"I shall sooth your problem in the office darling, this is rather kinky and I have to admit I am wet!" That was Ayesha, always frank and no beating around the bush, (I could do with a little bush beating myself right now! Her bush was something to be reckoned with a very nice mount to wile away the foreplay. All that gentle touching and tasting, I could never get enough of her Cherry.
I felt like a little boy pleased by my mum telling me I can have a new toy for Christmas, the toy that I wanted.
But no way was I toying with Ayesha, I wanted her good and as soon as possible, no waiting for Christmas, just waiting then for the train to pull into our stop so we could commute to the office pretty darned quickly before the madding crowd arrived, just a half hour to get into Ayesha and solve my big problem down under.
The train stops , we bungle out like mad things, Ayesha laughing all over her face, how is it that women can laugh at it when, with us guys, our tongues are hanging out? Like when you see a bunch of guys at a girls- galore strip show with their tongues flashing - but girls looking at the Chippendales are all aglow and chuckling!
But going up the moving stairs to street level and being behind Ayesha I was just able to get a glimpse of very enticing and stimulating red underwear underneath her tight Burgundy skirt, Wow! The tingle in my groin was divine and my taste buds were already surging to say nothing of my carnal ones. She was a delightful fuck indeed I found that out last week in the office having her so very wonderfully across the desk, that gorgeous ass so ready and firm for me. I mean the way she popped it up (that tight ass) for me to enjoy both orally and otherwise was a dream, I was already tasting her nectar in my senses and could not wait for a second helping of pure unadulterated sex with Ayesha!
I was so glad her partner was not satisfying her any more and she was not having sex of late. She'd made the move in the first place sure enough the first time, when we had both arrived early, I guess it was the way she sat on the swivel chair ensuring her skirt was riding up to give me a good viewing of delicious tanned thigh. But what really did it for me is when she noticed I was looking up her skirt and she waved her index finger to me, prompting me to come to her. I vouch that no red blooded guy could have resisted that opportunity and I was no exception. And I can tell you that burning kiss was the best I have ever had all my life, it was a deep pursuing French kiss I shall never forget and if my hands were exploring beneath her skirt I was not responsible!
But I had no need to worry, in a few moments we shagged relentlessly across her desk, her cries prompting me to fuck harder and harder until that sweet, sweet cherry was well seen to and her juices dribbled down her inside thigh.
Now we were there again, out twice weekly pursuit and occasionally the odd Sunday if she could make it. "You don't think I am being hard on Mike do you, Pete?" she asked after our first quickie over the desk again. Mike was her forlorn partner who she had gone off mighty quickly, and more so since she'd sampled my contribution, She said I was more romantic than he could ever be and my fucks were always with really gusto, and consideration too.
