I have Sabrina half naked, her skirt and panties removed, abandon somewhere in the living room, when the phone rings. It's her husband.
"Hi," she says leaning into the phone, her silk blouse looking as immaculate as it did when she arrived at the office this morning.
"Just stopped by to grab a bite to eat," she says. I'm standing in the hallway within earshot of the master bedroom, impatiently waiting naked and with a hard on.
"You're kidding me," she says. "Again?"
She's beside the bed, over the nightstand, her ass looking like a pair of tulips pressed together on long lean stems.
"Do they realize she's a dog for chrissakes," she says.
She goes from standing to sitting on the bed, switching the phone from one hand to the other. This is the bed she insists we not fuck on. We normally stay away from the bedroom. We fuck on the couch. In the office. On the rug. In the bathroom over the sink her husband uses to brush his teeth.
My pants are around my ankles and I kick them off and step into the bedroom. There's very little in the room that isn't hers. A chrome watch and a pair of men's dress shoes. Otherwise the room is all hers, neat and stylish as the Ann Taylor suits she wears to work.
I hesitate before entering and then walk in and stand before her fully erect. I wag it around like a dog's tail displaying happiness. She stares past it.
"They are so full of it," she says. They are so full of shit."
I lock eyes with her and give her a look like: Are we doing this?
Sabrina flashes me a small smile and her body goes coy. She lifts one of her long legs and wiggles her toes. I grab it before she can recoil it and plug it into my mouth. I press my tongue between each toe and her mouth falls open. She stifles her cooing reflex.
"I'm listening," she says into the phone, her face going tight again. She tries to pull her foot away but I hold tight. I run my hand along her leg, moving towards the prize. Her face goes blank as if seized by a spell. I flutter my fingers against her skin, silky and cool like porcelain. Just as suddenly, the spell is broken. She kicks me off and mouths: Not while I'm on the phone. Wait.
I shake my head. I fall to my knees. I crawl forward, aiming my face at the manicured patch of hair between her legs. A dark patch against her olive skin. She rolls her eyes but the corners of her mouth curl up like a shy happy girl.
"I guess we'll just have to bring her in," she says, her voice sounding bored. I press my nose as far into the patch as I can until I encounter a sweet acidic aroma. The tip of my nose gets coated in wetness. I try to bury my face further but her legs compress. I stand up and take her hand to raise her from the bed and then lead her out of the room, but she stops at the door holding the cordless phone.
"Mm-hm," she says into the phone. "Mm-hm."
Sabrina stares at me with the sort of cold bored face that I've made the mistake of believing before. A lowly face masked by skillful make-up. Eyes too small with a crooked mouth and a wide flat nose. It's a face so tortured by its unevenness it favors the look of a scowl. The perfect expression to keep her subordinates in place. All but me who loves that face for its pitifulness.
I stare at her sad features but my gaze is drawn to her lean tan shape, a sort of sleight-of-hand performed by her body designed to distract from her face. I start to stroke myself, eager to feel those bright lips around my dick. She gives me a look as if I'm a deviant but I know its a lie. I know she's thrilled to see me turned on by her. She shakes her head and turns her back towards me.
I look at her ass again. It beckons me and I slip the tip of my cock just past her cheeks. She slaps it away and walks over to the bed, absent-mindedly bending over to reveal a pair of pouty lips between her legs.
"I told you I hate those things," she says into the phone. "How'd you like an electric collar around your neck."
A laugh suddenly escapes from her. A private joke between them. I feel a twinge of jealousy for a second but I know he'll annoy her soon enough. She's always annoyed with one thing or another. Especially him.
I stare at her satiny blouse against her tight frame. A blouse that belongs on the floor but somehow looks sexier being the only thing on her naked body. It's as if I'd walked in on her before she'd had a chance to slip on her panties. Her ass holds angled and bent across the bed, while talking on the phone. I walk back into the room, squat, and press my face right into her ass and brush my tongue across the entire valley. She squeals loudly.
"Nothing," she says. "I'm listening. What?"
Her legs are strong but I wrap my arms under them and fold them over her back, holding her in place tightly and continue my happy lapping. My tongue moves around her tight little asshole and then down into her pussy. She's helpless and bent over but doesn't entirely resist. With each tickle of my tongue I feel her body loosen and then her ass begins to thrust towards my mouth.
"Honey, I'm listening. Go on," she says, as perfectly composed as if there were no one actually eating her ass out.
I unlock my arms and let my hands travel inside her blouse and catch her nipples. I pluck them, feeling them go hard.
"I need to get back to work," she says but I want her to stay on the phone. I get my head under her legs and pull her in so she's sitting on my face. I taste her clit. It's as slick and tasty as a peach.
"I need to go baby," she says.