I had been thinking about your challenge of getting a little more risque to enhance our sex all day that Thursday when I drove up from Port Elizabeth to visit you at your office. An accident just outside of Grahamstown slowed the traffic to a standstill. That was all traffic except the taxis, which seemed to believe that the road also encompassed the nearby farms and that the small spaces between the cars were suitable for a Grand Prix.
It was hot, and tempers even hotter, but eventually the accident scene was passed. A beer truck had jack-knifed and spilled a few thousand litres of Castle lager onto the pavement, along with masses of broken glass. I was worried if I would ever get to East London before quitting time, so I pushed the red Ferrari hard, and pulled into East London at around 3:00 in the afternoon, sweaty, but still aroused from imagining seducing you in your workplace.
I loved that last text message from you.
“I think I would like you to come here and fuck me,” you said. “I miss your cock in me.”
“I will bring my cock over as soon as possible,” I had replied. “Keep it warm for me.”
Remembering how scents arouse you, I hoped that the smell of my arousal was not lost by the delay on the road.
When I arrived, you were in your office, bent over some map printouts on a table. Later you told me that you have been dreaming about making love all day. I walked quietly into the office, came up behind you.
“Hi,” I said softly.
You turned around, and I could see by the liquid glow in your chocolate brown eyes that you had been thinking about sex, and fantasizing about the risky and exciting prospect of getting fucked in the office. I had planted the seed when I phoned you at lunchtime, after our little text exchange, but I didn’t tell you I would be there to help you live the fantasy today still.
I walked up to you, and as you turned around I took you in my arms, and kissed you gently on the lips. I brushed my lips gently against your neck, and nibbled your left ear lobe. I remember that little bite on your chin that had you melting into my arms.
“What are you working on?” I asked.
“It’s a map of rural electrification projects that we have completed, and those that we still have to do,” you replied. “I need to plan the next bit of work to optimise resources.”
“Well, I have some urban electricity that I would like you to feel,” I said.
“Are you an engineer too now,” you asked as you looked at me, smiled liquidly, and went to close your door.
“No,” I said. “I am just want to be inside and engineer. One in particular.”
You chuckled at that.
We embraced again, leaning against the door. I placed my right hand on the small of your back and drew you close. Your pelvis met mine, and you felt my incipient erection against you.
“Mm, I love feeling you close,” I mumbled.
It excited us both to be so close. We had a passionate kiss, and I explored the roof of your mouth gently with my tongue. I sucked on your bottom lip, and kissed your neck. You let out a soft moan because this was what you have been fantasizing about since my call earlier.
“Thank goodness most of the technicians are out in the field today,” you said in a husky voice.
“We have the office to ourselves?” I asked.
“Yea, Tabisa has taken a couple of days off to visit family,” you said. “So you are stuck with just me today.”
“Then let me continue what I was doing to my beautiful engineer,” I said.
“Let me lock the door,” you said, and went to the door to lock it.
When you came back I picked up where I had left off.
My lips moved down your chest, and I unbuttoned the top two buttons of your dress. I kissed your breasts all along the top of your lacy bra, and gently pulled one cup down to kiss your sensitive nipple. I took the nipple into my mouth, and bit gently but firmly on it with my lips covering my teeth. While kissing your nipple all around its base, and the larger area around it, I undid the rest of your dress, and reached around to unhook your bra.
I slipped the sleeves of your dress over your arms, and buried my face between your breasts, kissing down, underneath the left one, up the side, across the top, down between again, and up the right one. Then I transferred my attention to the other breast, and nibbled on your nipple.
“That feels so good,” you murmured.
“You taste so wonderful,” I said. “I've been dreaming about my lips on your nipples all the way up from PE, and my cock has been dripping precum since before Grahamstown.”
“You making me ache with that kind of talk,” comes your reply as you kiss me with a passion borne of desire and arousal.
Breaking off the kiss, you let me in on your little secret.
“I have been wet since our text messages, and especially since you phoned,” you said.
“I can hardly wait to inhale your mature scent,” I replied.
I undid the bottom buttons of your dress, and let the dress fall to the floor. I moved my lips slowly, kissing, sucking and licking down from your breasts, all around your belly button, to the top of your panties. Kneeling down on the floor, I reached up and caressed your hips with both hands, while I kissed around your mons through the material of your panties.
I lifted you up and carried you to the table, and sat you down on its edge, pushing away your precious maps with great mock protest.
“Thank goodness you are light for an engineer,” I said.
My pubic region pressed against yours as I took your face between both hands, and kissed you softly on the lips, nibbling each of your lips gently between exploring your mouth with my tongue. Nibbling your chin, I moved my oral attention down across your breasts, stopping briefly to sample each nipple before continuing my soft kisses down over your belly to the edge of your panties.
I knelt down, and continued kissing around your mons through the material of your panties. Looking down I could see a growing wet spot in your crotch. I put one hand on the wet spot, and my own moisture grew rapidly at the silky touch and the sound of your soft moan. I rubbed the moist panties ever so softly up over the hood of your clitoris, and slowly down again.
“Fuck, my love, you still drive me wild, you know that,” I said in a languid voice.
“Hell, the sight of your name makes me wet,” you retorted.
I reached behind you, gently removed your panties, and went down to taste your beautiful, aroused, wet womanhood. My tongue caressed your pussy lips, and I drew first one, then the other into my mouth. My tongue penetrated between them, and I sucked each lip in turn into my mouth, enjoying its stimulating taste and texture. I continue this for a couple of minutes, taking care to stay away from your clitoris, just teasing you to enhance your pleasure.