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she’s on a zoom call… wearing a dress sitting at the kitchen table.

Ankles crossed under the table, the meeting seemed to go on for hours. The content was in crucial and she stared longingly out the window at the warm midday sun.

One hand on her empty coffee mug, the other supporting her chin, she tuned out the monotonous presenter and wondered about her partner, and the night before…

As she gazed out the window remembering, she heard the metal on metal of the key being pushed into the front door lock. The handle clicked and she heard footsteps.

She put one finger to her lips as her partner walked into the room and put his bag down.

She pointed at the computer and off camera mimed a puppet.

He grinned and nodded. She shifted her weight in her chair as as she moved her hand back down to the table she knocked over a stack of papers.

They fluttered under the table…

That was an invitation if he ever saw one…he slowly slid one chair out from under the table and got down on his hands and knees to reach under the table and collect the papers.

She wasn’t expecting a hand on her knee, drifting slowly up her thigh.

She gripped the sides of the table to steady herself from the shock of his smooth hand caressing her inner thigh.

She had to focus on keeping her expressions to herself… her camera was on.

‘Would this meeting ever end’ she wondered as the hand moved deeper up her thigh.

She she felt another hand on her opposite thigh slowly spreading further, and then his lips caressing and kissing slowly up towards that sweet, sweet spot.

It took every ounce of self control to keep her face neutral but internally she felt that fire start to burn. She wanted him to keep going. Her hands gripped the table harder as he drew closer…

He could sense she was struggling, that was the point. He had hands on either thigh, pushing her legs aside. Kissing and brushing his lips as he slid closer and closer to her.

The underwear she was wearing were those green and gray striped panties he loved. The ones with the lace along the edges. He stared longingly, his fingertips reaching the edge.

She carefully, without seeming too obvious, reached a hand down to try and shimmmy her underwear off. There was no way to do it inconspicuously.

She gave up and reached for his face, she caressed his cheek for just a moment before he pushed the cotton apart with a gentle brush against her clitorus with two gentle fingers.

She took in a sharp breath, she wasn’t gonna be successful in keeping her face neutral for much longer.

‘Can I get away with turning my camera off for just a moment’ she wondered.

As he pulled the soft fabric to the side he felt her jump, must have brushed against her clit as he slid them out of the way.

To his delight… she was dripping.
Her juices were calling his name.

He moved his hands from inside her legs, to her hips and slid her to the edge of her chair, directly into his waiting tongue.

As he began to lick her could hear typing on the computer above him.. what could she possibly be typing right now… he didn’t care.

She tasted so good, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he licked her lips.

Thank god the meeting ended, she typed a quick thank you which was the last thing she could manage before slamming the lid of the laptop closed.

She leaned against the back of the chair and let out a sigh. Thank god.

Dear god… she moaned as his tongue moved over just the right spot, her breath quickened, her chest heaved, she ran a hand through his hair, she could feel the pressure create as his tongue moved faster…

He could tell she was getting close, the way she leaned back, grabbed his hair and pulled him deeper.

The sounds of her moans made him throb in his jeans…

later, he wondered.

He flicked his tongue over her clit, sucking gently, she began to rock her hips back and forth, her breathing becoming more shallow… he wanted her to cum.

It burst like a sunbeam in her mind, her thighs quivered and her whole body shuddered with pleasure.

For a glorious moment she was in ecstasy. Her body relaxed, the wave subsided and she slowly slid herself off the chair and onto the floor.

She sat knees up, legs aside and reached for his collar. She pulled him in for a kiss and lay down, feeling his weight shift on top of her.

She felt him, hard beneath his jeans. She fumbled with the button on his jeans but she was still weak and her fingers slipped.

Her fingers fumbled with his belt, it was clear what she wanted…

He helped her by slowly unclipping his belt, unbuttoning his jeans. He didn’t have time to take her panties off so he just slid them out of the way again and began to slide himself over her still dripping warmth.

He felt her shudder as his tip slid over her throbbing clit.

The way the sun was shining through the dining room window it made her eyes twinkle, she was looking deep into his soul as he slid in just the tip. She bit her lip and arched her back.

her hands reached for his hips but he grabbed her wrists, eyes glimmering playfully and pinned them to the worn wooden floor.

She felt the cool wood under her arms juxtaposing the warmth of their bodies entwined. He teased her, how could he have so much self control.

He pushed in, just the tip and she moaned, her hips thrust up and he slid in deep and hard. She sighed with pleasure, their eyes locked, staring deeply into each others souls.

The way she stared at him made him throb even harder. With her hands pinned, he plunged deep inside her, she moaned loudly.

He loved when she was vocal. They lived in cabin with thick walls and had no neighbors for miles.

he wanted her to enjoy herself to the fullest. The sound of their bodies slapping together on the dining room floor echoed through the house. He bent down and kissed her

“You feel so fucking good” he moaned.

“Harder” she whispered. “I need you”

he obliged with passion, pushing harder and deeper, their skin slick with sweat.

her legs began to tremble again as she felt, again that familiar building pressure only he knew how to illicit.

“Don’t stop” she moaned louder.

The whisper in his ear is all he needed. He could feel the pressure building in his chest, he couldn’t hold on much longer… she was gonna push him over the edge.

she could feel him, the familiar rush before he finished, the heavy breath, she freed one of her hands and caressed the back of his neck, their eyes locked and she was done, her whole body shuddered and clenched and she felt his final thrust as he finished.

He caught his breath, the sweat beads running down his forehead.

He slid from between her legs, and laid down on the cool wood floor next to her. Their chests rose and fell in unison as they stared at each other…

no words were needed, they could feel the buzz in the air.

He started to chuckle… it didn’t seem like the appropriate reaction.

She asked him “what’s so funny?”

He responded, still smiling to himself…

“so, how was your meeting?”

-End

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NSFW: yes

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