I apologize for the email, rather than calling, but I’m currently on a flight. I wanted to talk to you about your mom’s birthday. She doesn’t know this yet, but I’ve arranged for her to have a weekend at home. There will be a nurse there 24/7 and I thought she would really enjoy spending some time away from the facility with her friends and family. With all that said, would you be willing to pick her up this Friday and bring her home?
Dad
A smile comes right to my face. My mom is going to be ecstatic to be going home for the weekend. As I begin to email my dad back, warm hands shroud my shoulders, slowly moving their way up my neck.
I growl out of instinct, leaning into Elania’s touch. Damn, she was fast. She leans down kissing me on the cheek and whispers, “I’ve missed you today.”
I turn in my chair, pulling her onto my lap. “Then you should have let me come to you.”
She smiles at my remark acting innocent. “I was in the area.” I love it when she acts like this, so shy yet confident, all mixed up into one, but deep down her * is wet and she wants me to fuck her. I spin us away from the door, sliding my hand under her dress. The only thing separating us, is her lace panties. Ever so gently I brush them aside and begin to rub her clit.
“You were saying?” I ask, watching how her face changes. A sheen of sweat gradually covers her from head to toe and I know now that she won’t be able to make a comprehensible sentence.
She kisses me and I lean us back, taking my free hand and controlling her head. She tightens her legs around my hand and it drives me mad when she holds me this way. I should stop. If I don’t gain some self-control in the next few seconds, then this won’t end, and this is not the place to fuck. I mean…I’d do it, don’t get me wrong, but I’d rather be able to take my time with her and not worry about someone catching us.
Pulling away, she throws her head back. I rest my hand on the side of her thigh and kiss her neck. “Do we have to stop?” she asks.
I nod my head, “Trust me…I don’t want to.” She exhales and gets off my lap. “You don’t need to get up.”
“Oh, but I do, Nate.” She pulls out her iPad from her purse. “The seller emailed me some stipulations in writing. I told him I’d present them to you guys.” I can see her switch into professional mode right away and it turns me on. My cock twitches in my shorts and I want to fuck her. I should close the door right now, and handle her on my desk. She opens the email and begins to spout off a bunch of shit. I roll my chair over to the door and kick it closed. She looks at me and raises an eyebrow.
“It was getting loud, sorry,” I tell her.
She keeps reading and I grip my cock through my shorts, stroking it vigorously. Goddamn, this woman is fucking killing me. Finally she stops and pulls her eyes away from the iPad. “What do you think?”
She glances down and sees me pleasing myself. Her cheeks flush and she almost drops her iPad. I take it from her and set it on the desk.
Without a word she steps to me, licking her lips, and I grab her thigh rubbing my hand up and down. “On your knees,” I order and within half of a second she drops to the ground.
I scoot to the edge of the chair, watching this gorgeous woman that is all mine take me over. Her dark hair hangs on my legs, so I brush it over to one side giving me a full view of that sweet mouth as she engulfs my dick from top to bottom. She swallows me, swirling her tongue along the way.
I grab her hair and move my hand along with her. Pushing her mouth a little more each time. Her eyes are closed and she takes one of her hands bringing it underneath her dress. My balls instantly tighten at the thought of her pleasing herself. She moans and I do my best to control myself, but her lips are so fucking tight. I feel like I’m in high school again as I let go. All reality, thoughts, and worries are washed away as I cum in her sweet mouth, which she happily accepts.
“Are you sure everything’s okay?” I ask Amanda before leaving the gym for the day. She’s been really quiet and just not herself. I even asked her to work out with me and she said no.
“Yeah, I’m good,” she says, taking her eyes away from mine and looking around the gym. “I just…”
“Don’t bullshit me. What’s up?”
“I’m…I’m seeing someone.”
What the fuck? “Why didn’t I know this?”
“I wanted to tell you, but I’m really nervous for you to meet her.”
“Why?” I ask, pissed that she never told me.
“’Cause, I really like her.”
“Who are you and where is the girl I used to know? You don’t keep things from me.”
“I’m sorry,” she says.
“Who is she?”
“She’s someone that comes to my classes. I guess we clicked and things have moved really quickly.”
“Well, thanks for telling me now,” I grumble grabbing my gym bag and car key. Leaning in, I kiss her cheek.
“I want you to meet her.”