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The Office Lunch
by Anonymous Author (address withheld)
***
Two married co-workers are infatuated with each other
and one day - even though they know it's wrong, succumb
to temptation at the office. (MF, cheat, mast, rom)
***
We had been seeing each other for some time now. I
should say, literally, seeing, as it was as harmless as
that. I was deeply and passionately in love with Sandy,
but she, alas was married. Although she knew how I felt,
for many months now we had just been having casual
lunches.
A while back we would go out to various parks and have
nice comfortable talks. I enjoyed several foot massages
and some hand massaging to release tension. Once I even
massaged her back. And several time we shared a most
delightful, but chaste and platonic hug.
We both knew that there was more to our feelings than
just these "encounters" and we each, in our own way,
hungered for more. But we were loyal, at least,
physically loyal.
Then an unfortunate happenstance caused us to forgo our
usual "outing." We were forced to limit ourselves to the
local office grounds. But one day when we had a date
planned, and we both needed it very much (the mental
alleviation we each felt at sharing these few moments
was monumentally heart-warming, it was nearly like our
physical frustrations and, well, to put it bluntly, our
horniness was partially slaked by these moments), it was
raining.
I wanted to return to "our park" for a rainy-day picnic,
but her superior will (not only was she strong willed,
but she was magnificently beautiful, a perfect and
exquisite creature of grace, charm and sensual charisma
like none I have ever known) prevailed and she suggested
my office.
Now my office is small and cluttered. The only really
recognizable features are the computer on a table beside
my desk and the "guest" chair is in front of my desk.
Sandy brought her lunch and seductively settled her
lovely self in the chair so I could soak in her warmth
and beauty. It was so tempting to close the door, even
lock it, but the office wags would have had a field day.
It was going to be bad enough with the occasional
passerby, but we had no choice.
Lunch, itself, could have been uneventful, as sound
would carry so we had to keep our voices low whenever we
spoke of relevant things, like love and sex and the
like; however, I found that there was just enough room
beneath the desk modesty shield for me to read her feet.
A strategically placed box helped to cover up the erotic
fondling that was to occur.
During one particularly passionate, albeit, low-voiced
exchange about the charms of sexual intercourse, I
accidentally bumped into her foot with mine. The result
was not unexpected when a humongous size 13 encounters a
delicate, sensitive, feminine bare foot. Although it was
not truly serious I felt really badly and desired to rub
it to ease the pain. Sandy would not even allow that to
happen, but I decided to remove my shoes to prevent a
recurrence.
Why it took me so long to realize that I could stroke
her feet with mine I will never know. Sandy readily
accepted this because no one could see. So now as we
talked of sweet nothings I relieved my passions with
gentle and erotic fondling of her feet.
Oh, if the office only knew what was going on. But they
didn't! This went on for a good ten minutes. I was
having difficulty making cover-up conversation as the
stimulation was enormous. Here I was virtually making
mad, passionate love with the most beautiful person in
the world and I had to keep up the chatter. The desk
covered up my erection well, whether my voice did or not
is something else.
Then somehow the subject of computer programs came up.
It may seem funny to be able to think of something like
that on the verge of an orgasm, but it did, thank
goodness. And why in the hell do I say, "thank
goodness?" Well, my patient reader, I decided that it
was time to show her one of my new acquisitions. Now I
could have showed her some of the X-rated texts I had or
some of the graphics that would justify the purchase on
a computer in the first place, but that seemed like a
blaspheme.
I picked an innocuous program and started it. Sandy
obviously could not see from where she was sitting, so
our mated feet were torn apart so that the rest of us
could be closer together. She glided over to my side and
slowly and erotically turned towards the screen and sort
of snuggled up to me and my new friend resting idly, but
expectantly, in my lap.
So let me describe the scene for you late comers. Here I
was sitting at my desk looking at an innocuous video
display with an enormous hard-on sort of hidden beneath
the table. (I must say, parenthetically, that my
erection was hidden from the casual viewer, but Sandy
was not a "casual viewer." To her, nothing about me was
lost from her view, at least, I hoped.)
Now I am no John Holmes, but with Sandy so close I sure
felt I could give him a decent run for his money or
whatever. The smile that crossed Sandy's lovely full and
passionate lips almost caused me to lose my wad right
then and there, as it said, "I like it that way." But
let me continue before you the ever patient reader gets
bored. And right, and I mean RIGHT, next to me stood the
luscious, delicious hunk of femininity, just dripping
with sensual passion.
Her hips were so close to my face I could almost smell
the aphrodisiac aroma from her genitals. In my mind I
could and they drove me wild. She slightly bent down to
point to the screen and rubbed her thigh seductively
against my shoulder.
Expertly, we continued the idle chatter about computers
and such. The occasional observer would not have noticed
anything. "Love accomplished miracles," I always have
said, and I sure was in Love, deep, wonderful LOVE with
this perfect creature. It was only natural to share my
joy of being with her so I reached up and put my arms
around her hips. This and subsequent actions were, of
course, carefully hidden from all who walked by.
At first, Sandy hesitated and moved away, slightly. Her
instinct was keep her distance, probably thinking that
she had encouraged something that shouldn't be
encouraged. Her "encouragement" was not of her knowing.
Just because she was what she was, a delightfully kind,
gentle and sensitive mature woman in a most attractive
package.
All along I had been attracted to her even before she
knew I existed. God surely had created some strange
things in this world and many beautiful ones. But this
time She out did Herself. (Some may think that only a
male could conceive of the perfect female, but I say
that men wouldn't recognize the "perfect female" if she
were dropped in their lap. All they want is a good fuck.
Only a female could imagine all of the delightful traits
of her sex and wish to package just one.) But I digress
again.
In the past I would have dropped my arm and let her
"win" her battle of wills, but for some reason I was not
going to allow it this time. My increasingly active lap-
friend may have influenced me. Anyway, I tightened my
grip on her hips and pulled her back against my
shoulder. When I felt the resisting tension ease, I
eased my grip. But my hand seemed to be detached.
It soon began a slow monotonous "cruise" around Sandy's
soft and lovely flank. Our hugs in the past had been
waste-up now I was being treated to another delightfully
curvaceous part of this enchanting creature.
With each passage I detected less resistance. Her right
hand, which had poised near mine a few moments ago,
gradually fell back to her side. I felt a distinct
softening ripple through her. Cautiously, my hand felt
it was nearer to me, to attempt to surmount the two
exquisite mounds of passion.
Sandy's luscious and sensuous bottom was one of her most
outstanding features, and that is from a leg-man, who
had long admired the slim, trim turn of her ankle. This
lady embodied perfection enough for all normal
fixations. Now, as in my dreams so many, many times I
was softly caressing each contour of her posterior so
cruelly trapped in a dress and underwear.
This was a body that deserved to be set free (and she
had sent me into a frenzy once when she said she loved
to fish in the nude, I have still not recovered from
those mind-boggling scenes). Anyway, I continued this
exotic trip to never-never land until I thought I would
physically wear away her clothes. The only noticeable
reaction I could ascertain was a definite snuggling.
Gradually, my hand moved down and continued the caress
on her lovely seductively curved thigh and down and
around to her knee, the first touch of flesh, or near
flesh, as her ever-present hose prevented me from fully
touching the natural her.
With ever so much delicacy I began a very slow and,
hopefully, sensuous return trip up her leg. A quick
stiffening and the return of her right hand stopped me
about half way up her graceful thigh. Her hand rested
gently on mine as if saying, "Hold it. I sure enjoy
this. but it shouldn't happen."
For a brief moment I paused. With this pause, her body
relaxed, but her delicate hand remained.
A co-worker popped his head in my office. We exchanged
pleasantries for a few minutes. Her hand fell away.
Even before the interloper left I began once again the
delicious climb of the stairs to heaven. This time I
encountered no resistance. When I neared the summit of
my climb, I slowed to "smell the flowers along the way"
and I would have given anything to smell the wondrous
aroma that surely must be radiating from the grotto of
love, so near.
Slowly, but surely, I continued my trek along those
exquisite inner thighs of this goddess. Every time I
felt Sandy tense, I paused and circled around in delight
until this wondrous creature shared my delight. Then I
continued my marvelous voyage.
When I encountered the apex and felt the multiple layers
of artificial coverings my fingers rested to peruse.
Further ministrations would be ineffectual for both of
us. I considered asking Sandy to excuse herself for an
altering of attire, you know, get "into" something more
comfortable, but remotely remembering the location I
chucked that idea. I was lost in thought and
frustration.
Then a door appeared before me, a strange, but lovely
door. I approached it in my mind and opened it. Revealed
before me was the most beautiful and exotic garden
anyone has ever beheld. All colors filled my eyes and a
million lovely smells clouded my senses. What had caused
this? Well, my patient friend. A touch. Yes! A simple,
genuine and honest touch. No I hadn't really seen a
heavenly garden nor smelled one.
I had felt the touch of Aphrodite, no it was more, it
was the warm gentle passionate touch of Sandy on my
thigh. The heat radiating from that one simple act
filled me with renewed yearning and fervor to share my
joy. As I clumsily fought the fold under Sandy's dress
to strain to locate the tops of her hindering garments,
the warm hand on me squeezed its encouragement.
At last, success, I had found the end. Now the difficult
task of lower this physical barrier without destroying
anything and without causing undue disturbance that
might cause an intruder to notice. Slowly and carefully
I lowered her panties and panty hose in fits and starts,
first from one side and then the other.
Initially, a fraction of an inch at a time and gradually
gaining confidence and experience I was able to move it
a few inches at a time. At long last I had slipped the
encumbrances low enough so that my delicious explore
could continue. I trembled with anticipation and
trepidation. Would she really stand idle by and let me
continue? I had to wait only a few moments for the
answer.
With exceedingly slow and gentle strokes I followed my
previously traversed path back to the joining of those
exquisite soft and satiny limbs. I could have simply
followed the heat to the source of my desire, but I had
other ways of searching and the probe itself, was not
without elation. But I was further aided by the warm
hand on my thigh. As I approached the toasty source the
grip became stronger. When I finally reached the love's
sacred sanctuary and just felt the moistness, the grip
on me was of one possessed.
I just flirted with the holy grail, skirting its ripe
lips in search of Sandy's holy scepter. The delight of
the search was exhilarating. There it is! I had found
the verge of Femininity, Femininity incarnate in this
lush, magnificent and flawless body of Sandy. Three
things happened at once: The shock of first contact shot
electricity through my hand, Sandy stiffened in rapture
and her hand moved and closed on my rigid penis,
striving to free itself from its earthly bonds.
For a brief instant we were both frozen in time. Any
casual passer would have just seen two ordinary people
watching a computer display. Only if they had heard the
virtually inaudible groan of delight simultaneously
spill from their lips would there have been the
slightest suspicion. Fortunately, none did.
Their brief pause in their urgent endeavor was passed as
my fingers gently caressed this enchanted tip. As I
cuddled and embraced its firm outline a steady ecstatic
moan could be heard. Without missing a single fond
stroke, I slipped my unused fingers down lower to the
chalice I so dearly craved to sip from. (If only,....,
but that was not to be.) Her response was only the
imperceptible whisper, "Please, please don't stop. Don't
stop for anything. It is wonderful, so, very, very
wonderful."
Needless to say, I was not going to discontinue my
joyous petting, whether it gave Sandy pleasure or not
and she knew it. Because all of this time she had
courageously encouraged my erection by expertly stroking
it in time with my ministrations.
Her only pause was to quickly unzip my fly and release
my steel-hard penis to be freely exercised by her
delicate and sensitive fingers. On and on we went, our
minds lost in each other's finger-tip embraces. The only
change was the steady increase in intensity as we
approached our long-sought climaxes simultaneously. This
was all we could share.
The enchantment my fingers encountered was
indescribable. The hot moist chamber was so soft and
inviting, inviting to more of me than was possible at
that time. My poor surrogate-penis could only wonder at
what might have been. The sensitive finger tips probed
for more contact, deeper and deeper, but they could only
proceed so far before my contact with Sandy's deserving
clitoris would be lost.
In they would slide delighting in their surroundings,
the silky and pliable grotto made slippery and slidey by
a delicious mixture of oozing secretions I longed to
sip. The treasure-trove at the end of this exquisite
tunnel could never be surpassed by the path itself. But
the long search for the Love-prize, the mother-lode, was
about to end with fulfillment.
Neither was Sandy's hand a substitute for her delightful
vagina, but she sure tried. Not only was the stroking in
harmony with our inner souls, but her finger tips
continuously played the field, so to speak. No one part
of my bloated stiff protuberance was free of her
investigative touch. The sensations she caused were
exquisite.
When I could no longer hold back I whispered, "We have
arrived, Sandy. Come with me to Nirvana, enter Elysium
with me." And we both shook in ecstasy and we climaxed
exactly together.
As my seed flowed all over some papers on the floor,
Sandy collapsed to her knees.
For many minutes we stayed still, basking in the
brilliant, but soft, glow of joyous spiritual Love made
tangible by our bodies.
Then after the glow had abated somewhat we both realized
our predicament. Our unabashedly Loving smiles to each
other quickly faded as we struggled to pick up the loose
pieces. In surprisingly short time all appeared normal.
The floor had been cleaned up, the clothes replaced, as
needed, and our countenances restored to near normal.
"What's new?" Sam said as he bustled in unannounced. In
unison, we replied, "Nothing, what's new with you?" And
laughed the relaxed laughed of truly at ease and
satisfied with themselves, which they happened to be.
END
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