Sexy Details....

...and the not so sexy.

I thought about dragging this out and teasing you all, but I also like re-living it as I write about it...I have gotten nothing done at work today between anticipation, leaving early and coming back late. Derek as an aside covered for my late return. No one that could directly bust me stops my my desk, but my manager apparently did. Derek just said "I assumed you were probably down at the copy center and told him I'd give you the folder." Fast thinker and he knows I wasn't since I usually send him. So I own him, and more importantly my employer so I resolve to get right back to work and make up for it tomorrow right after I divulge every awkward but promising detail.

"You want to drive or walk?" He asked

"You going to lead the way with your erection?" I teased.

"This way to the car." he said, pivoting smartly while holding his hips, pointing with an imaginary erection. (Well he might have had one, but the out of date but good-quality pleats in his pants hid it.)

"Nice car." I said as we approached what I think of as a 'Baby Benz.' He seemed a little embarrased...

"Its a lease, and a lease return at that, its 3 years old but these will run forever..." warming to his subject. He explained that it's important to 'look sucessfull' in his line of work.

"Are you?'

"Nobody is at the momnet. The silver lining is a lot of interesting vacant places,,,," I asked him a bit without prying what his interest in the place was. "None at all, but if anyone asks, you came in a day early and are seriously considering it." Apparently he told the agent with the place that he was going to scout it today for clients in town tomorrow. "I'll call him tomorrow and tell him you flaked."

"You do this a lot?"

"In my mind with every single attractive client I have ever had, and at least 53% of the unattractive ones. In real life I had a friend a few years back and we would meet lots of places and occasionally it happened to be a vacant property. That's kinda what gave me the idea."

We had very little time as it took longer to find a parking spot than to drive there, and I'm not sure the parking spot was any closer than the Starbucks. We went into the building saw no one, and rode the elevator to the top. It creaked a bit, but had a note saying that the inspection certificate was on file and who would lie about a thing like that?

The clunky little safe thingy on the door explained how we were getting in. He pulled out a little calculator looking thing and pointed it and we had a key. He pocketed it, locked the door behind us and announced the grand tour. He was being melodramitc in his reading but he actually did seem to know the place and features and if I was independantly wealthy and didn;t have a husband that is a whiz at auditing financial, I'd take it for my very own love nest. Across the way between two buildings you could see (insert a recognizeable archetictual feature of our fair city here). Kinda.

Old crank-out windows...surprising breeze when we opened another on the other wall. Weirdly private feeling with a wall of windows to look at and presumably in. Interesting possibilities...I pictured him pressing me up against the glass....nope bad idea, vertigo thinking about those old panes rattling loose...

So where to start? I thought. And apparently, he.

This was truly annonymous gratuitous adulturous sex...or would be if we could get started...

I moved in a little, he did, we did the whole which way does your head go thing. (Is that a lefty-righty thing? I should put in more study) Our lips met..and fireworks!  Well er no. Still awkard, But warming. Soft kiss, parts his lips a little, a little uncertain it seemed. I decided I better fuck his mouth with my tongue and get it over with...That went better.

Like riding a bike. Assuming you are on the handlebars facing your junior high school boyfriend and kissing at the same time. Not fair really, he was not bad actually, but I couldn't help think of that because I grew early and the boys did not and I was always awkwardly tall. I kicked off my heels. Better.

We had backed into the kitchen counter. Avocado green appliances he had described as vintage.

"Hop up here.." I patted the counter-top.

"The height?" he grinned reading my mind.

"Well yes, but not what you think..." (I lied I was thinking exactly that)

I stripped him of his belt and pants, at least to his shoes. "Oops forgot the shoes.." He kicked them off with alacrity. Down went his trousers. I lingered a hand on his now very evident erection through the blue (silk?) boxers before they ended up on the floor too. Now I had a man in a dress shirt and tie and black socks. Reminded me of somw CFNM porn I saw the other day..I should find a shot and insert that here. Thats a weird genre. Men look silly naked and he was no exception.

This is a cuck blog so I should mention his cock was twice the size of hubbies. In fact though I estimate he is about a finger width or two shy as viewed with a hand firmly wrapped around the shaft and one's lips poised over the head. I felt it firm and pulse and twitch in my warm mouth, but when I pulled off to examine my work and his reaction (transfixed) he was just about 6 inches I would say.

I selected a 'regular' sized condom from my purse not letting him see I had a couple of just in case magnums in there...~grin~

"There, now that we are properly acquainted...." I leaned my elbows down to the counter beside him and wiggled my ass provacatively....

He hopped down and I spreeeadddd my legs a little more trying to get my ass down to the reach of his cock...somehow we coupled and I took the rhythm this time pushing back off the counter and doen to ease him into me...I was stroking his cock with my lips, continuing in my mind (and I felt his) what I had started with my other lips...

Eventually either from some signal I hadn't realized I had given or just synergy he had my hips grasped hard and was returning the fuck,,,,sliding into and out of me in measured thrusts. Eventually I am holding on for dear life to the counter as he drives into me. Probably didn't last that long but it hit all the right places,..

I smiled what felt a satisfied smile, and said somethign about, "We didn't even try out the shag carpeting..."

"When do you have to be back?" He said with a glint.

"Can you?" I inquired....watching some twitching of life...

"Today I believe I can..."

We giggled into what must be the master bedroom with a baroque chandelier (said in SNL skit voice) over the dressing area, and a plain glass overhead light like I had in my room as a girl to look at as scrunched around on my back trying to get comfortable...

"Furniture next time..." he said.

"Oh? Do I LOOK like the kind of girl you can just fuck and then call or send flowers too?"

"No you look like the kind of girl you can fuck twice and would definitely call again."

Oddly this didn't seem presumptive or dangerous to plan another session mid session. It was just fun it felt like.

He had indeed rose to the occasion...I had my knees up a bit, he grabbed my ankles and threw 'em over his shoulders...had my ass off the ground at one point and was driving hard into me like he was BP and looking for a gusher. (OK bad prose but I wanted it to be timely and yet topical.)

He did have an intensity about it that got to me and I found myself having a small quivering orgasm followed on its heels by a bigger one that had my legs shaking. It might have been the position but I think he did something I want to try again.