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Break Time (MF, work)
by Dulcinea (dulcinea1@aol.com)
(c) 1996

***

She had watched him all evening, slaving over the computer, his brow
knotted as he focused on the task at hand. Frustration filled his features,
and she could feel his tension from across the room. She wanted to help
him, ease some of his tensions.

"Why don't you take a little break?" she whispered in his ear, her fingers
massaging his tense shoulders. She nibbled on his ear, letting her hands
roam down the front of his shirt.

"I have to take care of this, honey," he said.

"Mmmm..." She spun his chair around, wriggling into his lap. Running her
fingers into his hair, she kissed him, deeply, passionately. "You have to
take care of me, first, honey," she replied.

She could feel his smile as they kissed, and she brought his hand up under
her blouse, placing it on her breast. He needed no further encouragement;
his fingers teasing her nipple, making it stiff under his attention. She
could feel his hardness against her hip, and she wiggled her hips enough to
rub against him, making him moan.

With an impish grin, she stood up and stepped out of his reach, her fingers
unbuttoning her blouse, slowly gyrating her hips, doing a quiet strip
tease. The blouse slid off one shoulder, then the other, and she turned her
back to him, letting the blouse slide off her body to the floor. Hooking
her fingers into her waistband, she rolled her shorts off her hips,
stepping out of them and kicking them across the room.

He whistled, clapping enthusiastically. Dropping to her knees, she unzipped
his slacks, removing his hard penis and sliding her tongue all over it. She
didn't need to hear his happy groaning to know how much he was enjoying it.
His fingers twined into her hair, stroking her gently.

After a few minutes, she stood up, her smile contagious. "Like that?" she
asked, not needing an answer. Sliding out of her underwear, she stepped up
close to him, lowering her body down on his hardness.

Their bodies moved together, hands moving across the others body, mouths
locked in a kiss. He felt her body tense, her back arch, and he pulled her
close, holding her twisting body against him as she convulsed thorough her
orgasm. Though he tried to hold out, he couldn't, shooting deep inside her
before she'd calmed down.

They sat together a moment more, bodies spent, just delighting in the touch
of the other. "Feel better?" she asked. He nodded.

"Good." She stood up, stepping away from and collecting her clothes. "Now
get back to work." He smiled, and watched her walk naked from the room.