Lunch

By Cassandra Arwen

The tall woman walked right up to the desk and approached the receptionist desk. She was elegantly dressed in a grey coatdress, hose and heels. Her black hair hung to her shoulders, a few strands windswept in front of her face. Her eyes were shaded by the sunglasses she hadn't taken off yet. She approached with confidence -- she was a woman who knew what she wanted, and spoke her mind to get it.

There was no one behind the desk; the receptionist must be on her lunch hour, which suited her just fine. She knew where she was going, and made her way through the twisted path of cubicles and offices to the back corner office that was her destination. Most of the office was empty... whether it was because it was a Friday afternoon before a holiday weekend, or just she caught everyone at lunch hour, she passed very few people on her way back.

He was sitting there staring intently at the computer screen. His fingers were flying over the keypad, designing a new web page. He was so wrapped in his work he didn't even notice her walk in the door... he only finally looked up when she shut the door behind her.

"I thought we'd have lunch." she announced, pulling off her sunglasses revealing intense grey eyes. "That is," she dropped her voice to a seductive tone, "if I can distract you from your work enough."

He didn't smile, but it was difficult for him not to. This was absolutely the type of thing she would do. He just looked at her and raised his eyebrows, playing a game with her. "Well, I don't know... I do have a lot of work to get done. I don't know how good of company I'd be right now."

She saw the corner of his mouth turn up in a faint smile as he said that. He was doing a fairly good job keeping a straight face, for he was already distracted... the bulge in his pants that had grown since she walked in the door indicated that much. She walked over and sat on the edge of his desk, crossing her legs so that her dress pulled up and he could see the thigh-highs and garter belt she was wearing.

"Awww, come on? You don't even get a little break?"

He snickered at her movements. He knew her well enough to know she would probably pull something like this... so he swallowed and said, "I have a conference call coming up shortly."

Her shoes slid off and she put a stockinged foot right in the crotch of his pants and started rubbing him. "Postpone it," she said softly. Her foot was stroking him up and down, making him even harder. She smiled sweetly at him, tilting her head down. A lock of hair fell in front of her face and she gracefully pushed it away, licking her lips, looking at him... continuing the motion with her foot.

"I can't. You know I can't do that," he said huskily. He still hadn't removed her foot yet... he was enjoying the whole proceedings too much.

She pouted, "Awww.... but now I'm all turned on."

You're not the only one, he thought to himself. Her hands came up and she started rubbing her breasts over the material of her dress, "I'd love to have you touching me right now." She half closed her eyes and leaned her head back, taking a deep breath, starting to enjoy herself. He could see her nipples becoming erect, pushing against the material of her clothing. Her foot added pressure, and was moving faster... he felt his cock pressing through the material of his pants, pleading for release.

Her hands moved to the buttons of her coatdress and she started to undo them. Her dress fell open and it exposed her breasts, pushing against the black lace demi-bra she was wearing. Her hands started kneading her skin through the lace... her fingers circling around her nipples, twisting and pulling on them. He watched her breathing become harder and her hips start to slightly move on the edge of the desk.

He sat there, completely frozen by the show he was watching. Her foot was still stroking him up and down, side to side through his clothing. He was rock hard now, and felt the slightest start of a sweat break out on the back of his neck. One of her hands moved to the lower buttons of her dress and started fiddling with them... the other kept twisting and pulling at her nipple. She had moved the bra off of her skin, leaving a breast fully exposed, save for her fingers which were running over and twisting her nipple at this time. He didn't even realize really, that he had pushed her foot away and started to stroke himself. His erection felt so hard under his hands, he was pulsing as he watched her.

She had unbuttoned all the buttons of her dress. Her head was back and she spread her legs, putting a foot on the armrest on each side of his chair, straddling him, giving him a wonderful view. She was wearing a pair of black lace panties that matched the bra she had on, which her fingers started to stroke. Her hands ran up and down, over the lips of her pussy. He could see a glistening wetness start to form when he caught glimpses of her skin. Her head was back and she was breathing harder now... her red lips parted and her eyes closed. Her hand started to rub over her panties faster and harder; she cherished the friction the rough lace created against her clit. Her hips lifted, enjoying the sensations that started to run through her body. Somewhere in the back of the mind she vaguely remembered where she was and that he was watching her, but she didn't care. In fact, it turned her on even more.

Her fingers then pushed the thin black material to the side, revealing swollen, pink pussy lips dripping with her own dew. Her fingers ran over her lips and she pressed one inside of her, sighing at the slight penetration. Her thumb gently pressed on her clit as she moved her finger in and out, as he watched it become wetter and creamier. He was stroking himself harder as he watched this with fascination. Her hips lifted and she slid another finger inside of her, moaning. She started to move her fingers in and out more rapidly... pushing them deep, then pulling them out again, almost scratching at the base creating friction and sending her body through shivers.

She was panting now, lost in the sensations of what she was doing. She moved her fingers out and then slid them over her clit... catching the hard, sensitive area between her index and middle finger... pressing it between her two fingers as she stroked it on either side. She then rolled her hands over it in a circle... moving it faster and faster, rocking her hips into her dripping hands. She was breathing very hard now, and she opened her eyes just a tad to see him sitting there, entranced with what she was doing.

The reminder that he was there was what motivated her next action. She stuck her fingers deep into her again and stirred up her juices, pulling them out covered with a creamy white coating. She then brought her fingers to her mouth and started to suck them... slowly, languidly... letting him watch her pull her fingers in and out of her mouth, her tongue running over her hand, licking herself clean. He groaned and shuddered... he had unbuttoned his pants and pulled himself out. His cock was hot and hard in his own hands, now pulsing. She saw this and smiled... her hand moved back down to her pussy and she fingered herself again, getting herself good and wet, then took her hand, covered in her wetness, and reached down and grabbed his cock.

"Here," she offered in a deep whisper, "this should help you glide." Her touch sent jolts through his body, her wetness gliding over his cock. She stroked him a few times, smiling at him, before sitting back up, and moving her hand back to herself... flicking her clit with her fingers again.

It was too much for him to just sit there stroking himself anymore. She was dripping wet and panting... his body was on fire, more now than ever since she had touched him. She sat there with her legs spread right in front of him, and without further ado, he leaned forward, ripped the panties right off of her, and pressed his face deep into her glistening pussy.

Her juices were running down his face as his tongue thrust into her deeply, swirling and licking her. He knew she wasn't expecting it by the cries and jolts her body immediately went through. He shook his head back and forth, pressing his nose against her clit while his tongue still worked her, smearing his face with her. Her hips immediately thrust against him and he grabbed her ass and redoubled his assault with his tongue. He then moved his face up and nibbled on her clit, pulling it gently between his teeth before pressing his entire face back into her.

He felt her convulse around him, and she bit down on one of her fingers to control her cry. Her interior muscles started grabbing at his tongue, pulsing against it as he pulled her closer to him. Her entire body started to shake and small squeaks escaped from her lips as she came all over his face, in his mouth, grabbing at the back of his head shuddering and convulsing around him. She was usually so vocal and the force to keep herself quiet just intensified everything she was feeling. Her hands were gripping his hair as she held his head in place, quaking against him, lost in ecstasy.

He sat there for a moment, still buried in her, feeling her dripping down his face. His cock was still pulsing against him as he felt her shudder and convulse around his tongue. He felt her recover, her breathing still deep but she was no longer quivering and he sat back in his chair. She was still breathing hard when the phone beeped into the room; the conference call was beginning.

She held her breath so they didn't hear her panting when he answered. She slithered off his desk and stood in front of him as she heard him introduce himself on the phone. His cock was still hard and exposed, and she was not one to leave him that way.

She smiled and pressed herself down to the floor, squirming between his legs. Her hands ran over his thighs and gently grazed his shaft...reminding him she was there (as if he had forgotten!). He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and concentrated on what was being said on the phone... it wasn't easy considering he was feeling her pull his pants down around his ankles, and feeling her breath on his skin.

He looked down at her, and could still taste her on his lips. She smiled as her hands grabbed his cock and started to stroke it gently. She moved one hand down to his balls and flicked her fingers across them. He inhaled sharply through his nose, keeping as quiet as he could as he listened. He looked down just in time to see her smile up at him and stick out her tongue, flicking it against the head of his cock. His body jumped as her warm, wet mouth clamped down around him, gently adding suction around the head.

"Yes sir, we have come up with some preliminary designs we would like to show you," he answered into the phone at a direct question! Lord, how was he going to do this? Her hands and head started sliding further down his shaft, pulling him deeper into the base of her throat, getting him good and wet with the moistness of her mouth. She then pulled up abruptly with hard suction, he had to bite his lip to keep from groaning.

She felt him get harder in her mouth, and her hands moved down to play with his balls. She then moved her mouth down and took his balls in her mouth in time to hear him say, "Well if you like we can email them to you." He was glaring down at her, but she knew he didn't want her to stop. This challenge of speaking to clients while her mouth was working him was quite the turn on!!!

She heard the client's affirmative reply and she gripped him hard within her hand and started stroking him harder and faster. He gripped her hair tightly with his hands, as if pulling her hair was going to slow her down or lighten the sensations he was experiencing. Her tongue rolled around the head of his cock again, and this time she plunged him back into her mouth. He inhaled sharply, so much he was sure they heard that on the other end of the phone. He was thankful that the only question was an, "Are you ok?"

"Fine." he answered in a strangled voice, "Just spilled some coffee." He could feel the vibration of her muffled laugh in her throat against his hard shaft. She looked up and almost laughed out loud at the glare she was getting. She looked up, licked her lips more, and stuck her tongue out and flicked it at him rapidly again. His head went back and his mouth opened slightly... she then decided enough was enough, and thrust him in and out of her mouth and hands, rapidly.

He could barely hear what the client was saying anymore. His head was starting to spin as she worked him faster, up and down, stroking him harder, pulling on him with her lips and teeth as she got to the head of his cock before plunging him back down her throat. The phone call was winding down, he got that... and as everyone mentioned their good-byes and promises to get further information he began to shiver in her mouth. He managed to get out "Goodbye." and hit speaker to disconnect the call just before he lifted his hips to keep pressing into her mouth. His hands were holding her head steady as his hips thrust forward, she pulled back enough to look up at him, smile, and stick her tongue out in front of her again.

That sight, plus the thankful end of the call were all it took. He released the long built tension as he drove himself back into her mouth; spilling all over her lips and tongue. She held his cock in her hand, keeping him in her mouth as he breathed deep, whispering and shuddering in her hands. She tasted him shooting into her mouth, one shot after the other he drained himself into her.

Finally he just sat back in his chair; his body now covered in sweat, entirely drained. She pulled up and swallowed all of him, lightly flicking her tongue against the head of his super-sensitive cock to make sure he was clean. Satisfied, she sat back, then slowly stood up.

He managed to pull his pants back up and get some semblance of sanity back. She had buttoned up her dress, and grabbed the half-empty glass of water on the side of his desk. Taking a deep long drink, she set it down and smiled. She picked up the panties he had tore off her, and reached down and wiped her wetness onto them. Smiling sweetly, she sat on his lap, gave him a soft, sweet kiss.

"A souvenir" she whispered, pressing the panties into his hand. He kissed her deeply and held her there for a minute, before she stood up, grabbed her purse, and winked at him before exiting the office. Lunch hour was over.