Improv Sex At Work – Free Sex Story Part 1
Thursday, May 31st, 2007“You still here? It’s after 6.” I dump my bag beside his desk, kiss the top of
his head and lean over his shoulder to check out the screen. Log files and
newsgroups — nothing he couldn’t have finished with three hours before.
“Yeah — well — there was something I needed to deal with.” He doesn’t even look
up, but continues scrolling through the latest figures. “Were we going anywhere
tonight?”
I can tell by the attitude that he has no intention of moving for a while yet.
Fine. Something needs to happen. So I make it happen. “Are we the last ones left
in here?”
“Yeah”
Right.
Shoes. <Thud thud>
Shirt <rustle>
Jeans <swoosh>
Bra — onto the keyboard in front of him <tinkle> (underwired). He finally looks
up, notices what state I’m in.
“Oh. Staying a while, are we?”
“What exactly did you have in mind?”
“That’s up to you, isn’t it? I mean, you’re the one with the ever-so-important
work.” It’s really hard to keep the voice to irony-level. “Got anything
interesting off the newsgroups?”
“Just the Tommy Lee and Pamela vids.” He leads me out to the reception area,
where a high-edged desk faces the glass front, protecting the occupant from
ill-timed glances. There, under cover of the desk, he fires up the PC and loads
those videos.
And watches. And watches. And watches. Hmmm — not funny any more. “So, do you
like what she’s doing to him?”
“Oh, it looks all right.”
“Would you like me to do that to you?” And I go down to my knees and undo his
jeans. His cock, half erect already, is trying to escape the boxer shorts, so the
least I can do is encourage it with my lips. And tongue. And I gently send the
tip of that same tongue all along the bottom of it, tracing the ridge from the
base past the coarse hairs to the tip, and start coaxing a response by licking
small tender licks around the head as it rears and presents itself for further
action.
