It was hard to concentrate on the accounts and balances on the computer... after reading that, anyone would be afraid to get up. I know my panties were soaked. We had been going back and forth all day, each message a little more stirring than the last. This one read "Can you feel me under your desk? My hands gripping your thighs, my tongue almost touching your hot pussy, you can feel my breath. I can smell you girl"
I almost dropped my phone. I slid down in my chair unable to stop myself from picturing him under me, his lips slowly rising to my hot spot. There was no way my panties could have held my excitement from leaking through my slacks.
It was almost noon. He would be here in about 5 minutes to pick me up for lunch. How awkward would it be? Not seeing him in so long and just out of the blue... I should ignore him. I should just not respond at all and find something a little more controllable... but I can't help myself. Why can't I have a little fun every once in a while too? Oh, and it's SO much fun... I dare say incomparable.
He calls; I'm already on my way outside. It's busy out, noon downtown on a Tuesday... what do you expect. What do I expect? What? Are we going to go in a... secluded alley? Maybe a parking structure? Would I? I can't see myself going along with something like that... I smile. We'll just see. I decide to just go with the flow. I can't seem to speak, and I keep smiling. Cheesing... We talk about nothing, stop at a Mexican food place. I'm not hungry. I feel ignorant, like a high school virgin on a date with the guy that gets all the girls on the first date, with the facial expression to match.
We exit the restaurant, back in his Cadillac. He looks at me with that look, the same one he had on his face on our first date... right before he put those sexy hands on my thighs. Stunned, like a deer in headlights I couldn't stop him if I wanted to. I melt all over again, he knows. He leans over and pulls me close to him, kissing my neck. His hand is already undoing my pants; I don't dare ask him to stop. I want it, I want it now. He stops, tells me I'm supposed to be wearing a skirt. I just smile, thinking this was the last thing I'd thought I'd be doing today. What kind of girl does he think I am? Hah... what kind of girl am I? He looks downs, smiles "Hmmm, red..." referring to my panties. My head spins as his hand slides beneath them. I open my mouth to protest but he covers it with his hand while his middle finger starts at my cunt, feeling the wetness he rotates it up, spreading my juices all over my clitoris.
I feel sudden warmth take over my body; a slight shudder escapes from my spine. He presses unto me harder and moves his hand up and around, down, up, and around then down again and again. His eyes don't leave my face, I want to meet his gaze so he sees the sex in my eyes, instead I look around. People are coming in and out of the restaurant, walking to and from their lunch destinations, and here I am with this man's hands down my pants hungry for more. I moan his name and say something about people. He chuckles, smiles crookedly and starts to take my pants off one leg.
My mind races, yes I want it... surprisingly bad, but here?!? I know I should stop him but I can't... the thought of him inside me is just too compelling. I want to touch him, feel him in my hand but I don't. I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to stop. I watch him stare at my pussy hungrily. I know what he wants, and I'm going to let him have it. He scoots my ass back and bends over kissing my lower abdomen. I might've squealed lightly before biting my lip. The anticipation is driving me insane. I hold my breath as I feel the tip of his tongue caress my clit. Ohhh FUCK... I missed that. He grips my thighs apart farther and hides his face between my legs, looking up at me. I feel his tongue moving wildly around me, his hot kiss driving me to scream. Just before I do he stops, and seductively tells me to "shhh." His lips are glistening with me all over them. I wipe his chin and push his face back where I want it. I can feel the chuckle in his throat on my pussy. God I just want to jump on him, in the middle of this busy city.
He reaches up with one hand and slides his finger inside me. I moan for more. Every time he takes it out I can feel my warmth follow his finger, his tongue replacing it to lap me up and spread it around. No man has ever been able to get me so hot, so quickly. I focus hard on his eyes for a second, then close my eyes and drown my mind with the pleasure I'm feeling. Both my eyes shoot open as I feel him push that spot, fuck he found it! Oh god yess...I see his tongue stroking my clit in my head. I feel it; so warm and teasing, flicking, pushing it. I allow my fingers to intertwine themselves in his hair; I push the back of his head forward towards me and then up on his forehead. Ahh, the perfect angle. " I'm going to cum," I say with my eyes rolling. Then I realize the people parked next to us are coming to their vehicle. I jump up and look away from the window and down at my exposed body. I quickly re-enter my pant leg trying to keep my naked knee out of site. I glance at my watch and tell him my lunch hour is over. Reluctantly I watch him put it in drive and head towards my work.
He stops his vehicle. I look up at him, waiting for him to inquire or set something up so we can finish what we started. I know he's not done; I don't care how nonchalantly he drives away. I know he wants more, just as much as I do. He sends me another message not ten minutes after he dropped me off. "We'll see how bad you really want it. I'll be home when you get off..." Now that sounds better to me. My day is creeping by; I can hardly work with his cock in my head. I don't think I ever got back to normal; I had to tie a sweater around my waste... I leave five minutes early. I can't wait to get to him, I want to go home and shower and change but I've got more important things on my mind. Haha, no self-discipline whatsoever.