Once again I find myself at the end of the day and pressed for time to record a few thoughts for the blog. My days have been very busy here at work since I got a new assignment. I'm in a new area and I am feeling quite overwhelmed by the number of things that are thrown my way. I don't know why I am bothering being to be vague about my new job, since I could list my name and address here and nobody would read it.
I am in IT, and I have been reassigned to handle a fairly large documentation project for our government regulators. It is a big change from my old assignment of installing, fixing, and supporting our end-user computers. I managed a team of five until a week ago, and now I manage a team of me. It's a big shift to get out of an area that kept me in close contact with everyone in the building to a job where I can, if I work it right, go to the entire day without seeing a single employee. If I time my walk to the bathroom just right and avoid the people in the kitchen, it would be as if I was never even hear. The funny thing is that my boss does not think I can do this job from home. Heck, I could do this job naked and no one would notice since I don't have a video phone quite yet.
And speaking of coming to work naked, I do have a beautiful new receptionist in the group who is currently driving me crazy. She has just the right mix of looks and a playful personality that keeps me acting like a lovestruck puppy dog. I try to play it cool but she brings up something in me that I find lacking in my normal life.
She is 25, above average in height, and has a terrific feature. She is very slim to the legs waste tips and stomach, but has a very nicely built chest and strong arms. To top it off she has long brown hair that she frequently wears in a ponytail, and I love ponytails.
Thursday, July 26, 2007
Monday, July 23, 2007
Late last Night
You were tired, really tired. Your long drive into the valley for a birthday party had worn you out. I was 1/2 asleep in front of the computer, setting my meeting schedule for the next day, when you padded up behind me and began kissing me on the neck.
"Come on," you said quietly, "it's time for bed." You reached down and interlaced your fingers with mine, and led the way down the darkened hallway.
You let go of my hand as we passed the bathroom door, the soft glow of the night light reflected off the freshly painted door. With both hands free, you lifted your pajama top up and over your head without missing a step, and quickly reached between your breasts, opened the simple clasp, and dropped your bra to the floor.
"Isn't it a little late for this?" I asked, trying not to sound ungrateful, but if the clock says 12, according to her rules, the time for sex has passed. She opened the bedroom door wider and showed that the bed was turned down, the pillows fluffed up, and the lights turned low. I stepped into the room and she closed the door behind us. She held out her hand and I took it, thinking I would pull her on to the waiting bed, but instead, she pulled me towards her, kissed me once, and then pressed my head down to her bare breasts, and her beautiful nipples.
She pulled my mouth in slowly, teasing me, knowing that I love to worship her nipples, love to feel the crinkly skin on my tongue, and love to pull and to tug on them, sometimes roughly, sometimes gently, but always with enthusiasm. She let her body relax against the door and I felt her legs spread to better support her weight. I stayed at chest height, licking, biting, teasing her beautiful breasts with all the gentle oral attention I could muster. It was heaven. Her breasts are full and large, though gravity and nursing three children have taken their toll. Usually she tries to hide them, uncertain of her attractiveness to the world, but I know the truth, that they are beautiful, soft, delicate and responsive, and mine.
Knowing that her back wouldn't be comfortable in that position for long, I slowly kissed my way down to her hips and then allowed myself to drop to my knees. Her tap pants were soft and silky, and offered no resistance as I pulled them aside and began licking her moist cleft. Her body was swollen and firm, a sure sign that she has appreciated my soft kissing on her chest. I pressed my lips in to hers and let my tongue snake into her wet and inviting vagina.
Of all the sensations associated with sex, it is the sounds I like the most. Her breathing as it speeds up towards orgasm, the slapping of skin to skin, the clack of teeth tapping as passionate kisses are shared, the sloppy and wet intercourse of a cock and cunt and the middle of a quite room. As I continued to eat her inflamed lips, her noises started. The slippery transit of my tongue in and out, her short gasps when I hit the right spots, and her soft, high-pitched humming as her arousal increased.
"Now, move to the bed." she said as she pulled me up for a passionate kiss, the taste her own body was on my tongue, and she smiled. "You like that, don't you?"
"Very much so." Was my reply.
"I'm glad, but my back was killing me," she laughed as she spoke to let me know that it was her back, not my oral skills, that called an end to my favorite part of sex. "Now get your pants off and hand me the lube."
I whisked off my pants and revealed a fully grown erection, already tender from being so hard, so quick, and trapped inside my rough denim pants. She pulled me down next to her and we kissed and she spread her legs for me and allowed me to finger her deeply. She was wet and tight, and open for my touch.
She rolled me on my back and straddled me, popping open the lube with a flick of her thumb. With a nudge to get her attention and a glance at her open lips, I silently asked for more oral, more of her taste.
"Nope" she said matter-of-factly, "My back is killing me and I'm ready to go. No more wasted time." She swatted away my feeble act of being offended by grabbing my cock, coating it with a generous dollop of KY jelly, and plunging herself onto my erection. "Any complaints now?" she asked with a smirk.
She slipped her hand between our bodies and began to touch herself in time with my thrusting. Unexpectedly, she shifted her hips and brought her knees up high against my sides and rocked her pussy down tight on my cock. "Trying to keep my back straight" she said. The benefit to me was immediate and powerful. It was if she wrapped me up in her mouth, tight and wet, and at just the right angles. She could tell that I liked it because my energy level kicked up and I began thrusting deeply into her. I felt her fingers work her clit and my orgasm hit me.
The ridge of my cockhead was on fire and so I plunged in deeply and held still, my cum was bursting inside her, and I silently thanked my insurance for a fully-paid and effective vasectomy. Her fingers never stopped moving between our bellies and after I was spent, my erection soften just a touch and I was able to start thrusting into her again. the tenderness was gone and I was able to hit it harder, bouncing her body off mine with each thrust as her fingers worked her sensitive nub into a panting, deep voiced orgasm. My cock slipped out for a second and she cried out for me to get it back in. It slipped into her wetness easily and I felt a second, more powerful wave crash over her. 20 seconds? 30? a minute went buy as I continued to pound into her, the shocks and aftershocks of her climax still shivering through her body.
After several seconds of silence, save for the panting and the moaning, and the giggling, she planted a big kiss on my open mouth and whispered, "Oh fuck, that was a good one..."
We laid still for a few minutes, catching our breaths and feeling our bodies slowly disengage from each other. Once my softening penis left her body, she pulled me up from the bed and to the bathroom. She ran the water to get it warm as we kissed and she used a soft washcloth to clean me off. The warm water ran down my thighs as she cleaned me thoroughly. Once finished, she knelt before me and took my penis into her mouth and sucked me gently as a thank-you for her powerful orgasm.
I took the washcloth to return the favor, but she stopped me and said that she'd just take a shower in the morning.
"You, on the other hand, need to get going," she said.
"When does your ever-traveling husband get home this time?" I asked.
"After lunch tomorrow." Was her reply.
Now fully dressed I walked to the door as she trailed behind me. I turned to say good-bye but she had knelt once more in front of me, and was already unzipping my fly. With no boxers to interfere, she had me in her mouth in just moments, and I felt her tongue trailing over my sensitive tip.
She stood and kissed me good-bye, holding my erection in her hand as if it were a leash. She wrapper her arms around me and nibbled, prolonging the final scene of this act in our drama.
"So, I'll see you at work tomorrow?" she asked.
"Of course you will, you're the boss, remember?" With a laugh, and a push, I left the house and gingerly tucked my erection back into my pants, and drove off into the night.
"Come on," you said quietly, "it's time for bed." You reached down and interlaced your fingers with mine, and led the way down the darkened hallway.
You let go of my hand as we passed the bathroom door, the soft glow of the night light reflected off the freshly painted door. With both hands free, you lifted your pajama top up and over your head without missing a step, and quickly reached between your breasts, opened the simple clasp, and dropped your bra to the floor.
"Isn't it a little late for this?" I asked, trying not to sound ungrateful, but if the clock says 12, according to her rules, the time for sex has passed. She opened the bedroom door wider and showed that the bed was turned down, the pillows fluffed up, and the lights turned low. I stepped into the room and she closed the door behind us. She held out her hand and I took it, thinking I would pull her on to the waiting bed, but instead, she pulled me towards her, kissed me once, and then pressed my head down to her bare breasts, and her beautiful nipples.
She pulled my mouth in slowly, teasing me, knowing that I love to worship her nipples, love to feel the crinkly skin on my tongue, and love to pull and to tug on them, sometimes roughly, sometimes gently, but always with enthusiasm. She let her body relax against the door and I felt her legs spread to better support her weight. I stayed at chest height, licking, biting, teasing her beautiful breasts with all the gentle oral attention I could muster. It was heaven. Her breasts are full and large, though gravity and nursing three children have taken their toll. Usually she tries to hide them, uncertain of her attractiveness to the world, but I know the truth, that they are beautiful, soft, delicate and responsive, and mine.
Knowing that her back wouldn't be comfortable in that position for long, I slowly kissed my way down to her hips and then allowed myself to drop to my knees. Her tap pants were soft and silky, and offered no resistance as I pulled them aside and began licking her moist cleft. Her body was swollen and firm, a sure sign that she has appreciated my soft kissing on her chest. I pressed my lips in to hers and let my tongue snake into her wet and inviting vagina.
Of all the sensations associated with sex, it is the sounds I like the most. Her breathing as it speeds up towards orgasm, the slapping of skin to skin, the clack of teeth tapping as passionate kisses are shared, the sloppy and wet intercourse of a cock and cunt and the middle of a quite room. As I continued to eat her inflamed lips, her noises started. The slippery transit of my tongue in and out, her short gasps when I hit the right spots, and her soft, high-pitched humming as her arousal increased.
"Now, move to the bed." she said as she pulled me up for a passionate kiss, the taste her own body was on my tongue, and she smiled. "You like that, don't you?"
"Very much so." Was my reply.
"I'm glad, but my back was killing me," she laughed as she spoke to let me know that it was her back, not my oral skills, that called an end to my favorite part of sex. "Now get your pants off and hand me the lube."
I whisked off my pants and revealed a fully grown erection, already tender from being so hard, so quick, and trapped inside my rough denim pants. She pulled me down next to her and we kissed and she spread her legs for me and allowed me to finger her deeply. She was wet and tight, and open for my touch.
She rolled me on my back and straddled me, popping open the lube with a flick of her thumb. With a nudge to get her attention and a glance at her open lips, I silently asked for more oral, more of her taste.
"Nope" she said matter-of-factly, "My back is killing me and I'm ready to go. No more wasted time." She swatted away my feeble act of being offended by grabbing my cock, coating it with a generous dollop of KY jelly, and plunging herself onto my erection. "Any complaints now?" she asked with a smirk.
She slipped her hand between our bodies and began to touch herself in time with my thrusting. Unexpectedly, she shifted her hips and brought her knees up high against my sides and rocked her pussy down tight on my cock. "Trying to keep my back straight" she said. The benefit to me was immediate and powerful. It was if she wrapped me up in her mouth, tight and wet, and at just the right angles. She could tell that I liked it because my energy level kicked up and I began thrusting deeply into her. I felt her fingers work her clit and my orgasm hit me.
The ridge of my cockhead was on fire and so I plunged in deeply and held still, my cum was bursting inside her, and I silently thanked my insurance for a fully-paid and effective vasectomy. Her fingers never stopped moving between our bellies and after I was spent, my erection soften just a touch and I was able to start thrusting into her again. the tenderness was gone and I was able to hit it harder, bouncing her body off mine with each thrust as her fingers worked her sensitive nub into a panting, deep voiced orgasm. My cock slipped out for a second and she cried out for me to get it back in. It slipped into her wetness easily and I felt a second, more powerful wave crash over her. 20 seconds? 30? a minute went buy as I continued to pound into her, the shocks and aftershocks of her climax still shivering through her body.
After several seconds of silence, save for the panting and the moaning, and the giggling, she planted a big kiss on my open mouth and whispered, "Oh fuck, that was a good one..."
We laid still for a few minutes, catching our breaths and feeling our bodies slowly disengage from each other. Once my softening penis left her body, she pulled me up from the bed and to the bathroom. She ran the water to get it warm as we kissed and she used a soft washcloth to clean me off. The warm water ran down my thighs as she cleaned me thoroughly. Once finished, she knelt before me and took my penis into her mouth and sucked me gently as a thank-you for her powerful orgasm.
I took the washcloth to return the favor, but she stopped me and said that she'd just take a shower in the morning.
"You, on the other hand, need to get going," she said.
"When does your ever-traveling husband get home this time?" I asked.
"After lunch tomorrow." Was her reply.
Now fully dressed I walked to the door as she trailed behind me. I turned to say good-bye but she had knelt once more in front of me, and was already unzipping my fly. With no boxers to interfere, she had me in her mouth in just moments, and I felt her tongue trailing over my sensitive tip.
She stood and kissed me good-bye, holding my erection in her hand as if it were a leash. She wrapper her arms around me and nibbled, prolonging the final scene of this act in our drama.
"So, I'll see you at work tomorrow?" she asked.
"Of course you will, you're the boss, remember?" With a laugh, and a push, I left the house and gingerly tucked my erection back into my pants, and drove off into the night.
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