The sound of you adjusting a chair in the dining room snaps me back from a too-long daydream session. Quarantine is stretching into week 3 and I feel like I might go full zombie status soon with the number of hours I’ve spent staring idly at viral videos just to pass the time. I rest my phone in my lap and notice the glass of whiskey you placed on the table. “Oh, is it Friday already?” I ask curiously. You chuckle and nod your head as you struggle to get your laptop charger to plug in the correct way. Friday evenings have found a new routine during stay-at-home orders; you have a fun and exciting drinking party over video chat with your friends while I fall asleep on the couch watching yet another documentary on Netflix. I mentally scroll through my remaining options as I head to the kitchen to grab a glass of wine for myself. I’m slightly startled by the feeling of your hands touching my waist followed by the weight of your body pushing me against the counter. I lean my head back into your shoulder and smile in anticipation as you grip my hips tightly. You can’t imagine my frustration when your fingers relax and you kiss my back sweetly before returning to the table to start your call. I stare longingly at your lap until I hear the symphony of half-drunken hellos erupting from your speakers. You laugh loudly while trying to untangle your headphones. I’ve always loved your laugh, I never knew that such an innocent thing could be one of the sexiest and enticing sounds on the planet. I think about the first time I heard it, the first time we kissed, the first time you touched me. My body shivers for a second before I make my way over to you. I hug you from behind and giggle as your friends all shout my name excitedly. “Hi guys, just wanted to pop in before I head to bed.” They talk over one another as I kiss your temple and step out of camera’s view. It takes less than a minute for one of your friends to chime in about an upcoming video game–a weekly debate. You finally plug your headphones in and join the conversation. I quietly place my wine glass on the other end of the table and slink underneath.
You don’t even notice me at first, your eyes and ears glued to your screen. I pull my shirt off over my head and then crawl to your feet where I sit patiently, back straight and palms on my thighs. You glance down for a second and do an immediate double take, clearly surprised. A smile spreads across my face and I slowly stick my tongue out and tip my face upwards toward you. It’s incredibly entertaining, watching you try to contain your smile as your friends continue their discussion. You slide your hand under the table and as softly as possible place your thumb flat on my tongue. I swirl my head around slightly so you can feel the wetness of my entire mouth before closing my lips on your finger, sucking gently. You let out an accidental “Oh…” which you quickly follow up with a “…my god that game is trash.” You shake your head when I giggle silently around your finger. You play with my mouth like that for a few minutes, making sure that I spend adequate time on your entire hand before tugging suggestively at your sweatpants. Your hand returns to your drink above the table and I eagerly free your cock from your clothes–pulling them to your ankles for good measure. I lean forward excitedly to taste you but am met with a hand stopping me softly by my throat. I pause where you are holding me, staying still as you remove your grasp and begin touching yourself in front of my face. My eyes pout desperately up at your smirk. “Yeah, that’s fucking crazy,” you reply to a statement I can’t hear. You glance down at me as you massage the tip of your cock and I know immediately what you want. Your balls fill my mouth and I try my hardest not to moan while I look up at you playing with your cock above me and trying just as hard not to look suspicious to your friends. You start rubbing yourself slowly as my tongue explores you, but speed up quickly as I stick my wet tongue out right in front of your cock. The tip of your dick teases my mouth with the tiniest taps. Each time I get too eager, I’m met with the same corrective touch on my neck. I feel like I might start bouncing on my legs soon like a child too antsy to behave. “She’s doing well, actually.” My face perks up with curiosity. “Nawh, quarantine hasn’t been too bad.” You affectionately push a piece of hair behind my ear and gently scratch the back of my head while your other hand continues to play with yourself. You laugh loudly for a bit and then look directly into my desperate eyes for a moment too long. “She’s very well trained.” Your hand quickly grips a fistful of my hair and you bring my mouth roughly to your cock. I take all of you at once. My hair is still in your grasp and you hold my head against you without looking down. I nearly gag from how deep you are down my throat and have to stifle my gasp when you finally release me. Our eyes lock for a second, yours wildly pleased and mine furrowed in delighted concern. Your hands return above the table and you carry on normal conversation without ever letting your composure slip. I catch my breath and then return your cock to my mouth, making sure to push you as far into me as I can before pulling back again. I lose track of time sucking your cock, savoring every moment of it while you laugh and joke with your friends. Alternating between slow and deliberate tongue swirls and fast and deep strokes does nothing to break your focus. Abruptly you tell them, “I’ll be right back, let me refill my drink.” You unplug your headphones in the same motion you use to stand up, grabbing my hand and pulling me to your level and into the kitchen. Laughter and talk about the newest star wars film fills the house. Your touch is aggressive, you push me roughly over the counter and pull my pajamas and panties down with one hand before you push yourself into me. We both sigh together as we realize how soaking wet I am without ever being touched. For a full minute you fuck me as hard and you can with your palm stifling any noises trying to come out of my mouth. I hoped that you would cum deep inside me, but you suddenly took a step back and pulled my pants back in place. You reached around me and grabbed a beer from the fridge and returned to your seat. A subtle pat of your thigh has me following you like a dog, back under the table in desperation. I immediately take you with a new hunger, trying not to moan at the taste of myself on your cock. One of your hands slowly reaches down to grip the edge of the table and the other takes a fistful of hair from the top of my head, guiding me to a rhythm that makes your toes start squirming. You erupt with sudden laughter and start forcing yourself faster down the back of my throat. “No, I completely agree.” Your eyes dart toward me every few seconds, clearing melting at my big blue eyes looking back up at you. The knuckles gripping the table go white and you force your cock as far down my throat it will go, cum quickly filling every spare space of my mouth. I look back up at you with concern as it starts spilling down the sides of my mouth and onto my bare chest but your grip doesn’t release. You send a focused look my way and I swallow what I can around your cock. “This is so fun, you guys. We should really do this more often.”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/glst53/stay_at_home_orders