For Her Pleasure (2 page)

Those hands, I think. 

Suddenly I’m in my office, and Kenny’s rubbing my shoulders again. 

“You’ve had a hard day,”  he says, his hands moving along my collarbone, then sliding down into my blouse, cupping my breasts.

“That went well,”  Margie’s leaning over my shoulder, scooping up the file that rests at my fingertips.

“Oh, good,” I say, hoping I hadn’t moaned during my little daydream.  I check my mouth for drool. 

Margie sits in the chair beside me and we gaze out at the office.

“I still can’t believe he’s gay,”  Margie says.  She splays her fingers out in front of her and checks out her manicure.  “I mean, it doesn’t matter -- hello, I’m married -- but now that I know he’s unavailable to me, even if I wanted to, he’s lost that “eye candy” thing.  Know what I mean?”

I’m staring at Kenny again, and I absently agree.

Margie snickers.  “Of course you know what I mean.  Just look at him.”

I suddenly feel myself ripped out of my fantasyland.  “Look at who?”  I say, shaking my head.

“Kenny, of course.  He’s smart, handsome, and you can tell from those hips that he’s packing some heavy-duty equipment.”

Yes, Kenny’s hips had caused much speculation about what dwelled between his legs.

“But what good does all that do us, I ask you?”  Margie hops out of her chair and opens her chocolate-stash drawer.  She pulls out a gourmet chocolate covered marshmallow.  “Want one?”  she offers.

~*~

Not surprisingly I can’t keep my mind on my work.  I spend most of the day writing the same paragraph of text, tweaking it, deleting it, then writing it over word for word.  My mind and my eyes keep darting toward the door where Kenny is.  He isn’t acting different, but there is this look in his eye, like he has a surprise, a dirty little secret.

So, not surprisingly I don’t get far with the Morgan’s campaign.  And little by little the office personnel start to thin, until there’s just me, Kenny and Margie. 

“The hubby’s cooking tonight,”  Margie leans in through the door and winks.  “Probably thinks he’s gonna get lucky.”

“He’s not?”  I clasp my hand to my chest in mock surprise.  “Why ever not?”

“Only if he does the dishes too!”  And with a smile and a wave Margie disappears from view. 

Takes me a few moments, but then I realize Kenny’s missing too.  Kenny would never just leave without telling me.  But then again, it’s more than just a “good night” I’m hoping for tonight.

I pull out my compact from my purse and check my makeup.  I look pretty good.  I hear the air conditioning kick on, the soft, low murmur it makes.  My eyes close involuntarily and suddenly I’m feeling Kenny’s hands on my shoulders.  I breathe in deep, taking in his scent; Escape mixed with something more primitive.  His fingers trace the line of my neck and then dip into the hollows of my collarbone.

“I love this dream,”  I purr.

“I really hope you’re not going to sleep through this,”  It’s Kenny.

My eyes snap open and my body stiffens automatically.

“I thought you’d gone?”  I try to slow my breathing, but I already sound as if I’ve been running a marathon. 

“I’ve waited a year for this -- wouldn’t miss it for anything.”  His hands probe the muscles of my shoulders harder, deeper, and I feel his body moving closer.

“I didn’t know --”

“Obviously.”

“I mean, I thought you were --”

“Gay?”  His fingers do this thing around my earlobes that makes my flesh stand up in goose bumps.  “I wondered why you never hit on me.  Just thought you weren’t interested.”

Kenny leans over and softly kisses my neck, his lips lingering.  I feel his breath hot on my flesh and I groan, leaning my head back.  His hands run lightly over the silk of my blouse, barely touching me, yet making every nerve in my body shudder.  Then his hands work open the buttons, pulling my blouse open as his hands caress my breasts, the same light touch, tantalizing as they slip in under the satin of my bra and tease my nipples into hard mounds of want.  

“Jesus, Kenny,”  my voice rasps in my throat and I feel heat start to build between my legs.  I nervously pull my legs together.

“If you like that,”  Kenny growls into my ear.  “You’ll love this.”

He swivels my chair around so that I’m facing him.  He’s on his knees already, those hands of his slipping up the front slopes of my knees, then further, up my thighs.  My breath catches and he stops, his green eyes lock on mine, and then he starts pushing up my skirt.  One second his fingers find that red satin thong and the next second he’s pulling it down from around my hips, over my thighs and then off over my heel clad feet.

Kenny gives them an appraising smile, and then his eyes focus on me again.  “Nice,”  He scrunches them up in his fist and shoves them into his pants pocket.  He scoots closer, until he’s kneeling between my legs now.  He flicks his tie over his shoulder then wraps his arms up under and around my thighs, gently pulling both my legs apart, and pulling me down in my chair until my ass is dangling off the edge.

Kenny’s licks his lips and then his head dips down into my crotch.  I squeeze my eyes shut and bite my lower lip as he kisses the sensitive flesh just around my pussy.  I feel the softness of his lips, but it’s the prickly scruff of his five o’clock shadow that’s making my hips buck involuntarily.  And then he licks it.  Up one side and down the other, making a quick stop at the top to swirl his tongue around my clit. 

One of my legs dangle over his shoulder as the other plants itself firmly between his shoulder blades.  I try hard not to dig my high heel into him. As his tongue dives into my sex, pushing into and lapping at all those hard to reach places. 

My hands grab, my fingers tangle their way through his hair, tousling it, and pulling his face harder into me.  His tongue bathes every inch of my pussy, ramming itself so far up into me I start to wonder if Kenny’s part snake -- possibly superhuman, like X-Men or that stretchy guy from Fantastic Four.

Then he focuses his lapping on my clit again.  Long slow licks.  I started squirming in my seat, hips bucking, hands pulling harder, my thighs involuntarily squeezing in on both sides of his face. 

The heat buildup is freaking unbearable.  I’m teetering on the edge of an orgasm; my mind wiped clean, all I want is release.  But then Kenny moves his mouth to the right.

Whoa!  Wait, I’m soooo close!

Then he stops licking, stops kissing. He stands up, looks out the glass partition behind me and then pulls his tie from over his shoulder and straightens it.

“We need to move this party.”

“W-what?”  My mind’s still blank and my legs are jittery from the aborted orgasm.

“Delores is here ... the night housekeeper.”

OMMIGOD!  I spring to an upright position in my chair, simultaneously smoothing down my skirt and pressing my legs back together.  

Kenny grabs my purse from the desk drawer I keep it in and hands it to me, our fingers brushing as I take it from him.  Leaning in, I can smell the want pouring off his body.  He smiles and caresses a lock of my hair back behind my ear.  His touch sends shivers and fireworks all through my body.

“Your place is on eighty-third,”  He looks down at my still unbuttoned blouse, at my heaving breasts, then licks his lips.  “Mine’s much closer.”

~*~

Kenny kicks his apartment door shut behind us and pulls me to him.  His kiss is deep and delicious, his lips soft yet his tongue darting.  First he pulls my blouse open then pushes it off my shoulders and onto the floor.  Then as he pulls me back into him he unzips the back of my skirt and it cascades to the floor as well.  He crushes me against him as his mouth feasts on the flesh of my neck, his hands making swift work of my bra, adding it to the pile of my clothing on the floor.

Thirty seconds into his apartment and I’m stark naked, yet somehow he’s still fully dressed.  How did this happen? 

No sooner do I think about pulling off his tie to work on the buttons to his shirt, than Kenny leans down and throws me over his shoulder.  Now I’m butt naked and upside-down, slung over his shoulder like a waif about to be pillaged.  I feel dizzy as he turns and strides through the apartment with me.  Next thing I know I’m toppling backwards onto a bed -- Kenny’s bed.  The bedding smells fresh and is already turned down like at a hotel. 

Speechless and panting and royally disoriented over the over the shoulder thing, I look up into Kenny’s eyes and see they’re darkened with desire.  Only one thing on Kenny’s mind now. 

He pulls off his tie, his eyes honed on me, pupils dilated, hands steady, but his breathing’s  ragged.  He starts undoing buttons, but then suddenly rips his shirt open, some of the buttons clink on the hard wood floor.

Great body.  Lean, muscular, yet still the body of a young man -- soft edges and smooth, dreamy skin.  I lick my lips as he shrugs the shirt from his shoulders; I want a taste of that skin.  Kenny kicks off his shoes and then unbuckles the top of his pants.  A quick shrug and he’s standing there naked -- no underwear today!

Kenny stands there looking down at me, and what looked like a perfectly serviceable erection starts to grow -- longer, thicker, hardening into a spike rising from his nest of dark brown pubes.  He gives it an idle stroke.

Wait a minute, I think.  It had been a while -- six months and twenty-three days, to be exact -- but I don’t remember penises being this big.  Maybe this isn’t such a good idea.  I start scooting toward the headboard, my mind reeling, racing to find an excuse to call this off. 

But Kenny moves towards me, grabs my ankles and pulls me back down to him.  Flat on my back he pulls my legs apart then lowers his head for another round of lick-me-till-my-vagina-combusts.   Between his kisses and his pussy eating, I’ll never be able to look at his lips again without getting wet.  His tongue probes me deeper than before, and he gently nibbles at my clit.  My legs start to spasm and my hands start to push on his shoulders, nails scratching as my internal engine shifts gears into overdrive.  I can’t believe how well built Kenny is, feeling the muscles of his shoulders ripple under my touch. 

How didn’t I notice this walking wet dream sitting just outside my office all this time? 

I sigh, first for the orgasm that’s churning up in me ... again, and for all the wasted time I’d had Kenny, and hadn’t been doing this exact same thing.

His enormous cock is starting to look just the right size now, and as if he’s reading my mind -- or my quivering wet pussy -- he pulls his face, and his lovely lips and talented tongue, from between my legs and moves his body up on top of mine.  I pull him to me and taste myself on his lips.  He lines himself up with my cunt and pushes in, slowly skewering me. I plant my hands against his chest, pushing him away, but not very hard.  His pecks flex and his eyes lock on mine as my vagina slowly relaxes and spreads open to accommodate him.

Soon he’s all the way in me, and I feel that exquisite pain that comes when something pushes into you further than anything ever has before.  As he slowly pulls in and out of me, he lowers his head and feasts upon my breasts, kissing the flesh, licking around the nipple, then biting teasingly at each hard mound of tit.

His thrusts into me pick up momentum, and before I know what’s happening he’s pounding me into his mattress, lips locked on mine, hands now dug up under my ass, cupping each orb as his hips piston up and down, making the most wondrous slapping sound.

First one orgasm slides through me, then another, and soon they’re overlapping, colliding with each other.  Kenny rolls us over and pulls me atop of him, pounding up into me as his hands squeeze and taunt my breasts. 

I brace one hand on his heaving chest, one on his rippling gut -- god, Kenny was really working out!  And the fucking his cock’s giving me, the jolting thrill of each thrust ... I’m lost in it all, in my own little world.

“I’m gonna cum,”  Kenny says, and our eyes lock as his thrusts turn frantic and his body bucks beneath mine, filling my sex with his seed.  He pumps in and out of me, slowing his pace, catching his breath, the most beautiful smile stealing across his face. 

“Miss Clark,”  Kenny swipes the sweat from his brow with his forearm. “that was ... incredible.”

“That’s an understatement.”  God, I look around and see the clock.  We’d been at it for over an hour. And yet, I’m up for still more.  “And you can call me Carly.”

“Carly,”  Kenny says my name and seems to ponder it.  “But not at the office, wouldn’t want everybody thinking I’m sleeping with the boss.”

I laugh, but it’s cut short when Kenny stabs his still ragingly hard cock into me. 

“Hope you don’t mind, but I’m not ready to go to sleep yet.”  He leans up and kisses me, pulling me down into the mattress with him.

Me, mind letting this gorgeous man with the achingly hard cock fucking screw me into the wee hours of the night?

Not at all.  

***End***

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