“Your tits would be hanging down, and your hair would be in your face, and your ass would be up in the air, and I’d stand there for a moment just admiring the view.”
“But not for too long ….”
“No, I’d want you too much. I’d step up behind you and put one hand on your hip to steady you, and with my other hand I’d rub the head up my cock up and down between your pussy lips.”
“Oooooh,” I said. “I love that.”
“And then I’d slowly ease myself inside, savoring how hot and tight and wet you were.”
“I’d rise up on my toes and arch my back, so that you could slide straight in.”
“It sounds like you’ve been fucked that way before,” he said. His hand was moving faster in his pocket.
“Yes. But not for a while. And never here in my office.”
“I would grab hold of your hips with both hands and I would start thrusting … long slow strokes at first … letting you feel the full length of my cock moving in and out of you ….”
“Close the door,” I said.
Rick blinked. “What?”
“I need for you to step all the way into my office and close the door behind you please.”
He did what he was asked, clearly intrigued. “Okay,” he said. “It’s closed. Why…?”
“Because I really, really need to touch myself right now, and I can’t do that without pulling down my jeans. And I really don’t want anyone to walk past and see me masturbating.”
Rick swallowed hard. “Isn’t that moving our scenario out of the theoretical and into the practical?”
I unbuckled my belt and unzipped my fly. “I think we already passed that point a while ago. Or at least you did.” My eyes flicked down at his crotch, where his hand was still slowly stroking.
“Fair enough,” Rick said.
“Here’s the deal,” I said, wriggling out of my jeans. “You’re going to keep standing over there, and I’m going to keep sitting over here. We’re going to continue to explore the hypothetical, but with the understanding that certain allowances have to be made for immediate physical practicalities.”
“Like the fact that we’re both really close to coming?”
“Exactly. Like the fact that we’re both really close to coming. Like the fact that you’ve gotten me so fucking aroused that if I don’t come in the next five minutes I’m going to scream.”
I lowered my jeans down around my ankles. That way I could spread my legs without taking my pants all the way off. And I hiked my shirt up under my breasts. My crotch was still covered, but other than that, the entire middle of my body was exposed. Rick started stroking faster. Looking straight at him, I slid my hand down inside my panties. My pussy was sopping wet, the lips so puffy and sensitive that it made me shiver to touch them. My clit was a hard ridge, begging to be teased. I ran my finger along it, moaning with pleasure.
“Okay,” I said, regaining my composure “Where were we?”
“I was fucking you from behind.”
“You were fucking me from behind with your long beautiful cock.”
“And I reach around and cup your breast with my hands. I’m squeezing your breasts and playing with your nipples while I fuck you from behind.”
“They’re so swollen and tender. You’re pinching them and making me moan.”
“I’m pinching them and teasing them. I love how your tits swing back and forth as I thrust into you.”
“And I reach back, back between my legs, and I cup your balls with my hand.”
“Oooooh, that’s good.”
“Are your balls full for me, baby? Are your balls full of cum for my pussy?”
“I’m playing with your balls while you’re fucking me. I’m thinking about the big load you’re going to shoot inside me.”
Rick’s eyes fluttered. I could tell he was really close. “Is it okay …,” he said. “Is it okay if I take my cock out so I don’t make a mess?”
“Yes, take it out. Show me your hard cock.”
He unbuckled his khakis and dropped them around his ankles, followed immediately by his boxer shorts. His cock sprung straight out between his shirttails, purple and throbbing. He was maybe seven inches long, and uncircumcised, although in his present condition his foreskin was fully retracted, exposing the dark, shiny head. Rick wrapped his fist around his exposed sex and started pumping, the silky skin sliding back and forth on the length of his shaft.
“Oh, that’s nice,” I said, strumming my clit. “Oh, you have such a nice cock.”
“I’m fucking you with it. I’m fucking you with my cock.”
“I’m face down on my desk. I’m moaning.”
“I’m watching my cock slide in and out of your beautiful pussy.”
“I’m pushing my hips back against you, pushing you in so deep.”
“You’re so wet inside, so wet and tight.”
“God, you’re huge. It’s like you’re splitting me open.”
Rick groaned. “I want to see your pussy,” he said. “I want to be looking at your pussy when I come.”
“Okay,” I panted. “Okay, hang on.” I raised my bottom a few inches off the chair and dragged my panties down with my free hand. Once they were past my knees, I spread my legs wide, giving Rick a perfect view of my naked pussy. I had three fingers buried deep inside me, sliding them in and out to match his strokes. I hooked one leg over the arm of my chair, and began furiously rubbing my clit.
“Oh God,” he said, “You look incredible like that.”
“You too,” I said.
“I’m really close,” he said.
“I want to come with you.”
“On three, okay?” I said. “When I count to three we both come.”
“Oh, baby,” he groaned.
The orgasm hit me like a tidal wave. My legs started spasming, and I arched my back, thrusting my pelvis up in the air. I was moaning. Rick was moaning too. He was staring straight at me, staring at my throbbing pussy, his hand furiously working his swollen cock. His hips jerked forward abruptly and long, ropy arc of cum shot out from his cum hole. It covered half the distance between us, splattering noisily on the gray linoleum floor. My whole body convulsed, snapping my head forward, my moans degenerating into a series of guttural grunts as the orgasm shuddered through me.
“UH … UH … UH … UH … UH …!”
Rick kept pumping, his cock jerking upwards each time he unloaded another huge spurt of his seed.
“Ah! Ah … ah … ah … ah … AHHHHHHHHH!”
I collapsed into my chair and Rick sagged back against the closed door. We were both red-faced and panting. Slightly stunned by what had just happened, I rested my hand on my bare tummy. I was suddenly conscious of how cool the air of my office felt on my exposed, wet girly parts. I had a fleeting thought that I should probably close my legs and pull up my panties, but I was too busy savoring the moment. Rick brushed his hair out of his face and looked at me. His cock was already beginning to soften.
“That was … amazing,” he panted. “You … were amazing.”
“I came so hard,” I said.
“I know. I saw you,” he said. He bent over and pulled up his pants. He glanced down. “Oh, God … I made a mess of your floor.”
Three days went by before I saw Rick again. It was Thursday morning and I was at my desk typing up notes for my lecture on Friday when I heard a light knock on my door. I looked up and he was standing just outside my office, looking sheepish.
“We should probably talk,” he said.
“Yeah …,” I said. “We probably should.”
“What happened the other day … I didn’t mean for it to go that far.”
“The thing is ….”
I could guess where he was going, and I finished his thought.
“The thing is, we still have to work together,” I said.
“Yes. And I don’t want things to be weird.”
“It’s okay. It was … just something that happened.”
Rick ran his hand through his hair.
“I love my wife. I don’t know what I was thinking.”
“It was just … bodies. A physical thing. It didn’t mean anything.”
Rick looked relieved. He sighed and smiled at me, and when he smiled, I felt all melty inside. I wasn’t lying. My attraction toward him was purely physical. But that didn’t make it any less real. Seeing him standing there in the doorway to my office brought all the memories flowing back. I remembered how amazing he’d looked three days ago, when he was standing in that very same spot, half-naked, erect. I’d masturbated to that image at least five times since.