April 19, 2023 11:24 AM
Love
Down on her knees, she looked up at me with her hypnotizingly dark eyes. I lay my fingers–soaking wet with her juices–against her bottom lip. She wrapped her tongue around them. Once. Then twice. Then pulled them into her mouth.
“Mmmmm,” she cooed, sucking them until they were clean. I was a little jealous I hadn’t gotten a taste for myself. My bet was that she was sweet. Like the perfume that she wore. Like the smile always on her face.
Now that beautiful smile was wrapped around my fingers, sucking them like she preferred to be something else. I watched intently as if my pussy wasn’t wet enough after seeing her unravel under my touch. Reaching between my legs, I could feel the beginning of a wet spot.
“You should take them off before you ruin them,” she said, reaching for the drawstrings of my pants.
With one swift move the bow keeping them tied around my waist was undone. With another they were around my ankles as she pushed me into the desk chair behind me.
She opted to pulled the crotch of my panties aside rather than take them off. For some reason I found that so sexy. Was literally on fire with anticipation as she put herself in the perfect position to pull my clit into the warmth of her mouth.
As soon as I felt her tongue against my sensitivities, I threw my head back, “Damn, girl.”
She responded with slow circles around my swollen clit. A pleasurable torture that I happily accepted. Legs spread. Mouth agape. My hand pressed gently against the back of her head as she slurped up my excitement. Fiery passion rushing through me.
A perfect moment. My eyes started rolling in the back of my head and I felt ready to cum. The idea of possibly experiencing back to back orgasms only pushed me closer to the edge.
“Fuck,” I squealed.
It wasn’t because of an orgasm, though. Or anything good at all. I squealed as the door to my office swung open and desperately tried to wrestle my pants back to my waste.
Everybody else in the office had gone out for a long lunch. I usually treated the staff on Fridays. She said she was going to stay behind, finish some paperwork, and then head home to check on her sick cat. No one batted an eye. They loaded up into their cars and left us as the only ones in the building.
For that reason, I guess I wasn’t as careful as I should have been about locking the door to my office. And for that reason, I was caught with Mt pants down.
“What the hell is going on here,” Nesha screamed at the top of her lungs. The expression on her face was a mixture of confusion, anger, and utter disappointment. The emotions were enough to provoke tears. They swelled up in the corner of my eyes as she sneered at me, “I cannot fucking believe you.”
And with that, Nesha stormed off. I was still struggling to get back into a state of dress, but stumbled after her. Screamed her name again and again as she raced towards the nearest exit. And then kept screaming it after I followed her out the door.
I’d made a lot of silly ass decisions in my life when it came to women. Had ruined a lot of relationships. I couldn’t lose this one, though. I didn’t know how the hell I was going to make it right, but I had to do something to stop her.