I’ve been seeing you for a while. I should say, literally, see, how harmless that was. I was deeply and passionately in love with Sandy, but unfortunately she was married. Although she knew how I felt, for months we had only occasional lunches. Some time ago, we went to various parks and talked nicely. I enjoyed several foot massages and some hand massages to release tension. Once, I even massaged her. And several times we shared a most delicious hug, but chaste and platonic. We both knew that there was more to our feelings than those “meetings” and we, each in our own way, were hungry more. But we were faithful, at least physically faithful.
Then a misfortune made us give up our “exit”. We were forced to limit ourselves to local offices. But one day when we had a planned appointment, and we both needed it a lot (the mental lightening that we felt when we shared these few moments was monumentally comforting, it was almost like our physical frustrations and, frankly, our awakening was partly splashed by those moments), it was raining. I wanted to go back to “our park” for a picnic of the rainy day, but her superior will (not only was she strong will, but she was magnificently beautiful, a perfect and exquisite creature of grace, charm and sensual charism like none I ever knew) prevailed and she suggested my office.
My office is small and crowded. The only really recognizable features are the computer on a table next to my desk and the “guest” chair is in front of my desk. Sandy brought her lunch and seductively sat in the chair so I could soak up her warmth and beauty. It was so tempting to close the door, even lock it, but the office would have had a day in the field. It was gonna be pretty bad with the casual passerby, but we had no choice.
Lunch itself could have been without incident, as the sound would carry so we had to keep our voices low whenever we talked about relevant things, such as love and sex and others; However, I found that there was just enough room under the modest desk shield to read his feet. A strategically placed box helped to cover the erotic caress that was to occur.
During a particularly passionate exchange, but with a low voice on the charms of sexual intercourse, I accidentally hit his foot with mine. The result was not unexpected when a human size 13 met a delicate, sensitive and feminine bare foot. Although it wasn’t really serious, I felt really bad and wanted to rub it to relieve pain. Sandy wouldn’t even let that happen, but I decided to remove my shoes to avoid a rehearsal.
Why did it take me so long to realize that I could hit his feet with mine that I would never know. Sandy easily accepted it because no one could see. So now that we were talking about soft things, I relieved my passions with the gentle and erotic caress of his feet. If the office knew what was going on. But not them! It lasted ten minutes. I had difficulty making a secret conversation because the stimulation was huge. Here I became almost crazy, passionate about love with the most beautiful person in the world and I had to continue the castle. The office covered my erection, whether or not my voice did something else.
Then the subject of computer programs appeared. It may seem funny to be able to think of something like that at the edge of an orgasm, but he did, thank God. And why do I say “thank God”? Well, my patient reader, I decided it’s time to show him one of my new acquisitions. Now I could have shown him some of the X texts I had or some of the graphics that would justify buying on a computer first, but it seemed to be a blasphemy.
I chose a harmless program and started. Sandy obviously couldn’t see where she was sitting, so that our strung feet were torn so we could be closer. She slipped on my side and slowly and erotically turned to the screen and somehow sneaked into me and my new friend resting badly, but waiting, on my knees.
So let me describe the scene for the delayers. Here I was sitting at my desk watching a harmless video screen with a huge kind of hard-on hidden under the table. (I must say, in parentheses, that my erection was hidden from the occasional viewer, but Sandy was not a “occasional viewer.” For her, nothing of me was lost from her point of view, at least, I was hoping.) Now I’m not John Holmes, but with Sandy so close I felt I could give him a good run for his money or anything. The smile that crossed Sandy’s beautiful, full and passionate lips almost made me lose my tongue right then and there, as he said, “I like it that way.” But let me continue before the patient reader gets bored. And right, and I mean right, next to me stood the cute, delicious piece of femininity, just dripping with sensual passion. His hips were so close to my face that I could almost feel the aphrodisiac aroma of his genitals. In my mind I could and they made me wild. She leaned slightly to point towards the screen and rubbed her thigh seductively against my shoulder.
Expertly, we continued to talk about computers and others. The casual observer would not have noticed anything. “Love accomplished miracles,” I always said, and I was sure to be in Love, deep and wonderful LOVE with this perfect creature. It was normal to share my joy of being with her, so I got up and put my arms around her hips. This action and the following actions were, of course, carefully hidden from all those passing by.
At first Sandy hesitated and moved slightly away. Her instinct was to keep her distance, probably thinking that she had encouraged something that should not be encouraged. His “encouragement” was not his knowledge. Just because she was what she was, a deliciously sweet, sweet and sensitive mature woman in a very attractive package. All this time, I was attracted to her before she even knew I existed. God had certainly created strange things in this world and many beautiful things. But this time she went out. (Some may think that only a man could conceive the perfect female, but I say that men would not recognize the “perfect female” if she had fallen into their turn. All they want is a good fuck. Only a woman could imagine all the charming features of her sex and want to pack one.) But I’m still digesting.
In the past, I would have dropped my arm and let it “win” its battle of wills, but for some reason I was not going to allow it this time. My increasingly active boyfriend may have influenced me. Anyway, I tightened my hips and pulled it against my shoulder. When I felt the tension resistance, I relaxed my grip. But my hand seemed detached. He quickly began a slow monotonous “cruise” around Sandy’s sweet and charming flank. Our hugs in the past had been wasted now that I was being treated to another deliciously curvaceous part of this enchanting creature.
Every time, I detected less resistance. His right hand, which approached mine a few moments ago, gradually fell to his side. I felt a softening wave through her. Curiously, my hand felt closer to me, trying to overcome the two exquisite mounds of passion. Sandy’s bottom was one of his most remarkable features, and it was that of a man with legs, who had long admired the thin and fine bend of his ankle. This lady embodies perfection enough for all normal fixations. Now, as in my dreams so many times, I gently carried out each outline of his posterior so cruelly trapped in a dress and underwear. It was a body that deserved to be released (and she had sent me into a frenzy once when she said she liked fishing in the nude, I still haven’t recovered from those scenes that bulge the mind). Anyway, I continued this exotic journey never to land until I thought I was physically using his clothes. The only notable reaction I could see was a certain interference.
Little by little, my hand moved and continued the caress on his beautiful seductive curved thigh and on his knee, the first contact of flesh, or near flesh, as his pipe always present prevented me from fully touching nature. With so much delicacy I started a very slow return journey and hopefully sensual in his leg. A quick stiffening and the return of his right hand stopped me at half his graceful thigh. Her hand gently rests on mine as if she were saying: I appreciate that, but it shouldn’t happen."
For a brief moment, I stopped. With this break, his body relaxed, but his delicate hand remained.
A colleague jumped his head in my office. We exchanged jokes for a few minutes. His hand fell.
Even before the interlope left, I resumed the delicious climb of the stairs to the sky. This time, I didn’t meet any resistance. When I approached the top of my climb, I slowed down to “feel the flowers along the way” and I would have given anything to feel the wonderful aroma that must surely radiate from the cave of love, so close. Slowly, but surely, I continued my trek along these exquisite inner thighs of this goddess. Every time I felt Sandy tense, I stopped and circled in pleasure until this wonderful creature shared my pleasure. Then I continued my wonderful journey.
When I met the apex and felt the multiple layers of artificial coatings my fingers were resting at the peruse. Other departments would be ineffective for both of us. I thought I’d ask Sandy to apologize for a change in the outfit, you know, get “in” something more comfortable, but remotely remember where I ruined that idea. I was lost in thinking and frustration.
Then a door appeared in front of me, a strange but charming door. I approached him in my mind and opened it. Revealed before me was the most beautiful and exotic garden that no one has ever seen. All the colors filled my eyes and a million beautiful smells obscured my senses. What caused this? My patient friend. A touch. Yes! A simple, authentic and honest touch. No, I didn’t really see a heavenly garden or smell. I felt the touch of Aphrodite, no more, it was Sandy’s sweet and passionate touch on my thigh. The radiant warmth of this simple act filled me with renewed and fervent desire to share my joy. As I struggled clumsyly against the fold under Sandy’s dress to try to locate the tops of her strutting clothes, the hot hand on me pressed her encouragement. Finally, success, I found the end. Now, the difficult task of lowering this physical barrier without destroying anything and without causing undue disruption that might point to an intruder. Slowly and carefully, I lowered her panties and her panties hose in the cuts and started, first on one side and then on the other. Initially, a fraction of an inch at a time and gradually gaining confidence and experience, I was able to move it a few inches at a time. Finally, I had slipped the charges low enough for my delicious exploration to continue. I trembled with anticipation and tremor. Would she really be idle and let me go on? I had to wait only a few moments for the answer.
With extremely slow and gentle features, I have followed my previously crossed path to join these exquisite gentle and satiny limbs. I could have simply followed the heat to the source of my desire, but I had other ways to search and the probe itself, was not without aspiration. But I was helped by the warm hand on my thigh. As I approached the grilled spring, the handle became stronger. When I finally reached the sacred sanctuary of love and felt the humidity, the grip on me was possessed.
I just flirted with the Holy Grail, following his ripe lips in search of the holy scepter of Sandy. The pleasure of research was exciting. There he is! I had found the edge of femininity, the femininity embodied in Sandy’s luxuriant, beautiful and impeccable body. Three things happened immediately: The shock of the first contact pulled the electricity through my hand, Sandy raided in the kidnapping and his hand moved and closed on my rigid penis, seeking to free himself from his terrestrial ties.
For a brief moment, we were both frozen in time. Any casual passing would have seen two ordinary people watching a computer screen. Only if they had heard the almost inaudible moaning of pleasure flowing simultaneously from their lips would there have been any suspicion. Fortunately, nobody did.
Their brief break in their urgent business was passed as my fingers gently caressed this enchanted tip. While I was hugging and kissing his firm plan, one could hear a constant ecstasy moaning. Without missing a single stroke of heart, I slipped my unused fingers down to the chalice I wanted so much. (If only… but it wasn’t supposed to be.) His answer was only the imperceptible murmuring: “Please don’t stop. Don’t stop. It’s wonderful, so very, very wonderful. "
Needless to say, I wasn’t going to stop my happy caress, whether she gave Sandy pleasure or not, and she knew it. Because all this time she courageously encouraged my erection by trampling on him expertly in time with my departments. His only pause was to quickly unwind my fly and release my hard steel penis to be freely exercised by his delicate and sensitive fingers. We lost our minds in the arms of others. The only change was the steady increase in intensity as we approach our long-sought climaxes simultaneously. That was all we could share.
The enchantment my fingers encountered was indescribable. The humid warm room was so sweet and inviting, inviting to more than what was possible at that time. My poor mother-penis could only wonder what might have been. The sensitive tips of the finger sounded for more contact, deeper and deeper, but they could only proceed so far before my contact with Sandy’s deserving clitoris was lost. In them glaze in delights in their environment, the silky and supple cave made slippery by a delicious mixture of boiling secretions that I wanted to sip. At the end of this exquisite tunnel, the path itself was never able to surpass the treasure. But the long search for the price of love, the mother-lode, was about to end.
Sandy’s hand wasn’t a substitute for her charming vagina either, but she tried well. Not only was the strike in harmony with our inner soul, but its fingertips always played the field, so to speak. No part of my stubborn protuberance was free from his investigation. The sensations she caused were exquisite.
When I could no longer hold back, I murmured, “We arrived, Sandy. Come with me to Nirvana, between Elysium and me.” And we both shook by the ecstasy and cleavage exactly together.
While my seed was pouring on papers on the floor, Sandy collapsed on her knees.
For many minutes we remained motionless, basking in the brilliant, but sweet, burst of spiritual joy Love made tangible by our bodies.
Then after the glimmer had diminished somewhat, we both realized our difficult situation. Our love smiles quickly fade as we struggle to pick up the pieces. In a surprisingly short time, everything seemed normal. The floor had been cleaned, the clothes replaced, if necessary, and our faces restored to almost normal.
“What’s up?” Sam said he had deflated. In unison, we said, “Nothing, what’s up with you? And laughed the relaxus really laughed at and satisfied with themselves, what they were.