Office lunch

We’ve been seeing each other for a while. Literally, it was as innocent as that. I was passionately in love with Sandy, but unfortunately she was married. Even though she knew how I felt, we’ve had lunches free of obligation for months now. A while back we went to various parks and had nice talk. I enjoyed several foot massages and some hand massage to release tension. I even massaged her. And several times we shared a delicious, but chaste and platonic hug. We both knew there was more to our feelings than these “meetings,” and we each hungered for more in our own way. But we were at least loyal, physically loyal.

Then an unfortunate event caused us to forget our outings. We were forced to confine ourselves to the local office grounds. But one day we had a date planned, and we both needed it very much (the mental enlightenment we felt when sharing these few moments was monumentally heartwarming, it was almost like our physical frustrations and, to put it bluntly, our horniness was partially lubricated by these moments), it rained. I wanted to go back to our park for a rainy picnic, but her superior will (not only was she strong willful, but she was beautifully beautiful, a perfect and beautiful creature of grace, charm and sensual charisma like no one I’ve ever known) overcame and she suggested my office.

Now my office is small and messy. The only truly recognizable features are the computer on a table next to my desk and the “guest” chair is in front of my desk. Sandy brought her lunch and seductively established her beautiful self in the chair so I could soak in her warmth and beauty. It was so tempting to close the door, even locked… But the office would have had a field day. It would be bad enough with the casual passers-by, but we had no choice.

Lunch, itself, could have been boring, as sound would carry so we had to keep our voices down when we talked about relevant things, like love and sex and the like; However, I found that there was just enough space under the desk modest shield for me to read her feet. A strategically placed box helped to cover the erotic affection that would happen.

During a particularly passionate, albeit low-voiced exchange about the charms of intercourse, I accidentally bumped into her foot with mine. The result was not unexpected when a giant size 13 encounters a delicate, sensitive, female bare foot. Although it wasn’t really serious I felt really bad and wanted to rub it to ease the pain. Sandy wouldn’t even let that happen, but I decided to remove my shoes to avoid a repeat.

Why it took me so long to realize that I could caress her feet with mine… I’ll never know. Sandy accepted this because no one could see it. So, speaking of sweets… I have relieved my passions with gentle and erotic affection of her feet. If only the office knew what was going on. But they didn’t! This lasted ten minutes. I had trouble hiding conversations because the stimulation was huge. Here I was pretty crazy, passionate love with the most beautiful person in the world and I had to keep the chatter-chatter. The desk covered my erection well, whether my voice did or not is something else.

Then came the subject of computer programs. It might seem funny to think of something like that on the edge of an orgasm, but it did, thank God. And why the hell do I say, “Thank God”? Well, my patient reader, I decided it was time to show her one of my new acquisitions. Now I could show her some of the X-rated texts I had or some of the images that justify the purchase on a computer in the first place, but that seemed like a blasphemy.

I chose an innocent program and started it. Sandy clearly couldn’t see where she was, so our horse feet were ripped apart so the rest of us could be closer together. She slipped to my side and slowly and erotically turned to the screen and sort of hugged up to me and my new friend rested idyllicly, but expected, in my lap.

Let me describe the scene for you latecomers. Here I sat at my desk watching an innocent video screen with a huge stiff kind hidden under the table. (I must say, parentally, that my erection was hidden from the casual viewer, but Sandy was not a “casual viewer.” For her, nothing about me was lost from her view, at least, I hoped.) Now I’m no John Holmes, but with Sandy so close I felt sure I could give him a decent run for his money or whatever. The smile that crossed Sandy’s beautiful full and passionate lips almost made me lose my wad then and there, like it said, “I like it that way.” But let me go on before you bore the once patient reader. And right, and I mean RIGHT, next to me stood the lush, delicious piece of femininity, dripping with sensual passion. Her hips were so close to my face that I could almost smell the aphrodisiac aroma of her genitals. In my mind, they did, and they made me wild. She bowed down a little to point to the screen and rubbed her thigh to my shoulder.

Expertly, we continued the idle talk about computers and the like. Sometimes the observer wouldn’t have noticed. “Love accomplished miracles,” I always said, and I was certainly in Love, deep, beautiful LOVE with this perfect creature. It was normal to share my joy that I was with her, so I put my arms around her hips. These and subsequent actions were of course carefully hidden from anyone who passed by.

At first Sandy hesitated and moved, something. Her instinct was to keep her distance, probably thinking she had encouraged something that should not be encouraged. Her “encourage” was not that she knew. Just because she was what she was, a wonderfully friendly, soft and sensitive adult woman in a very attractive package. All this time, I was attracted to her before she knew I existed. God has created strange things in this world and many beautiful creatures. But this time she did it herself. (Some may think that only a male could imagine the perfect female, but I say that men would not recognize the “perfect female” if she fell into their laps. All they want is a good turn. Only a female could imagine all of the delicious qualities of her sex and desire to only have one package.) But I’m wandering again.

In the past I had dropped my arm and let her win her will, but for some reason I wouldn’t allow it this time. My increasingly active lap-friend could have affected me. Anyway, I turned my grip on her hips and pulled her back against my shoulder. When I felt the resistance tension, I softened my grip. But my hand seemed to be loose. It soon began a slow monotonous “cruise” around Sandy’s soft and beautiful flank. Our hugs in the past were wasteful now I was treated with another delightfully winding part of this enchanting creature.

With every passage I saw less resistance. Her right hand, standing by mine a few moments ago, gradually fell back to her side. I felt a clear soothing wrinkle through her. My hand felt closer to me, trying to overcome the two beautiful hills of passion. Sandy’s lush and sensual bottom was one of her most striking features, and that is from a leg-man, who had long admired the slim, trim turn of her ankle. This lady embodied perfection enough for all normal fixations. As in my dreams so often, I caressed every contour of her ass so cruelly caught in a dress and underwear. This was a body that deserved to be liberated (and she had once sent me into a rage when she said she liked to fish in the nude, I still haven’t recovered from those amazing scenes). Anyway, I continued this exotic journey to never-never-land until I thought I’d physically wear her clothes. The only visible reaction I could detect was a hug.

Gradually my hand moved down and continued the caress on her beautiful seductively bent thigh and down and around her knee, the first touch of flesh, or to the flesh, because her always present snake prevented me from touching the natural hair completely. With so much delicacy I started a very slow and hopefully sensual return trip on her leg. A quick hardening and the return of her right hand stopped me about halfway through her graceful thigh. Her hand rested gently on mine as if she said, “Wait a minute. I’m enjoying this. But it must not happen.”

I paused. With this pause relaxing her body, but her delicate hand remained.

A colleague hit his head in my office. We exchanged pleasures for a few minutes. Her hand fell away.

Even before the intruder left, I started the wonderful climb from the stairs to the sky. This time I didn’t come across any resistance. As I approached the top of my climb, I slowed down to “smell the flowers on the way” and I would have given anything to smell the wondrous aroma that certainly radiates from the cave of love, so close. Slowly, but surely, I continued my journey along those beautiful inner legs of this goddess. Every time I felt Sandy on edge, I paused and circled in delight until this wonderful creature shared my joy. Then I continued my wonderful journey.

When I met the top and felt the different layers of artificial upholstery… Rested my fingers to see. Further records would not be effective for both of us. I’ve considered asking Sandy to apologize for changing clothes, you know, something “in” something more comfortable, but remotely remembering the location I threw that idea. I was lost in thought and frustration.

Then a door appeared to me, a stranger, but beautiful door. I approached it in my mind and opened it. Before I revealed it was the most beautiful and exotic garden anyone has ever seen. All the colors filled my eyes and a million beautiful smells clouded my senses. What caused this? Well, my patient friend. A touch. Yes! A simple, sincere and honest touch. No, I hadn’t really seen or smelled a heavenly garden. I had felt the touch of Aphrodite, no it was more, it was Sandy’s warm soft passionate touch on my thigh. The heat emanating from that one simple act filled me with renewed desire and fieryness to share my joy. While I fought the fold under Sandy’s dress to find the tops of her obstructive clothing, the warm hand squeezed on me his encouragement. I finally found the end. Now the difficult task of lowering this physical barrier without destroying anything and without causing unnecessary disturbance that an intruder might notice. Slowly and carefully I lowered her panties and panties and started, first from one side and then the other. Initially, a fraction of a thumb in a time and gradually gaining confidence and experience I was able to move it a few inches at a time. Finally I had slipped the puree layer enough to allow my wonderful discovery to continue. I was shaking with anticipation and trepidation. Would she really stand still and let me go on? I should wait for the answer.

With extremely slow and gentle strokes I followed my previously crossed path back to the connection of those beautiful soft and satin limbs. I could have just followed the heat to the source of my desire, but I had other ways to search and the probe itself, was not without delight. But I was helped by the warm hand on my thigh. As I approached the source, the grip became stronger. When I finally reached the sacred sanctuary of love and felt the humidity, the grip on me was of a possessed one.

I just flirted with the Holy Grail… With his ripe lips looking for Sandy’s holy scepter. The pleasure of the search was exciting. There it is! I had found the edge of femininity, the femininity incarnated into this lush, beautiful and impeccable body of Sandy. Three things happened at the same time: The shock of first contact shot electricity through my hand, Sandy strengthened in recording and her hand moved and closed on my stiff penis, striving to free herself from the earthly bonds.

For a while we were both frozen. Any casual passerby would have just seen two ordinary people watching a computer screen. Only if they had heard the almost inaudible moan of delight flow out of their lips simultaneously would there have been little suspicion. Thank God.

Their short pause in their urgent effort was passed as my fingers gently caressed this enchanted tip. As I hugged and embraced his sturdy sketch a steady ecstatic moan could be heard. Without missing a single good stroke, I slipped my unused fingers down to the chalice that I so badly wanted to drink. (If only, …, but it wasn’t.) Her reaction was just the imperceptible whisper, “Please, don’t stop. Don’t stop for anything. It’s beautiful, so, very, very beautiful.”

Needless to say, I wasn’t going to stop my joyous pet, either it gave Sandy pleasure or not and she knew it. For all this time she had courageously encouraged my erection by skilfully caressing with my services in time. Her only break was to quickly untie my fly and let my steel-hard penis practice freely through her sensitive and sensitive fingers. Through and through we went, our thoughts lost in each other finger-tip embraces. The only change was the steady increase in intensity as we approached our long-awaited climaxes at the same time. This was all we could share.

The spell my fingers encountered was indescribable. The hot humid room was so soft and inviting, inviting to more of me than was possible at that time. My poor surrogate penis could only ask what could have been. The sensitive fingertips investigated for more contact, deeper and deeper, but they could only go this far before my contact with Sandy’s deserved clitoris was lost. In it they glide deliciously into their surroundings, the silky and bendy cave that was smoothed by a delicious mix of muzzling secretions that I desired to drink. The treasure at the end of this beautiful tunnel could never be surpassed by the path itself. But the long search for the love prize, the mother lead, would end with fulfillment.

Neither did Sandy’s hand, but she tried. Not only was it caressing in harmony with our inner souls, but her fingertips constantly played the field, so to speak. None of my bloated stiff bulge was free of her investigation. The sensations they caused were beautiful.

When I could no longer hold back, I whispered, “We’re here, Sandy. Come with me to Nirvana, go to Elysium with me.” We both shake in ecstasy and we climax together exactly.

When my seed ran over the floor, Sandy collapsed.

For many minutes we remained silent, basking ourselves in the brilliant, but gentle, radiant spiritual Love made tangible by our body.

Then, after the glow was somewhat diminished, we both realized our situation. Our loving smiles quickly faded when we struggled to pick up the loose pieces. In surprisingly short time, everything seemed normal. The floor was cleaned up, the clothes replaced, if necessary, and our facial features restored to almost normal.

“What’s new?” Sam said when he came in unannounced. In unison, we answered, “Nothing, what’s new with you?” And laughed the relaxed laughs of really at ease and satisfied with themselves, which they happened to be.