Looking at Leaves in the Ridge and Valley Country

This morning, like most since you have been furloughed, is another frustrating one. You watch the morning news as you have your coffee. 

“No Changes with the Government….And today the President announced…” You turn off the TV and go to the kitchen to make something for breakfast. Your wife is there, still wearing her thin nightgown, pouring herself a cup of coffee. “Anything in the news?” she asks.

You angrily grumble “Of course not. Another day sitting around with no paycheck on the horizon.”

She comes over, kisses your forehead, then your lips. “We have enough in savings. We are okay. The bills are up to date. We have food in the pantry. We are doing better than some.”

You take a sip from your mug. “You’re right. I just wish I was doing something…”

She cuts you off. “Let’s drive to the mountains. According to the news, the National Parks are still open, but have limited facilities. If we drive out to the Ridge and Valley country, we can take some great photos.”

You want to stop her and complain that it will cost gas, but you haven’t had to commute into work for a couple of weeks now. So you stop and think, she’s right. “Do you want to just take photos, or do you want to also bring your sketch book and paints?” you ask.

“Oh, I hadn’t thought about that.” She responds, as she pulls up the weather on her phone. “The weather today will be clear and comfortable. I can pack my pencils and paints.”

You smile and nod as she gets excited. “I know of a couple of overlook spots, where we can stop.” You say. “When do you want to do it?”

She looks at the time. “Let’s get dressed and just go.”

You kiss her, a bit more passionately. “Yes. Let’s get dressed, pack a lunch, and go.” You both put on jeans and a T-shirt. You grab a flannel shirt and wear it unbuttoned, and she grabs a zip-up hoodie. You also grab light jackets, and hand her one. “Just in case it is cooler out there.”

She takes it “Good thinking. I also think there is a blanket in the backseat of the car, which we can use if we need.”

In a cloth grocery bag you toss some sandwiches, and a bag of chips,. She fills up water bottles, and places a couple of them in a small cooler, along with a plastic container of left over pasta salad.

“Snacks and lunch.” You say grabbing the bag and cooler. “Do you have your sketchbook and paints?” you ask.

“Give me a second.” She says as you carry things to the car. She comes out with a small tackle box, holding her art supplies, and two different sized sketch books.

“Should I bring a good camera?” you ask.

“No. Let’s just use the cellphones.” She responds.

You think for a moment. “If I’m driving, then I can’t be taking photos, but she can concentrate on photos and painting.” You nod “You’re right. Is that everything?”

“I think so.” She says.

An hour or so later, you are still on the highway. The windows are down and the radio is playing music that you are enjoying. Traffic is lighter than you anticipated. Most of what you see on the highway is tractor trailers and construction trucks, but few cars. The green and white signs pointing to the “Scenic Byway” tell you that you’ll get off the highway soon.

She has been taking a few landscape photos with her phone. Most of the trees you have seen were mostly green still, with patches of yellow, orange, red, and brown. Just starting to turn. You also drive past farms where the crops have been harvested, or they are reading the fields for the winter crops.

“When was the last time we were here?” you ask her loudly.

She answers “Don’t you remember, shortly after we married and got the house.”

You hit the buttons to roll up the windows, and turn down the music. It is so much quieter without the wind noise. “Why did you do that?” she asks.

“I didn’t want to yell.” You respond. “Yes, I remember it now.” You put your arm around her and pull her closer to you. “After we moved into the house, you asked how much I knew about the area.”

“Because we’d both relocated here for work, we thought it was time to really see the sights.” She continues. “The mountains, the museums, historic sites, and then the beaches.”

You squeeze her tighter. “I think that first year we saw as much as we could.”

She kisses your cheek. “I’m glad we are taking some time again. I’m not happy about the furlough, but you have to admit, the past few years we’ve been pretty busy with work.”

You nod and move your hand so it rests on her thigh. Even through the denim, she feels good to you. “You’re right. And our exit is coming up soon.” You say as you see an arrow pointing “Scenic Byway” under the next exit sign.

You turn off and roll the windows back down. As you slow, you smell the scents of the forest. The cool, damp smell of leaves mixed with the scent of fresh cut stalks from the nearby farmers’ fields. The road winds up as the thickening forest blocks the mid-morning sun.

She turns and snaps photos. You aren’t sure what she is seeing. Could be animals or just how the sunlight and shadows are making patterns. You stay focused on the road. It is much more twisty than you remember it, so you slow down.

She keeps looking and taking photos.

Soon you make it to the top of the ridge-line. The trees towards the valley are gone and you can see sunlight lighting up the valley floor.

“God, That’s so beautiful.” She says as she continues taking photos with her phone.

“There’s a scenic overlook up ahead. Let’s stop.” You say.

“Yes. Please.” She says.

With the forest to your left and the valley to your right, it is so beautiful, but you are focused on the road, so the colors of the leaves are only partially registering. You notice evergreens, but also flame reds, bright yellows, and sunny oranges, mixed with the pale greens and dark brown. You let her focus on taking photos and you’ll keep both of you safe on the road.

You see the scenic overlook and pull in. As you get out of the car, you look at how her jeans hug her shapely hips and ass. You grab your phone and take some photos too.

The mid-morning sunlight shines down on the orchards of the valley. You see small trucks moving from farm to farm, loaded with freshly picked fruit.

You see her sit on the public bench, open your art box, and start sketching a landscape.

As you take some photos with your phone, you walk back to her. You are the only ones at the overlook right now. The sun and shadows make a beautiful pattern on her.

You take a couple of photos of her. Just sitting and sketching. She looks so beautiful. You try a few different angles to try and capture the valley in the background.

“Honey, I hate to interrupt you, but can you stand. Maybe do a couple of model poses?”

She smiles. “Of course.” Setting down her sketch pad, she stands, then poses. Against a log safety railing, next to a sign, and a couple of other locations.

“I’m a little warm.” She says, pulling off her sweatshirt. You see her hard nipples through the fabric of her t-shirt. She looks so sexy.

“I wish you would have worn a dress today.” You comment as she strikes various poses.

“I could’ve worn a dress… but then you wouldn’t get to see me slowly peel off these jeans, inch by inch, revealing just how hot it really is out here?” she says in a devilishly playful tone.

“Do you really want to do that here? Where anyone could see?” You ask as you continue taking photos of her.

She moves over to the bench. “You’re right, the risk makes it even hotter… Imagine if someone drove by just as I slid my jeans down my thighs, giving them a glimpse of what only you get to see..” She says as she unbuttons her jeans, “But for now, it’s just you and me, and this show is all yours.”

You move closer and take a couple more photos. “We haven’t done strip tease photos in a long time.” You comment.

“I didn’t realize how much I missed playing like this.” She says, “The way my body responds to the camera, knowing it’s your eyes on the other end, it’s exhilarating. Now, let’s make some new memories… every inch of skin revealed just for you.”

You are surprised by her comments but continue taking photos as she slowly slides her jeans down her sexy legs. You move closer, have her turn her body so we get the patterns on her skin made by sun and shadow.

“Mmm, this feels so good on my bare skin… makes me want to feel your hands tracing the same patterns.” She says in a teasing tone. “Are you ready to put that down and join me on the bench?”

“You are always so sexy.” You respond, as you put your phone in your pocket and kiss her. Her lips are so warm against yours. You reach up under t-shirt, raise it up and show off her firm breasts.

“Where do you want my mouth?” you ask. One hand caresses her breast, and the other moves along her bare thigh. “You are so damn sexy. I just want to see you cum.” You say, kissing her again. Your getting hard as you touch her.

“I want your mouth everywhere… but first, let’s see if you can make me beg for it” She whispers in a playful tone “Trace those lips down my neck, slowly… make me crave more.”

You softly kiss her mouth, then slowly move to her neck. Your hand on her breast softly caresses with your fingertips teasing her hard nipple, your other hand moves up higher on her thigh, to the edge of her panties.

You kiss her smooth skin down to the base of her shirt collar, with her t-shirt bunched up above her breasts. You then move to the upper part of her left beast. Her skin feels so warm against your lips, mustache, and beard you softly kiss your way down towards her nipple.

Your fingers on her thigh slowly move back and forth along the edge of her panties, teasing, without getting closer. “Mmmmm your teasing is driving me wild… your beard is so soft, brushing me. Don’t stop now, keep that fire burning…” she says in soft low tones.

Using the tip of your tongue to slowly lick around her hard left nipple, you also use your fingertips rolling her right one, as your other hand rubs the fabric of her panties along her damp pussy lips. Her nipple is firm in your mouth as you suck it hard, pulling her right nipple with the same pressure, as you continue to rub her panties.

She moans “Mmm, the way you’re playing with me….the heat’s building between my thighs….. I want to feel your fingers slip inside, spread me open… make me moan your name.”

You teasingly finger her wet cunt with more pressure, the crotch of her panties keeping your fingers from entering her. Then you slide the gusset to the side and slip two fingers into her. Your mouth and other hand continue working on her sensitive nipples.

She is so wet. Your fingers go in and out. The palm of your hand rubs her clit. You suck your left nipple harder as your fingers go deeper.

She closes her eyes in pleasure. “That’s it my love. Cum for me.” you say. “Cum where tourists sit and watch.”

Her breathing hitches as you talk to her, the thought of being watched turns her on. “Fuck, I’m close, so close… Make me cum baby, make me scream your name right here.” She pants.

You finger her harder until you feel her pussy tighten and pulse against my hand. Her moans echo down into the valley.

“I can almost hear the whispers of strangers watching us, it’s so fucking hot… Don’t stop, keep fucking me with your fingers until I explode.” She is fantasizing as an occasional car drives past.

You stop sucking her nipples and kiss her mouth again. Then you put you mouth on her clit. You lick and suck it as you work you fingers faster and deeper. She moans, almost whimpering in pleasure.

Sucking her clit harder, your mustache and beard is now wet with your saliva and her excitement. You work a third finger in, filling her and using your mouth and tongue giving her as much pleasure as you can.

Your own cock is pulsing in your pants from her enjoyment, and the pressure of the denim as you squat and bring her to another orgasm.

“Yes!” You feel her body clench as she cums hard. The fantasy excitement of being watched by strangers and everything you did has her sweating and breathless.

A car pulls up. It looks like tourists. You kiss her, as you help her get her jeans on again.

She grabs her sketch book and art box. “Let’s try a different spot.”

You glance to the couple who are taking photos of the valley. “Yes. There are a couple more overlooks on the byway.”

She kisses you once you are both in the car. “Maybe I’ll do something for you at the next stop.”

“Maybe.” You respond and drive off, as she rests her hand on your thigh, teasing your hard dick through your jeans.

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Paris Reunion Hookup

 

Walking briskly down the streets of Paris, you can’t wait to see her. You’re in the city for business, but you arrived a day early just to be with her. She texted to meet at the café you both used to enjoy when you worked together.

“I’m almost there.” You text as you are a couple of blocks away. Since you left Europe and were promoted higher in the company, you followed her online “Travelogue Photos of the Mediterranean”, and on social media. Her photos are great, and she is so beautiful in her selfies, like the model she wanted to be when she worked with you.

The smells of the city remind you of those days. She was a new model trying to make a name for herself, and you worked for the Fashion House in Paris. She was another tall, thin, and pale face, trying to stand out. You noticed that she was smart and attentive, so you hired her to be your assistant. She learned about the photo and design parts of the industry. Eventually she wanted to ‘strike out on her own’. The physical relationship between you waxed and waned, but she agreed that she is happy to be your ‘friend with benefits’, and to look her up anytime you are back on the Continent. 

You see her. Across the street. She is standing there, looking at her phone, wearing a white tube dress. It clings to her body and accents her lovely shape.

“You look as beautiful as ever.” you say as you get closer and hug her. “I have missed you so much. I love your photos of the Med.” You lean in closer and whisper in her ear. “I so badly want you. I miss being with you.”

Your arms go around her. Your hands caressing her, moving the fabric of her dress across her smooth skin. The scents of fresh coffee and freshly baked pastries and breads, mix with her perfume. “Should we sit outside and order something?” You ask relaxing your hold on her.

Her fingers trace the collar of your shirt, and move down so she feels your heartbeat quicken. “Let’s skip the coffee”, She whispers, her breath hot on your ear. “I want to taste something sweeter.” She says in a playful tone.

You smile at her suggestion. You hold her hand and kiss her. “Shall we go back to my hotel?” You quietly respond.

She leads you down a narrow alley, the cobblestones echo beneath your feet. The scent of coffee fades, replaced by the electric charge between you. Her heart pounds as she presses you against the wall, her lips brushing your neck. “Who needs a hotel,” she murmurs, “when we have this perfect little hideaway?”

You feel the rough, cool bricks through your clothing. her lips feel warm on you neck. You caress her body through the thin fabric of her dress. One hand rubs her ass cheek as the other one caresses her breast. Your nipples are so firm and visible though the thin, white fabric.

You slide your hand up under the hem of her dress, continuing to caress her firm, toned ass cheek. As she presses against you, your cock hardens in your pants.

You release her breast, and grab a handful of hair at the back of her head. Pulling her head back, you kiss her mouth, then her neck. You continue kissing your way down to the collar of her dress. your hand on her ass rubs firmly, searching for her panties, to move them out of the way.

“Are you wearing a thong, or are you bare?” You whisper in her ear. Top of Form

She reaches under your shirt to rub your chest. “High cut” she breathlessly answers as your fingers find the lacy edge of her panties. Her fingers are cool against your warm chest. You feel her fingertips in your chest hair and hard nipples

You pull her head back a bit more and kiss her neck harder. She presses against you as you feel her crotch against yours. Your hard cock rubs against her firm thigh.

“I so badly want to lick your sweet pussy” You whisper. Your hand on her ass moves down and caresses the fabric covering her damp crotch, as you continue kissing down her chest.

Pulling down the elastic material of her collar, you free her left breast. She shivers as she feels your warm breath across her nipple.

You slowly lick around it, then suck it firmly. Your fingertips rub the damp fabric of her panties across her pussy lips. Softly you rub as you suck her nipple harder.

“Oh, fuck…” she moans. She moves her hands to your back and you feel her nails scratch you in pleasure. The soft texture of your beard excites her, and she pulls your face closer. Her nails continue to scratch down your back. Your fingers rub her pussy harder, teasing her more. She is so wet.

You stop sucking her nipple, and get on your knees. You barely feel the hard cold cobblestones, because all you see and feel is her. You raise the front of her skirt and she shutters as she feels your warm breath between her thighs.

Her white lacy panties are so damp as you slide the crotch to the side and lick her tasty lips. Using just the tip of your tongue you go up and down, then around and between.

Your hands grab her firm ass cheeks and you pull her harder against your face. Your beard rubs against her skin as your tongue goes deep into her ready slit. Your tongue goes in and out, going deeper as your hands grip her ass harder.

You taste her excitement as she braces herself, leaning forward on the alley wall, and reaches her other hand down, grabbing a handful of your hair.

She humps your face in pleasure.

“Oh God, yes…” She pulls your hair harder, grinding against your face as her body trembles.

You taste her pleasure. You want her to cum so badly. Moving your mouth to her clit, you suck it firmly. You release her ass with one hand and slide two fingers into her wet open cunt.

You suck her clit harder, and hum so she feels your mouth vibrate. Your fingers go in and out, twisting and thrusting.

“Oh fuck, baby” she gasps. Her body tenses up, ready to explode all over your face. You feel her cunt pulse and tighten around your fingers. She pulls your hair in pleasure and bites her lower lip to keep from moaning in pleasure.

You lick her juices, then stand up, and kiss her. Your beard and mustache are wet from her. She kisses you passionately rubbing your wet beard against her face. She whispers “Fill me. Fuck me. I want you now.”

“Yes” You whisper in her ear.

You move behind her, raising her skirt over her lovely firm ass. The you free your hard cock from your pants. She braces herself against the alley wall, placing her face on her folded arms. You rub the tip of your hard member along her pussy lips.

You tease her. Rubbing the tip and then the shaft along her wet, ready lips.

Putting your mouth against her ear, you whisper. “Beg me to fuck you. Tell me how badly you want me to fuck you in this dirty alley, where anyone can watch.”

You want to tease her and prolong the pleasure, but you also want her so badly. Before she can answer, you slide the tip into her. Working your tip, in and out, then you thrust harder so you feel her around your hard shaft. You grab her hips and thrust all the way in. “I wanted you to talk dirty, but you are so sexy, I just can’t wait.”

Pulling her hips hard into you, you feel her wet warmth around you. You pull her as you thrust at the same time, harder and deeper. Breathing harder, your cock feels so hard and slick inside of her. You won’t last long.

“Where do you want my cum?” you ask in a hoarse whisper.

“Oh god, fuck me harder… I want your cum…. deep inside me…. filling me up completely.” She moans. “Make me feel… every inch of you….. as you explode.”

You pull her hard against you as your cock throbs inside of her. Your hot spume fills her sweet pussy.

You keep inside of her until you feel she has it all. Slowly you slide out, pull her skirt down, covering her ass and caress it.

She turns kisses you again passionately. As you kiss, you put your dick back into your pants. You feel her straighten her dress and adjust her panties.

“I have missed you so much.” You say in a low tone.

She smiles at you. “Welcome to Paris. I’m glad you’re back.”

“Shall we get something to eat now? Or go to my hotel room. I could pleasure you in more ways in private.” You say with a wicked grin.

“Oh, you have no idea how much I enjoyed that.” She responds, “Food can wait… let’s get to your hotel. I want to feel your hands all over me again, but this time, slower, more intense…exploring every inch before you make me scream your name loud enough for all of Paris to hear.”

You take her hand and lead the way to your hotel.

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At the Movie Theater

 

You and I are going out to the movies. It has been a stressful week and we hadn’t been to a movie theater in a long while. Normally we stream movies on the couch and, more often than not, have sex during or after the movie.
But there’s a new movie that we agree we want to see on the big screen, in the theater.
We arrive and pick up our tickets. I already ordered and selected the seats, online. They are near the middle of the theater so the screen is straight in front of us. Also, it looks like only a few people are here, and no one else in our row.
We get our snacks and drinks, and sit down. The theater has the nice reclining seats, and we pass the popcorn bowl between us.
The lights go down and the screen is bright as we watch the trailers.

I reach my hand and rest it on your thigh, like I do at home. Even though you are wearing jeans, my warm hand feels good on your thigh. I slowly caress you, just like I do at home. You place the popcorn on your lap and it feels warm on your crotch.

As the movie goes on, there are a few scenes where the main characters are making out. During one scene, I lean over and whisper. “It’s a good thing that we are in public or I would be licking your pussy.”

The scene on the screen has the male lead’s head below the screen and it’s suggested that he’s licking her pussy.

Between my hand on your thigh, the warm popcorn your lap, and the simulated oral sex on the screen, you are getting a bit turned on.

You move the popcorn to my lap and then unbutton your jeans. Leaning over, you whisper in my ear. “Give me your hand.” With the popcorn in my lap, I eat popcorn with one hand and give you the other.

You aren’t even watching the screen at this point. You use my fingers to rub the crotch of your panties. Slowly using my index finger, you rub up and down the soft fabric of your panties.

Now that I know what you are doing, I take control of my hand. My middle finger slowly goes up and down the soft and slightly damp fabric. Slowly caressing your pussy lips.

You sip your soda. It feels cool and bubbly in your mouth as my fingers slowly circle your clit. “Mmmmm” you say with your soda still at your mouth.

Luckily the movie has some action scenes where the cars are racing along the street. The noise from the speakers is so loud.

I work my fingers in your wet pussy. You feel them moving around and in you. The palm of my hand rubs your clit. I keep tempo with the action of the car chase on screen.

Setting the soda in the cup holder, you put your hand to your mouth. You bite your knuckle to keep from making noise. The pleasure feels so good.

Grabbing my wrist with your other hand, you squeeze tightly as you cum. It feels so good. The pleasure going through you as the noise of the cars on screen echoes in your ears.

I pull my fingers from you. You are still holding my wrist, so you bring my fingers to my mouth. You can smell your excitement and pleasure on my fingers.

I slowly lick your juices from my fingers.

You let go and do your best to rebutton your jeans without folks noticing.

Then I hand you the popcorn which you place on your lap. You feel the warmth thought the wet crotch of your jeans. You lean over and whisper in my ear. “Thanks, now I can enjoy the rest of the movie.” You kiss my cheek.

You are thankful that the row is empty.

After the movie ends. You wait until the end of the credits, waiting for the other people in theater to leave. As we stand up, a man who was sitting behind us comments.

“Yep, that was a good movie. I really enjoyed the car chase. I think you both enjoyed that scene too.” He winks and nods and leaves. We smile at each other, kiss, and leave holding hands.

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Cyber Connection - Chapter 6: Restaurant Fantasy

 

Your morning goes okay. There are a few irate customers, but you do your best to smile and be cheerful to them. But it doesn’t help that you keep one eye on the clock. You so badly want to take your meal break and talk with Jen.

Just when you expect the breakfast shift to end, you see a large tour bus pull up in the parking lot and everyone getting off and heading for the restaurant. It’s not something that is too common, but it happens when tour groups of retirees or field trips of students are in town. You sigh and you feel your body sag as you see the elderly people approach the counter. You put on a fake smile and greet each one. You patiently listen as they ask questions about the breakfast sandwiches, the “big boy breakfast” platter, and of course “What time do you start serving lunch?”

Luckily the other cashier, Maria, helps out and it keeps the line moving a bit faster than if you had been by yourself. Both of you give fake smiles at each other when you hear the same question for the third time. You give Maria a knowing look as she calmly explains again, “No sir, Lunch doesn’t start until 10:30, and it is currently 10:06. Would you like something from our Breakfast menu?”

Once the last of the customers has their order, you give Maria a friendly squeeze on her shoulder. “Thanks for coming up. I know you normally do Drive Thru, but I appreciate the help.” She smiles. “You’re welcome. The morning commuters are all gone. When I saw the bus, I knew you needed a hand.”

“I’m going to take my meal break. Can I bring you back a coffee or something?” You ask as you grab your windbreaker, and nod to your manager as he comes up.

“Can you bring me back one of those large ‘Pumpkin Spice Lattes’?” She answers with a smile.

“Will do. Be back in a bit.”

Your phone dings, “Where are you? I’m at the Café” Jen texts.

“On my way. Old folks tour bus.” You respond.

Using the app, you place an order for a spiced coffee, and donut. Then you add another one for Maria’s Pumpkin Spice Latte but just keep it in the cart until you and Jen are done.

Grabbing your order, you sit down with Jen whose drink is half done, along with most of her cinnamon roll. “So, what sexy thing do you want to show me today?” she asks as she leans forward.  

You scroll to the beginning of last nights texting session, and hand it over to her.

After a moment she says, “Wait, What? You massaged his feet by sexting?”

You lean in and have her lower her voice, “Yeah, sort of. I got some foot lotion from that gift basket my aunt sent me, so I could describe the smell and feel of the lotion.”

She gives you a confused look. “Then I described how it would feel as I rubbed his feet.”

Jen sipped her drink. “And this worked?”

You nod “Keep reading.”

She comes to the part where she reads ‘I want to lick your pussy.’ “Whoa, so you turned him on by sexting about rubbing his feet?”

You give her a knowing smile “Apparently so.” You lean in even closer and quietly say “And the best part was I pulled off my pants and played with myself as he described licking me.”

Jen looks back down and continues reading until the end. At one point she shifts in her seat and adjusts her sport coat to more fully cover her chest.

“Are you getting excited, Miss Jen?” you playfully ask.

She hands your phone back. “The next time Roger goes on a business trip, I know what we’ll try.”

She takes a deep drink from her cup and waits for a moment. “Are you going to wait until later in the week and try something different with your NiceGuy?”

You lean back in your chair for moment, enjoying that you got Jen all hot and bothered.  “Yes. I’ll chat with Bobby a little during the week, but if I have either day of the weekend off, I’ll see if we can do a full sexting session.”

She nods and finishes her drink and roll. “I need to get back to the office. I’ll have to see if Roger and I can do something to turn you on at an inappropriate time.”

You smile at her as you place the order for Maria’s drink. “You do all the time. I just do a better job hiding it.”  You hug and she leaves.

Maria is back at the drive thru, so you hand her the cup. She places the other hand over the microphone “What do I owe you?”

You smile, “It’s on me. Why don’t you just get me something next time you go.” She nods and finishes taking an order.

The rest of your shift is relatively uneventful. Before you go, you ask the manager, “What is the chance that I can get the weekend off again?”

“I’ll do the schedule later on, but some of the newer kids really need more Saturday time. I’ll see what happens. Do you have a preference if I need you to work part of the weekend?”

 “Saturday. I don’t mind working Sunday if I have Saturday off.” You quickly respond, knowing that Bobby goes to church on Sundays.

Your manager writes a note on the corner of his clipboard. “Thanks. See you tomorrow.”

At home, you do your normal routine; changing out of work clothes, making a quick dinner, checking through mail & emails, and then chatting with folks. A couple of random guys send you DMs, but they look fake so you block them, and wait for ‘NiceGuy63111’.

“How was your day?” Pops up on your screen.

You smile as you reply “It was good.” You tell him about your morning with the tour bus full of senior citizens.

“LOL. Of course. Was Jen angry that you were late?”  He types.

“No. She understands that those things happen when you work fast food. How was your day?”

He describes his day and tells you that things are busy but okay. Not as stressful as yesterday.

“Speaking of yesterday, I had an idea. I might have Saturday off, so would you be interested in doing a special sexting session Friday night?”

His cursor blinks on the screen for a few minutes and then you read “Ok. Do you have something in mind?”  

“You enjoyed the Fair, and my foot massage. I was thinking of creating a fantasy for you of us going out. A dinner or maybe a movie?” You think back to the fantasy of the two of you on the couch watching a video.

“Ok. If you create the fantasy of a restaurant date, I’ll come up with a good sexting session. Would you like it to be in my bedroom, yours, or maybe the car in the restaurant parking lot?”  He offers.

“I hadn’t thought about in the car. Maybe flirting in the restaurant, some teasing in the car, and then back to my place?” Already you have images filling your mind.

“Ok, your place, so that way, when you are tired of me you can kick me out and send me home.” He types followed by a winking emoji.

“LoL. Of course. I’m a ‘use ‘em and kick ‘em out’ kinda girl.” You respond with a laughing emoji.

You both agree to just do ‘quick friendly updates’ the rest of the week. The only time either of you will mention the plan for Friday is if you need details for the story.

“Rest well my lovely lady. I will log off and have a late supper. I hadn’t eaten yet and the idea of a restaurant meal with you has me hungry.”  

“TTYL” you type with a kissing emoji.

The rest of the week goes as usual. Work is typical. Some customers are friendly, some are irritated, and some just can make up their minds. You handle each of them as if they are special and important, which makes even the irritated ones, soften and smile.

For your meal breaks, you still meet up with Jen. She enjoys getting out of the office and she helps by giving you ideas for the restaurant fantasy.

Chatting with Bobby, you ask “Would you prefer a fancy restaurant, or just a nice restaurant?”

“A nice restaurant. Somewhere you can wear a dress that is comfortable, but you aren’t worried if you spill something on it. That way I can wear a shirt without a tie or coat.”

“Okay. Is there a type of food that you would like?” You respond.

“Maybe somewhere with seafood, or a steak house. But we could also do Chinese, Italian, or something else ethnic.”

“Near me there is a nice restaurant that has burgers, steaks, and a ‘catch of the day’. No shrimp or crabs, but fish, and I think fried oysters or clams.” Thinking of ‘Chez Earnie’ which was going to be a French restaurant before the owner changed chefs and made it a family restaurant but kept the name.

“That sounds nice. I’ll look forward to reading your description.” He types.

 After logging off, you work on the fantasy. Bobby picking you up at your apartment, and going to ‘Chez Earnie’. You go online and look at their menu. You type of couple of options for the story. Each night you work on it, adding details and ideas. Describing your dress, a mid-length summer dress with a floral pattern that you have in your closet. You are tempted to put it on and take a couple of selfies. “No. I want his imagination to fill in the gaps. That’s what he told me.”

You type up your description of the restaurant, your outfit, sitting close to him, and teasing him as you eat.

All week you write, read, edit, and reread it until you were happy with it. During your chats with Bobby, you don’t really let in on how it is going.

On Friday, during your meal break, you talk to Jen about “after dinner sex”. You describe the plan of going back to your place, but could you do something before that?

She smiles as she leans back in her chair for a moment, then moves nice and close. In an almost conspiratorial tone she asks “Have you ever given a ‘handy’ in public?” You feel your face get warm as you feel embarrassed by the question. “No. Have you?” But then you feel stupid asking. Of course she has. She did it on the Ferris wheel. “I mean, have you done that in a restaurant?” you correct yourself.

She leans closer “Roger fingered me in one once, and I did him in a movie theater.”

“Did anyone say anything?” You ask.

“No but we got a few strange looks both times.” She says and straightens up.

You think about it. It is all a fantasy, and you won’t be in a real restaurant. “Ok. I’ll think about it. You’ve given me a couple more ideas.”

That evening, you just eat a salad. You want to focus on the fantasy. In preparation you, set up your toy and lube next to your bed. Your phone is charged up, so even though you will start by using the computer, you can switch to your phone and more easily enjoy yourself, when it’s time.

Soon you read “How was your day?”
You feel butterflies of anticipation in your stomach as you type “It was okay. It’s Friday, are you ready for a sexting fantasy?”

There is a small delay before he responds. “It is Friday. Would you like to ‘go out for dinner’?”

You have your story open in another window. “Yes. I’m wearing a light summer dress. It goes down to my knees. It’s cotton and in a pretty floral pattern. I’m waiting outside of my apartment building for you to pick me up.”

“Because the weather is nice, you see me pull up in a Jeep with the top down.”  

You are a little surprised by this. “You have a Jeep?” you respond.

“Tonight I do. It’s dark green with gold and black trim. I pull up, get out and open the passenger door for you.”

“I walk up, and give you a kiss. What are you wearing?”

“A light blue button up short sleeve shirt, with dark blue slacks. After your kiss, I hold your hand as you step into the Jeep, then close the door.”

“I give you directions to ‘Chez Earnie’, which is a family restaurant. You mentioned fish, steaks, and seafood. They have a little bit of everything.”

“As I drive, I rest my hand on your knee.”

You smile at that, “I adjust the hem of my dress, your hand rests on my bare leg. I’m not wearing stockings or pantyhose.”

“I slowly move my hand up, but then pull my hand away, to better focus on driving.”

“With both your hands on the wheel, I rest my hand on your thigh, slowly moving it closer to your crotch. Teasing you as you drive.” You are glad you aren’t doing this in real life. You would hate to get in a traffic accident.

“I adjust myself in my seat at the traffic light. But don’t remove your hand. ‘How much farther to the restaurant’?”

You think about it. Realistically you would be there by now, so you type “Make that right turn and you’ll see the parking lot and the sign. The building is a small brick and stone building with a patio area for use during good weather.”

“I’ve never been here before. Should we eat out on the patio?”

You look over at your story. You wrote it thinking about the main dining room, but the idea of sitting outside in nice weather sounds so tempting. You shake your head. “Let’s eat inside. The weather is nice but I don’t to worry about bugs.”

“Very well my lovely lady. Whatever you want. I take your hand and escort you into the restaurant.” He types.

You copy and paste parts of your story. Describing the inside of the restaurant. The polite waiter, who waits patiently as you debate over your order. You describe how the tablecloth goes more than halfway to the floor, helping to hide the fact you raised your dress as you sat down. Slowly you rub your bare leg against his pant leg.

“As I take a sip of my water, I place my other hand on your thigh. This time, I’m not driving so I slowly move my hand up along your smooth thigh.”

That wasn’t of your original story, but it is definitely where you want the fantasy to go. You describe the feeling of his hand on your thigh as he moves closer to your crotch. The fabric of your panties is damp, (both in the story and in reality). You write that the waiter brings your food, but you want Bobby to keep his hand where it is. He responds by describing how he moves his fingertips along the wet fabric.

“That feels so good. I cut a piece of my steak, dip it in steak sauce and feed you. You taste the seasonings of their homemade sauce.” You can imagine him teasing you as you feed him. He keeps his hand busy with you as you alternate a forkful of fish with another cube of steak.

“I lean to you and kiss you, so you can taste the steak sauce on my mouth.”

“I kiss you deeper, tasting the sauce and you. I so badly want to finish the meal and go back to my apartment.”

“Waiter, can you give us a ‘doggie bag’ for everything? I think we are done here for the night.”

You quickly type the waiter’s responses and reactions. Bringing a couple of small boxes for the left over steak and fish.

You then describe getting back to the Jeep. Bobby types “As you walk next to me, I rest a hand on your firm ass. I want the waiter and the customers to see how sexy you are.”

He then writes “We climb into the Jeep and drive back to your apartment.”

“Once we are in my apartment, I need you to take the lead for the fantasy from here.”

“I will. I definitely will.”

(This took longer than I planned. I will stop this chapter here and pick up Chapter 7 with “Sexting in the Apartment”. I’m sorry that “Dinner Fantasy took longer than I thought. I could have cut it down, but I like the idea of teasing you and having you asking for more. I’m sorry this one was late, but Chapter 7 will be on time on Friday. I’ll be seeing you.)

Road Trip - Part 3 - Turnabout

 

After the Truck Stop and your interesting time in the Ladies’ room, you said that you want to drive for a while. When we get back to the car, you open your bag and find a clean pair of panties.

Looking around to make sure no one is watching; you pull off your damp thong and change into a dry pair. “Wow. You really are in a brave mood today. First the rest stop, and now here in the parking lot. Are you trying to attract attention from the truckers?” I ask laughing.

You straighten your skirt, climb in the driver’s seat and adjust it. “I could pull my tit’s free as I’m driving, but I don’t want to cause any accidents.” You playfully respond.

The sun is getting lower in the sky as we get on the highway. As you pass the road signs, you calculate how many hours it will take to get to the hotel. You sigh at the thought of arriving and checking after it’s already dark.

“What’s a matter? Why the long sigh?” I ask. “Oh nothing, I just realized that we won’t get to the hotel until after it's dark. I wanted to check in and walk around the town. I know it’s just a little tourist trap, but…” “I know. You want to see if there are any seasonal specials. We can do that tomorrow. We have the whole weekend, if you want.” I say. “I thought we were going to….” You start. “My love. I took enough time off, that we can relax, spend a couple of extra days in the hotel, and not worry about anything else.” I reassure you.

You lean towards me and turn your head, and I kiss your lips. “I’m glad. I think we need some time just to ourselves.” You say as you lean back in the seat and relax your grip on the steering wheel.

The traffic on the highway is lighter than you expected, so you turn up the music on the radio. It is all “Oldies” and “Classic Rock”. I start singing along to some of the songs, and I rest my hand on your thigh. “What are you doing?” you ask. “I thought ‘turnabout’ was fair play.” I comment wickedly.

“Maybe later lover. There are still other cars on the highway, and you don’t want to distract me.” You respond. I remove my hand from your thigh. “Ok, then I guess I will just have to occupy myself as you drive.”

You hear me click my seat-belt, undo my pants and slide them down. My soft dick and bare ass are full exposed as I re-latch the seat-belt. “Mmmm you are right. The warm seats feel good on a bare ass.” “Are you really going to do that while I drive?” you ask. I turn the radio down and start stroking myself. “What? I am just doing a little something to occupy my time.”

You keep focused on the road, but from time to time you glance down and see my hard cock. I cup my balls with one hand and slowly stroke it with the other. “Can I try, something?” you ask. “Of course, Love.” I say removing my hands as my cock stands fully from my lap.

You shift lanes so you are in the passing lane, and then reach one hand and grip me firmly. As you accelerate to pass a large commercial truck, you move my cock as if you were shifting gears. Forward, back, and to each side. “Mmmm That’s different.” I comment.

“Just wait. I think I remember the pattern. First gear.” And you move it hard to the left. “Second gear” you pull it back. You accelerate a bit more, “Third gear.” As you pass the truck, you pull my cock back hard. “Fourth Gear…….And now Overdrive.” You hit the accelerator harder and jerk my cock all the way to the right and up.

We hear the trucker blow his horn. From the rear-view mirror, you can see him smiling as you move ahead of him.

You release your grip and put both hands on the steering wheel again. “Do you think he liked that?” you ask. “I wasn’t expecting that. It is a good thing I wasn’t lubed, or I would have cum already.” I say slowly stroking it with a lighter grip. “Awww did I hurt it?” you ask in an exaggerated tone. “If you weren’t driving, I would have you kiss it and make it better. But I will take it from here.” I lick my palm and slowly rub around the tip. “Are you really going to jerk off as I drive?” “Why not, you played with your pussy and offered to suck me as I drove. Do you want me to play with your pussy as you drive?”

You look around, counting the vehicles on the road. “Not yet.” You say in a distracted tone. “Okay. You drive and I’ll just amuse myself.” And I start stroking myself with long slow strokes.

“Maybe I will pull next to the next big truck and let you give them a show.” You say joking. “Do what you want.” I respond and close my eyes, stroking a bit faster.

You notice my fingers playing with the tip, working it like a pair of lips. The motion reminds you a bit of what you did at the Truck Stop. “Are you fantasizing about having your cock sucked at the ‘glory hole’.” I am breathing a bit harder. “Yes, imagining you, on your knees, taking me through the wall.” I grip my shaft and then work around the tip, my eyes still closed.

There is another large truck ahead. You move to the passing lane but don’t accelerate too fast. “Tell me more.” You say.

You drop a hand to your lap, under your dress, and softly rub your crotch. The dry cloth feels good against you as you rub.

“You don’t know it’s me, so you talk dirty to me like I am a total stranger. You tell me that you’ll suck me, but your pussy is for your husband.” My cock is so stiff as I say this. “What if you offer to pay me to fuck my ass though the hole?” you say in a seductive tone. “If you slide your money through the hole, I will press my ass against wall and let you fuck me.”

I stroke more slowly and grip more tightly. “Yea, I can imagine it. Your dress raised up; your cheeks spread wide as you back up against strange cock.” You can imagine it too, as you rub your pussy a bit harder. “Tell me how my tight ass feels.” You say in a breathless voice.

You are slowly passing the truck and almost lined up with the driver’s cab. I grip the tip of my cock firmly and move my hand down while I have a tight grip. “Your ass is so tight. I just want to cum in it.” I say breathing harder. “Then cum. Shoot your jizz into my slutty asshole. Be the faceless stranger who’s cum drips from my ass.” You say in a firmer tone.

I pump my cock and spurt all over my hand. The trucker yells “Yea Boy! Look at that!” and blows his horn. I open my eyes and grab a napkin from the glove box to wipe myself clean.

You put both hands on the wheel again and pull ahead of him. He tries to come closer, but you accelerate and pull away. I lean over and kiss you. “Did you enjoy that as much as I did?” I ask. “You will have to wait until we get to the hotel to find out. Now pull up your pants before someone else sees you.”

You squeeze your thighs together for a second. “In the hotel room, I might have something special for you.” You say, thinking of the various role-playing games we can do. “I can’t wait.” I say as I finish fastening up and relaxing. I turn the radio back up and we enjoy the rest of the drive to the hotel.

Cyber Connection - Chapter 3: Going to the Fair

 

You wake up the next morning, and look at your phone. “What am I going to do?” you ask yourself aloud.

Last night after Bobby logged off, you chatted with Jen. She had a few ideas. Things like “Wait a couple of days to talk to him” and “let him make the first move”. She also reminded you that her offer to have you go with her and Roger to the County Fair was still open.

Once you are clean, dressed, and at work, you see that next week’s schedule is up. You don’t have to work neither Saturday nor Sunday. It’s the first time you’ve had a whole weekend off for a while. You check with the Manager to make sure you read it correctly. He lightly chuckles “Yep, we have some new hires who need some weekend time. You enjoy yours, and be ready for your shift on Monday.”

You smile, thank him, and remind him that you still have today’s shift to work. Quickly you text Jen, before you pick up your cashier drawer, “Hey, Jen. I’m free for the weekend. So Fair tomorrow?”

A smiley face emoji pops up “Yay! TTYL.”

You quickly reply “TTYL” and send a “kiss” emoji.

Your shift goes well. Not as happy as yesterday, but you still smile at customers and they all seem to smile back. No angry customers or major complaints. All in all, a good day.

Once you are home, you check both your phone and your computer. You want NiceGuy63111 to make the first move this time. You eat dinner, check your other emails and messages, and then decide to go to bed. Part of you wants to text him. To tell him you enjoy chatting with him. But then you shake your head as you stand up. “I almost sound like one of those lovesick teens in a bad drama. Just get some sleep, and enjoy tomorrow with Jen and Roger.” You say aloud as you clean up and get ready for bed.

The next morning, Jen texts “Come over to our place this morning. The Fair opens at noon.” You look at it. Maybe you should just do things around your apartment until then. Before you can start typing, you read, “Roger says if you come over, he’ll cook both of us breakfast.”

You think about it. “Roger is a great cook, and their place is closer to the fairgrounds. Maybe it’s what I need to keep Bobby out of your head for a bit.” You respond, “Give me a few minutes, then I’ll come over. Is he doing pancakes or eggs?”

“I don’t know what he has in mind. He won’t let me into the kitchen. I think there is bacon or sausage cooking already.” She finished with a smiley face with hearts emoji.

You smile and shake your head. “I’m on my way.”

After putting on jeans and a T-shirt, you drive over. Saturday morning traffic isn’t bad, so you are still in a good mood when you arrive at their place. Jen pulls you in as you ring the doorbell, giving you a hug. “I’m glad you’re here. What did you do last night?”

You hug her in return, “Nothing. I took your advice and didn’t DM him.”

She gives you an odd look. “Oh. I was hoping that you ignored my advice and had something really juicy to tell me.”

You smile brightly, “Sorry to burst your bubble, but I was a good girl last night.”

“Who was a good girl?” Roger asks as he steps from the kitchen, wearing a grilling apron over his shorts and T-shirt. He kisses you on the cheek and you do the same to him, feeling his morning stubble on your lips.

“She was. She didn’t DM ‘Mr. NiceGuy’ last night.”

“NiceGuy63111” you correct her.

“Aww. Darn, I was hoping to hear more about your sexting.” He sniffs the air, “Whoops, let me get back to the kitchen.” Then turns and gets back to cooking. You and Jen sit at their table. Roger brings out the coffee pot and a couple of mugs. “Do you want pancakes or omelettes?”

“I’ll have whatever Jen’s having.” You respond.

“One unwrapped, uncut, sausage.” He says jokingly.

Jen stands up, grabs him by the crotch and pulls him back into the kitchen. “That’s my sausage, and she never gets it. Do you understand. Make us pancakes.” She says in a mock dominatrix voice.

“Oooo now I’m curious, is his sausage that good?” You playfully ask.

You, Jen, and Roger have known each other for years. If they ever get married, you’ll probably be Jen’s maid of honor, but for now you’re always happy to see how much they love each other. Ok, maybe you’re a little jealous of their relationship too, but they are good to each other and great to be around.

The pancakes are great. Light and fluffy, with melted butter, and warm syrup. Roger also put a sausage on your plate. It must be from the local farmer’s market because you could see the tip push out though the casing. “You weren’t joking about being uncut.” You comment as you take a bite. It’s somewhat spicy but different than the ones you’ve had.

“I thought both of you ladies might enjoy them.” He says with a smile and a wink.

“You should have gotten the spicy Italian ones. Maybe I will have to go and find one at the market for myself next time.” Jen comments with a wink.

All of you spend the rest of the morning enjoying the breakfast and chatting. You help clean up afterwards.

You all load up into Roger’s convertible. The weather’s nice so he puts the top down. “Jen, have you guys ever done it in here, with the top down?”

Jen blushes for a moment. “I have a fantasy about doing that, but Roger reminds me that there really isn’t a lot of room. And as much as I fantasize about doing something in public, I’m really chicken to try.”

You think about that. “Maybe I should ask Bobby if he has ever done anything in a car, or in public?”

“He’s probably sexted about that as a fantasy with someone. I hear that ‘in public’ is a common fantasy.”

“Almost as common as Threesomes.” Roger comments playfully.

Jen places her hand on his lap. “I already told you, I’m not sharing. I’m a selfish bitch when it comes to you.” Once again using that mock Dom voice.

He bows his head for a moment. “Yes Dear.” You laugh at that. Roger is almost a full head taller than both of you, so every time you picture Roger being subservient to Jen, you laugh. Especially when you imagine Jen in a skin tight leather outfit and Roger wearing just a pair of Speedos, which barely fit him.

You mention the image in your mind to Jen, who also laughs. “Maybe you should see if Bobby is into that kind of fantasy?”

After you get out of the car, you walk behind both Roger and Jen for a moment. Both of them are in good shape, and you really can imagine them as a fetish couple. Though as Jen has admitted that she is too much of a chicken to try any of that. Heck, you’ve never tried that either. Only read about it and seen it in pop culture.

As you walk through the gate, you smell various fried foods, popcorn, and cotton candy. The rides have already started and you hear sounds of people screaming in joy and excitement. There are bells, noises, and lights. Everything you expect at the fair.

“Before we ride the rides, lets go down to the Livestock judging.” Jen says.

“Sure” you respond. You have all day, so you follow them to the Livestock Pavilion. The smell of animals is so much stronger than you expected. It pushes away the other scents of the fair. The three of you look at the sheep, goats, and cows. There are horses in another group of stalls. The horses don’t stink as bad as the other animals. 

Roger points to the ‘Poultry Barn’. “Let’s see what’s in there.” Inside you there are chickens, geese, ducks, and turkeys. Some have ribbons attached to their cages. You really don’t know anything about judging or livestock, but the ribbons are pretty.

In another building, there are jams, quilts, carvings, and other handmade goods that were judged. You wish you could have had free samples of the jams, but tasting was done yesterday.

Soon you all head to the rides. Bumper cars, tilt-a-whirl, merry go round, and the Ferris wheel. You notice that the Ferris wheel is a small one, only large enough for two people per car. You whisper in Jen’s ear “I dare you and Roger to play with each other while riding it.”

She looks at it, and then you. The lower part of it swings up and covers you from the waist down. She whispers something to Roger. He nods and smiles. “If we do it, what are you going to do?” She asks.

“I’ll cook you dinner at your place and clean up afterwards.” You say.

“It’s a deal.” Roger responds.

They board the wheel and you move away from the line so you can watch them. The wheel is slow to load. One car at a time until all dozen are filled. You notice that both of them have their hands below the safety shield. You really can’t see what they are doing, but Jen’s face is turning red. She makes faces you’ve never seen her make before. The noises of the fair are covering whatever noises she is making. Roger is also making some strange faces. Soon the ride is over. When it is time for them to step out of their car, Jen adjusts her shorts, as does Roger. Roger has a stain on his right leg.

You rush up to them. “How was that?” You ask in amazement.

Jen is a little wobbly as she walks. “I’ll tell you when we get out of here. Roger needs to change his shorts.” He walks behind both of you, to hide the stain.

“Ok, fair is fair. Let’s go and I’ll make dinner.” You say, giving Jen a sideways hug.

Jen can’t believe that she jerked off Roger as he fingered her, in public.

You smile at her quick vague descriptions. “Isn’t it what you always fantasize about. Doing something in public?” you ask.

“What are you making us for dinner?” Roger asks as he drives home.

Jen smiles. “She doesn’t have to cook. I have something better in mind once we get home.” She then turns to you. “You better go back to your place. Roger and I will be busy all night.”

You smile at that. “If you’re sure?”

“Why don’t you see if your ‘NiceGuy’ has any public sex fantasies?” She responds with a wink.

You head back to your apartment. You log on to your computer, but stop before sending him a message. “Maybe I should offer to create an erotic fantasy for him?” You say aloud. You the pull up a document and write a “Ferris wheel sex fantasy”, then you save it and make a quick dinner. “I should have gotten something at the fair, but Roger’s pancakes really were good.” You eat, clean up, and go to bed. Tomorrow will be another day.

(I hope you enjoyed Chapter 3 and return next week for Chapter 4. I might keep this story going depending on what “you” do with “NiceGuy63111” next time. If you enjoyed this, Like and Leave a Comment. If you enjoy my stories, follow and subscribe. See you next time.)

Cleaning the Office at Night

 

You work for a small cleaning company that is responsible for an office building.

It’s the end of the day and you are alone, going from empty office to empty office, ensuring they are clean.

As you push your cart around, emptying waste baskets, and wiping down desks, you notice an office with the lights on and the door partially opened.

Looking in, you see a young guy, leaning back in his chair and watching porn. On the computer screen, you see an older woman with her skirt hiked up, sitting on a desk and a younger man licking her pussy. She is moaning.

It looks so exciting and you wish it was you.

The man in the chair pulls his dick out of his pants and starts stroking it. It is a nice-looking cock. But you know he shouldn’t be here, so you fully open the door.

“What are you doing?” you ask in a loud voice. He is startled and embarrassed.

“Ummm… I…aah, was just finishing up the monthly reports.” He says as he minimizes what was on his screen, but you still hear the moaning and grunting coming from the speakers.

“Sir, no one is supposed to be in the building. Do I need to call security and tell them what I found?” you ask in a professional and stern tone.

You hear “Yesss! Yess! Fuck Me harder!” from the speaker. He clicks the speaker icon and mutes it.

“Please don’t tell anyone. I really was working on the reports, and then I got bored. If they find out what I was doing…”

“It could cost you your job.” You respond.

Looking down you see that his prick is still hard. He’s cute and you’re now horny too.

“I won’t say anything, but under two conditions. One, show me what you were watching,” as you close the office door, “And Two, I want you to lick my pussy.”

He swallows nervously. “Are you sure?”

You smile broadly and nod, walking around the desk.

Restoring the video to full screen you see the video of a man fucking a woman on a desk. The title at the bottom reads “Female boss fucking male secretary”.

You watch for a moment as she lays him on the desk and rides him hard.

It looks so good and you feel excitement growing in you.

You slide the papers to the side of the desk, pull down your slacks and panties, then sit on the top of the desk. It is smooth and cool on your ass.

“You did the first part, and now I need you to do the second.” You say spreading your legs wide. He gets on his knees, his cock still out, and you feel his hands on your thighs as he brings his mouth closer to you. The tip of his tongue slowly licks up and down your pussy lips. You grab his head and pull his mouth on to you.

“You enjoy watching an older woman and a younger guy? Show me how much you want it.” You say in a commanding tone.

“Yes, Ma’am” he says as he licks you faster. You feel his fingers grip you harder as his tongue goes deeper.

His face is so smooth as it rubs between your thighs. You feel his tongue going up and down between your wet pussy lips, then his fingertips on the hood of your clit as he pushes back and then licks it.

The slick warm feeling of his tongue on your clit is so good.

You grab a handful of his short thick hair, and pull his mouth closer still.

“Suck my clit.” You command him.

His mouth is warm and wet as it covers your clit, and you feel a gentle suction at first. It gets stronger as he sucks you harder.

“Yes, put your finger in my cunt as you suck my clit, little boy.” You tell him. You feel his finger slowly going in, moving inside of you, and then out. He does it again as he licks your clit.

You spread your legs wider to give him more room as he works two fingers in more confidently and sucks your clit again. On the lower part of your legs, you feel the waistband of your panties stretching, so you bring your legs back in a little closer.

It feels so good, you tighten your thighs around him in pleasure and hump his mouth. You are breathing harder, as you feel the wave of pleasure move though you and orgasm around his fingers and mouth, holding his head tightly against you.

You slowly release him, and see his still hard cock as he stands up.

You get up. “Lie on your back, on the floor.” You tell him. His cock looks so fresh and ready, you want to ride him, like the woman in the video. With him flat on his back, you fully remove your slacks and panties, before you straddle him and slowly lower yourself on to him, you rub yourself with his tip and shaft.

Moving back and forth, spreading your wetness along his hard dick. You slowly feed him into your wet and open pussy. He feels so much thicker than his fingers, as you work yourself up and down until you take him all the way in.

Then you lean forward and pinning his hands down.

“I am going to ride you until I cum again. If you cum too soon, then you will have to lick me clean. Do you understand?” You say, looking directly into his eyes.

You are enjoying the power of control you feel over him.

Slowly rocking back and forth, he feels so good inside of you. As you go forward you grind your clit against him and you enjoy the pressure.

Your top and bra are still on. You let go of his wrists, sit up and open your top. Then you grab his hands again and rub your nipples against his shirt as you continue rhythmically riding him.

You do this harder and faster. You’re breathing harder too.

You are enjoying this so much, and are going to cum again.

Your pussy pulses around his cock and you feel him throbbing inside of you.

As you stand up, cum drips from you.

Shaking your head, you move up and straddle his face.

“I warned you that you would have to lick me clean if you came in me.” You scold him.

With enthusiasm, he licks your pussy clean. “I am all done, Ma’am. You are all clean.” He says in a low but proud voice.

Getting up, you reach down and feel that you are damp but not sticky. “You did a good job.”

After you get dressed, you wipe down the desk and make sure the wastebasket is empty.

“I won’t report you. But if you need to work late again, please inform the cleaning staff.” You say as you hand him one of the cards you have on your cart.

“I will Ma’am. And thank you for the great job you do. I will make sure I clean off my desk when I am done with my reports.” He responds as he gathers his papers, turns off the porn, pulls up a document on the screen, and sits back down in his chair.

You make sure your outfit is straight and finish up the building for the night, wondering if you will have that man pleasure you again in the future.

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