by Mike Whitney
(08/19/09)
His cell phone chirped, and she said, "Where are you?"
"In my office, at my desk. Where are you?"
"I want you to tell me how you'd do it on the desk."
"Well, I'd grab you and push you..."
"Wait, stop, no. Use he and she, no me and you, 'k?"
"Oh. Right, OK, wait a second...all right, ready? He cleared the desk top with a long swipe of his arm, grabbed a throw pillow off the office sofa, placed it under her head as she lifted her legs revealing silk panties, pale green, showing smooth firm thighs and pudenda, sheer fabric over a bulge that was already moist..."
"Pudenda? Who says pudenda?"
"Shhh. He slipped the panties to her ankles, she kicked them off with a flick of her trim ankle. Her skirt bunched high over her waist, he fondled her breasts while unzipping, groaning as he pulled it out, a drop of pearl at the tip. He slipped himself in part way, fingered her and felt the way she pulsed under his fingers, then he grabbed her bent knees like a ladder, slid forward and all the way in..."
"Slow down. Not so fast."
"Right...they paused, staring at each other, her inner heat hardening him further. And they started, slowly at first, getting more excited as it all felt so right for them both. His thrusts grew stronger, deeper, harder. She slipped her fingers between them, rubbing herself faster and faster. Her eyes rolled up in delight and she felt him stiffen, opening then tightening upon his cock, opening then tightening her legs and pussy, engulfing him. With one more series of thrusts, they began to come together, each wave and contraction merging them body, mind and spirit..."
On the desk, his landline rang, Caller ID showed his mother's number. "Gotta' go, it's mom. Thanks for the call. What time will you be home?"
"Half past pudenda?"
