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[MF] Deciding to Enjoy Our Office Lunch Break the Right Way

I didn’t notice it, not at first at least. I was at your desk with a question for what seemed like the 15th time already today as you turned from your computer to look up at me.

You were wearing a teal dress, **the** teal dress that I had seen you wear more than a few times over the last couple of months. You looked good in it, and from the way you carried yourself you knew you looked good. I knew some people thought it was a bit risque for the office, but it was a Friday and I had seen more than a few of the other women dressed in a similar way. Besides, I wasn’t going to be the one to complain.

The dress showed quite a bit of cleavage, that was for certain. As you leaned forward to point to something on the spreadsheet that glowed on my laptop screen the elaborate necklace you wore swung outward before tapping back against your skin. I couldn’t help but let my eyes follow it, even if only for a moment, as it seemed to point down to the valley between your breasts as though it was inscribed with the phrase “Look at these!”. Standing next to you as you spoke the temptation, the desire to just let my eyes fixate on your body was strong. I have to admit, it took every ounce of willpower to try to keep myself from looking like a sleeze. Though I admit my eyes glance at them from time to time. Read more »

[MF] I Show You that the Dishes Weren’t the Only Thing that Needed to be Done…

As I close the patio door behind me, grill finally put away, I turn and see you standing in the kitchen cleaning up the dishes from dinner, your movement slow as you stare out the window deep in thought. So lost in thought it seems that a plate dropped from your hand and splashed in the sink full of water in front of you, splashing water down the front of your tank top.

“Shit! This is why I need a dishwasher!” I hear you groan as you reach down to pick it up, elbow shooting out to the side and accidentally knocking over a glass half full of water onto the counter next to the sink.

“Mother–!” You catch yourself but I hear an almost defeated sound in your voice.

“What’s with all this noise? So much yelling for dishwashing.” I say as I walk up behind you, my hands gripping your shoulders firmly, holding you in place with your arms in the soapy water up to your elbows. My 6 foot frame towering over you as my chest presses tightly against your back. Read more »

[MF] Does a Shower Still Count if You’re Getting Dirty?

Closing the front door behind me I tilt my head back and empty the last of my water bottle into my mouth. My breathing beginning to come down from my run I still managed to miss my mouth with some of the water as it cascades down my shirt and onto my running shorts. I can feel my heart slowing as my body comes down, making my way up the stairs to the bedroom so I can shower and that’s when I hear the water in the bathroom already running. I follow the sound and find you standing in the shower. The room filled with steam. The air is thick with moisture. We made our shower a special request when we built our house. Two shower heads, 6 feet long and 3 feet wide, with a complete glass set of doors. We could probably fit 6 or 7 people comfortably inside of it if we felt spicy. Looking beside the door I see your dirty clothes piled up in the corner, the mirror fogged over, my compression shorts and running shorts doing absolutely nothing to hide my growing hardness as I take a moment to watch you through the half fogged glass. Read more »

[MF] I Show You that the Dishes Weren’t the Only Thing that Needed to be Done…

As I close the patio door behind me, grill finally put away, I turn and see you standing in the kitchen cleaning up the dishes from dinner, your movement slow as you stare out the window deep in thought. So lost in thought it seems that a plate dropped from your hand and splashed in the sink full of water in front of you, splashing water down the front of your tank top.

“Shit! This is why I need a dishwasher!” I hear you groan as you reach down to pick it up, elbow shooting out to the side and accidentally knocking over a glass half full of water onto the counter next to the sink.

“Mother–!” You catch yourself but I hear an almost defeated sound in your voice.

“What’s with all this noise? So much yelling for dishwashing.” I say as I walk up behind you, my hands gripping your shoulders firmly, holding you in place with your arms in the soapy water up to your elbows. My 6 foot frame towering over you as my chest presses tightly against your back. Read more »

[MF] After Months of Talking, We Finally Meet in a Hotel

As the elevator doors open my heart is pounding. I look down at my phone as I start walking down the hall and see the text I just received from you, “Room 327, door will be open ;)” My heart is nearly pounding out of my chest as thoughts run through my head with alarming speed. What will she think of me, will she be disappointed when she sees me… but my mind empties as I turn and face the door to your room. The door is slightly open so I take a deep breath and reach out to push the door open.

As I enter the hotel room I close the door behind me and I can hear the sound of running water. Looking to my right I see that the bathroom door is all the way open allowing me to see the source of the noise and my breath stops in my throat. Through the steam I can see directly through the glass door on the shower, I see you standing there eyes closed, lost in your own thoughts, not having noticed that I arrived at the room. Read more »

[MF] There’s No Better Way to Spend my Lunch Break than with You

I glance down at my watch as I step up to the front door, 12:15, my lunch break is already a quarter over because of the time it took to drive here. Pulling the key out of my pocket I can’t help but smirk, no matter how much or how little time I have… spending my lunch hour with you was always worth it. Pushing the door open I set my keys down on the hall table, quickly kicking my shoes off before I turn left and head towards the bedroom. You had mentioned that you were going to take a nap the last time I spoke with you, and I hoped I would be able to wake you from your nap in one of the handful of delicious ways that sped through my head.

Pushing the door open I was greeted not with the site of you wrapped in the comforter, or of it pushed partway off of you exposing your body to the mid-day sun, but instead my eyes moved over and empty bed. The comforter and sheets pushed back and the spot you slept now empty. I took a moment and inhaled deeply, your scent filling my nose, my being. Once it hit me I could feel the electricity flowing through my body, my cock, which was already half hard, twitched and began to grow more. I needed to have you, I thought as I turned and made my way back down the hallway towards the kitchen. Read more »