John put his arms briskly under the backs of my knees and he pulled me closer to him, forcefully but not aggressively. He pushed my legs up straight and put the back of each calf against his chest and shoulder, then leaning forward slightly he entered me in one gentle deliberate thrust. John immediately started to pump in and out of me with a pace that normally in our love making is something he would build up to as he sensed my orgasm approach. I let out several moans, matching each of his thrust but made no attempt to move not even to touch my now very sensitive nipples. I wanted to be fucked and I wasn’t interested in anything else, I wasn’t even interested in John’s pleasure just in scratching that itch.
As John pounded into me I lay there imagining that I was being taken by him in this exact same position, but that his camera was still on and facing us with his colleagues watching. I imagined them all sitting silently, some of them masturbating. I imagined hearing the alert as someone started the call record option, so they could watch it back later perhaps at a team meeting. As I imagined all these things that were not happening, I felt my orgasm burst inside me and I screamed out loud with the release.
After a few more thrusts John slowed the pace allowing me time to recover. I knew that since he hadn’t kept going, pushing for his own climax, he was likely planning a change in position to one he prefers more. My guess was he would turn me over dragging me face down over the edge of the table to go at me hard from behind, perhaps fondling my breasts or pulling my hair. But if you remember, I had an itch to scratch and now it had been scratched. Before John could make his move, I brought my feet down from his shoulders, first the left then the right, and placed them against his chest. I then gently pushed him away with just enough pressure that he had no real choice but to step back, not doubt wondering what I wanted next. I sat up on the edge of the table and looking him in the eyes put two fingers from my right hand inside myself coating them in my juices. I transferred them to my mouth, never breaking eye contact knowing this would be driving him wild. Had I been looking at his cock it would have been twitching in anticipation of what would come next.
After I had cleaned off my fingers, I jumped lightly off the table and took a step towards my now slightly confused lover. I smacked him hard on his bum “Back to work lover boy!” I said as he jumped slightly from the slap, and I noticed his rock hard cock sway with the movement. Giggling I walked out of the room the way I had come in.
Behind me as I walked down the hall to head back upstairs and retrieve my clothes, I heard him call after me “Oh you evil bitch”, and I smiled.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/nh7b46/mf_afternoon_quickie