"Are you coming to bed yet?"
"Soon," I promised, not even looking up from the computer screen.
I supposed I'd become something of a computer addict. Since we'd pooled our available resources and purchased this new computer the thing was hardly switched off. I glanced at the clock on the toolbar. Just after 11pm... I'd been "working" at the computer for four hours solid. And what, pray tell had these long hours achieved? Not a darned site of anything! At that precise moment in time I was playing onscreen Solitaire. Just skipping away time.
I tore my gaze away from the screen and looked at her. Her long brown hair cascading over her shoulders, a pale-blue blouse that looked silky in this light, a short skirt and white stockings to complete the picture. she looked a dish! I resolved to finish the game quickly and join her in the bedroom. Who knows! Perhaps she might feel fruity and need some loving!
Once more my hand reached out to grasp the mouse and direct the pointer over the onscreen cards.
She sat down on the edge of the computer desk patiently waiting for me to finish the game but I was instantly distracted. She opened her stockinged thighs a little wider and, from my seated position, the gusset of her panties became visible.
I swallowed hard... my concentration flew out of the window. My hand gently touched her stockinged thigh, stroking the sheer silk. A little higher, the onscreen card-game temporarily forgotten as my finger-tips pressed into her warm flesh.
She opened her thighs just a little wider as my fingers moved higher to caress the bare flesh at the top of her thighs. She giggled; sweeping her long brown hair back from her smiling face. "I thought you were concentrating on your card game?"
She gave a little aroused gasp as the back of my hand brushed against her pussy. She tensed and then relaxed as my fingers touched her through the thin material. "The cards can wait," I whispered softly.
"My word!, she exclaimed, leaning forward to place her flat palm onto the crutch of my trousers, "is that a torch in your pocket? Or are you THAT pleased to see me?"
Her slender fingers stroked my stiffening erection through my trousers. My fingers still touching her love-mound through the material.
"I'm not sure," I replied mischievously. "Perhaps you ought to investigate further."
Her fingers pressed and prodded gently outlining the growing shape of my thickening cock. She stroked my length and giggled, "I don't think it's a torch, Stan. I can't find an on-off switch on the side. My fingers just then had worked their way inside her garment and were gently stroking the little outer folds of her pussy. I could feel her heat with my wicked finger-tips and she wriggled her bum on the desk as I teased her.
She got up from the edge of the table and kissed me. And, as our lips explored and tasted, she pushed my office-type chair further away from the desk, descending to kneel upon the floor between my feet. Her fingers plucked at my belt and pulled it from me before taking the tag of my zipper between finger'n'thumb and deftly pulling it down. Then, after a mere for seconds fumbling, her hand slid inside to touch my shaft... and it was my turn to gasp.
