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slips her tongue out to lick her lips, then nods. Unzips her pants and pushes them down, and I can see the outline of her pussy before she bends over to kick them off. So she took her panties off earlier, as I instructed. She tosses the pants toward me, and I reach a hand out and grab them. I feel a wad in her pocket and draw out the pink panties she’d hidden in there.
Meanwhile, she unbuttons her dress shirt, then drops it behind her. She’s left standing in her bra. Her arms are a bit fidgety, and she stands in place, shifting from foot to foot.
“I’m still watching.” My voice is little more than a guttural growl right now. I can barely think, barely breathe. I can’t take my eyes off this woman. “Don’t stop. Take the bra off too.” Her panties are clutched in my fist.
Her breasts rise as she arches her back, then removes the bra. Her breasts are bared to me, ripe and full with hard, dark nipples. My body is coiled tight with so much sexual tension I might explode if I don’t touch her.
So I step forward, and she moves toward me, her fingers brushing my arms, shoulders, neck, face.
“You’re still dressed,” she says with a small chuckle. A dimple pops up in her right cheek, and on impulse I lean down and kiss it. She pauses, then says, “Can I touch you? Take your clothes off?”
“Yes.” It’s all I can get out right now.
Her fingers slide back down to my throat. She loosens my tie, fumbling just a bit with the knot, then tugs it off. There’s something so intimate about the act of her undressing me that I’m almost a little uncomfortable. But I also want it too, want her hands all over me. We haven’t had the luxury of being completely naked together.
I know she enjoys getting off in the office, that that’s part of her fantasy, but I want to fuck her on a bed too. Next time we have sex, it’ll be somewhere she can scream as loudly as she wants to. Unfiltered. Uninhibited. The thought of her lying in my bed post-sex, of curling up against her as we doze off to sleep, makes me swallow hard.
Thankfully, her rapid unbuttoning of my shirt takes my mind off that dangerous direction. Her lower lip is drawn between her teeth as she makes her way down, then tugs my open shirt down my arms, throwing it to the ground. Then my undershirt is discarded, and she’s working my belt.
Another minute, and I’m completely naked with her, my cock jutting between our two bodies. I bend down to stretch our clothes into a makeshift bed for her, then lower her to the ground. All the fevered desire I had before is gone now; in its place is this craving to go slow, to build the torture in her until she can’t take it anymore. For the next fifty or so minutes, Emme is completely mine.
I put her panties down for the time being and touching her body, let my hands start at the arches of her feet and work their way up her ankle, her calves, behind her knees, smoothing her inner thighs all the way to her crotch. She shudders from my touch, her breath escaping in small puffs. This close to her pussy, I can smell her arousal.
I dart my tongue out, lick it, taste her wetness. Her pelvis pushes toward my mouth, an instinctive move; she digs her fingernails into the carpet, breasts thrust at the ceiling. I let my tongue lick and penetrate her until she’s jerking beneath me. Her pussy is soaked.
Emme reaches down to caress my head, press me closer to her mound. Naturally, I oblige for a good minute until I can tell she’s getting close. Then I reach over and grab her panties, stroke the fabric along her slit. She freezes at the sensation, but when I rub her clit, she groans for a split second before biting back the sound.
The crotch of the panties are good and drenched with her juices now. I dig into my pants pocket and tear the condom out of the packaging, roll it onto my rigid cock. Then I spread her thighs wide open and nestle between her legs, our bodies aligned. She sighs, strokes my back, pressing
Meanwhile, she unbuttons her dress shirt, then drops it behind her. She’s left standing in her bra. Her arms are a bit fidgety, and she stands in place, shifting from foot to foot.
“I’m still watching.” My voice is little more than a guttural growl right now. I can barely think, barely breathe. I can’t take my eyes off this woman. “Don’t stop. Take the bra off too.” Her panties are clutched in my fist.
Her breasts rise as she arches her back, then removes the bra. Her breasts are bared to me, ripe and full with hard, dark nipples. My body is coiled tight with so much sexual tension I might explode if I don’t touch her.
So I step forward, and she moves toward me, her fingers brushing my arms, shoulders, neck, face.
“You’re still dressed,” she says with a small chuckle. A dimple pops up in her right cheek, and on impulse I lean down and kiss it. She pauses, then says, “Can I touch you? Take your clothes off?”
“Yes.” It’s all I can get out right now.
Her fingers slide back down to my throat. She loosens my tie, fumbling just a bit with the knot, then tugs it off. There’s something so intimate about the act of her undressing me that I’m almost a little uncomfortable. But I also want it too, want her hands all over me. We haven’t had the luxury of being completely naked together.
I know she enjoys getting off in the office, that that’s part of her fantasy, but I want to fuck her on a bed too. Next time we have sex, it’ll be somewhere she can scream as loudly as she wants to. Unfiltered. Uninhibited. The thought of her lying in my bed post-sex, of curling up against her as we doze off to sleep, makes me swallow hard.
Thankfully, her rapid unbuttoning of my shirt takes my mind off that dangerous direction. Her lower lip is drawn between her teeth as she makes her way down, then tugs my open shirt down my arms, throwing it to the ground. Then my undershirt is discarded, and she’s working my belt.
Another minute, and I’m completely naked with her, my cock jutting between our two bodies. I bend down to stretch our clothes into a makeshift bed for her, then lower her to the ground. All the fevered desire I had before is gone now; in its place is this craving to go slow, to build the torture in her until she can’t take it anymore. For the next fifty or so minutes, Emme is completely mine.
I put her panties down for the time being and touching her body, let my hands start at the arches of her feet and work their way up her ankle, her calves, behind her knees, smoothing her inner thighs all the way to her crotch. She shudders from my touch, her breath escaping in small puffs. This close to her pussy, I can smell her arousal.
I dart my tongue out, lick it, taste her wetness. Her pelvis pushes toward my mouth, an instinctive move; she digs her fingernails into the carpet, breasts thrust at the ceiling. I let my tongue lick and penetrate her until she’s jerking beneath me. Her pussy is soaked.
Emme reaches down to caress my head, press me closer to her mound. Naturally, I oblige for a good minute until I can tell she’s getting close. Then I reach over and grab her panties, stroke the fabric along her slit. She freezes at the sensation, but when I rub her clit, she groans for a split second before biting back the sound.
The crotch of the panties are good and drenched with her juices now. I dig into my pants pocket and tear the condom out of the packaging, roll it onto my rigid cock. Then I spread her thighs wide open and nestle between her legs, our bodies aligned. She sighs, strokes my back, pressing
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