Naughty

"I wish you wouldn't do that!"

She had sneaked up behind me and leaned into me while running her hands over my shoulders and down my front.

"Why not?"

"It's... it's... well, distracting when I'm trying to concentrate on writing a story."

"What ya writing?"

"An entry in another contest."

A short time elapsed as my other half moved her chest gently against the back of my neck and head, and then nibbled my ear. This had the desired effect, at least I assume it was her desired intention, of making part of my anatomy assume a mind of its own. My trousers began to form a 'small' tent.

"But I've been a naughty girl."

The thread of thoughts involving the writing process having stepped off the window ledge, I leaned my head back and rubbed it against her chest.

"Oh?"

"Yes."

She ran her fingers down to the V of my legs and then, sort of pensively, scratched the ridge of the now, well formed, tent with a finger nail. I groaned gently, more to myself. Writing was now not foremost amongst my thoughts.

I swivelled the chair round and she stayed still and let me move through her hands so she remained where she had been standing. I ran my fingers up from her thighs to the initial cause of my distraction and finished by gently tweaking each nipple of her naked front.

In fact she was nude! Naked! No clothes!

"Let me guess? You can't find a thing to wear?"

"Silly!"

I kissed the nearest irresistible nipple - growing after my tweak - she moaned a little, then moved forward and straddled me. The typists chair creaked alarmingly so I stood up, kissing her as I did. She clasped her legs round my waist and hung on to my neck.

I 'walked' from my study to the bedroom. It seemed like a good idea to be at least a little less uncomfortable.

As we got there she put her feet on the floor, twizzled me round and pushed me onto the bed. She climbed onto my chest facing my feet and undid my belt. Having nothing better to do I ran a finger nail down her spine. She shivered delightfully.

She got my trousers undone and always being an obliging sort of a guy I raised my butt to let her move them down my legs a bit. To make it easier she put her knees either side and raised her own rear off me.

"I love that view."

I ran my finger nail over the rosebud of her bottom, revelling in the sight of its contraction and on into the blonde fuzz of her nether hair. She had stopped moving while I did this.

She caught her breath - "Don't stop..."

I held the delicious curve of her cheeks with both thumbs, fingers round her slender thighs and gently eased her back to sit on my face.

She doubled forward to take my hardness in her mouth, pressing herself back onto my tongue, now busy trying to stem the copious flow of nectar from her sweet, sweet centre.

She bounced her lips round the ridge of my shaft, attacking me with her tongue at the same time as we raced downhill towards the finish.

She squirmed against me in her climax, then slipped a wet finger into my rear and stroked it in and out while scratching my balls. I exploded and she drank the lot as we slowed to a stop.

As she moved away I gave her rear a parting kiss.

Right way up she snuggled into my side.

"You've been naughty?"

"Mmmm?"

"You said you've been naughty."

"Oh! Yes!"

She shrugged her shoulder and smiled.

"But I can't remember and it doesn't matter now..."

"Mmmm."

As we dozed in the morning sunshine slanting through the window, I agreed.