A Muse Amused
by Arty

GF: Where's the next draft of 'Wonderland'?
RT: In my head.
GF: How am I supposed to find it in there? There's all this
    jumble about some girl with wings!
RT: Well if you will keep popping up in my dreams.
GF: Stop goofing off and get writing you lazy Englishman.
RT: Yes miss!
GF: Before you forget about me completely.
RT: Well (touching wood madly here) barring a major
    accident, that will never happen.
GF: This I have to see…


The feel of her sweet breath on the back of his neck was
electric. He turned to see his muse, her face flushed and
her eyes sparkling. Smiling at him in a lascivious fashion.
He swallowed; the look that she gave him had him hard in an
instant.

"Errr, we were just talking. I really will get writing the
next instalment, but I usually do it on the train. Write I
mean."

"I'm not here about the writing, I'm here to watch you
jack-off."

"Well if you insist, but what brought this on?"

"You started it."

"I did? When?"

"Just now."

"I did no such thing."

"Yes you did, here I'll show you."

She pushed him and his chair backwards and then sat on his
lap. She wriggled appreciatively on his hard-on and pointed
her finger at the line, which had apparently got her fired
up enough to make the transatlantic trip.

"Here you said, 'Well (touching wood madly here) barring a
major accident, that will never happen.' It does seem that
you get aroused by the most mundane topics, but I wasn't
going to pass up the opportunity, whatever the reason."

He laughed, so hard that he almost fell off his chair,
taking her with him. Finally he had enough breath left to
gasp out.

"You thought I was jacking off?"

She nodded, looking less certain.

"Talk about two people separated by a common language! I
suppose you think that I have some strange English furniture
fetish, because I lay the table for dinner?"

She hit him and tried to get off his lap. He stopped her
with a kiss.

"I'm sorry. I'm not laughing at you, really"

"Well if you spoke the language properly, we wouldn't have
these misunderstandings. I presume you were trying to say
'knock on wood' in your quaint English way."

"I suppose so, we say that too." He thought for a moment, "I
will if you want me to."

"Will what?"

"I'll jack-off for you, 'spank the monkey', 'beat the meat',
y'know masturbate for you. I'd have to fantasize about you
though. But it'd be easier if you sat on the desk and gave
me something to fantasize about."

"You'd do that for me?"

"It'd be the least I could do?" He laughed at the
incongruity of the conversation, here in his office. He
scooted forward and lifted her up onto his desk, then he
quickly close and locked the door and pulled the blinds.
"I'll have to be quick, though with you here fuelling my
fantasies that won't be a problem."

With slightly trembling fingers, he undid his trousers and
pulled down his underpants; his penis was as hard as it had
ever been, in the unfamiliar environment of his office.
Carefully spreading the pre-cum, he pulled his foreskin
backwards and forwards over the head of his cock. Friday
spread her legs and he stared appreciatively at the peach of
a pussy that was exposed to his gaze. Small droplets of
moisture showed the extent of her arousal. He hungered to
place his mouth there and lick up her nectar but he'd
promised her this so he resisted temptation. Friday licked
her lips at the sight of him stroking his cock for her.
After a few minutes she could see his movements becoming
spasmodic and a flush spread over his face. And finally he
came, stifling his groans in an effort not to draw attention
to their activities.

Before she could react, he dived forward and claimed his
prize. His tongue was everywhere collecting the juices that
had gathered and then teasing its way between her pussy lips
and plundering the new source of lubricious fluid. Finally
he could wait no longer and swirled his tongue around her
clitoris, at the same time he curled first one and the two
fingers into her pussy spreading them widely to give the
impression of a much wider penetration. She came with
muffled squeals as she placed her fist in her mouth to
deaden the noise she made. He sat back satisfied.

"I think I should 'touch wood' more often if it has this
effect on you."

They laughed.

-Fin-

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