By Porzu
Chapter One
I didn’t start out after a threesome. Indeed, my former lover had gone and gotten married , then had a child within a year, and my wife and I were having a good time. There was nothing on my radar screen that made me think any of this would happen.
Of course, I was always interested. Women of all shapes and sizes intrigue me. A fortyish latina who started in the office next to ours was cute, sassy, and built to ride, but after a few talks I found she was carrying so much baggage that at some point in a sexual relationship she would explode and ruin some lives, including mine. So I remain on friendly but not too close terms with her, doing her taxes and helping out when I can.
Lynn, however, is a piece of work, and I fell for her immediately. Well, almost immediately. I’d actually met her three or four years earlier, as liaison with a program group my IT shop was working with. I did not speak with her, in fact remembered little about her, except the eyes. She has large smouldering eyes, brown to look at, but with a deep fire that is evident only upon close inspection.
I’d been working on a redesign of our web site. I hadn’t thought of including content from her office in the site, but she somehow got wind of what I was doing and called. First she wanted a presentation for her director and suggested I come to her office to discuss the content they wanted. I put her off a couple of times, being extremely busy, but at last I walked up the hill (remember that hill?) to meet with her. I was not looking forward to the work, but convinced myself that the opportunity to create something out of nothing was worth the effort.
I arrived at her office about 10 o’clock. She greeted me and asked me to sit down, then went to the door and closed it. Returned and sat down opposite me and we looked one another over. I thought, “What is she thinking about? I surely could not have misread the signs she’s sent me in her emails.”
I began speaking, going over the issues that brought us together, explaining how many of our initiatives were currently on hold until the new administration decided the direction we’d be taking. As I spoke, I watched her face and body for clues, looking for a tip that I was on the right track. I summed up my presentation, then turned to face her. I waited until she lifted her eyes to mine and said, “Now, Lynn, what can I do for you?”
What I saw just then confirmed my belief. Her eyes grew wide for a moment, then she looked down at her hands folded in her lap. She mumbled something I could not hear and was plainly taken aback by my boldness. So, I plunged right in. “Tell me, Lynn, what is it that you most want from me.” It was a statement, not a question, and she had to respond.
Lynn sighed and spoke. “I wanted to see you, Paul. I noticed you three years ago, when you first came to the Department. I thought you were the most gorgeous man I’d ever seen. The I found out you were married AND Church of Christ. I figured I could never get to know you like I want to and went on with my life. But I saw you at the Christmas party and thought I’d give it one more try. I’m sorry to bring you up here on false pretenses. “
I smiled. I HAD known what she wanted! I rolled my chair over next to hers and put my arms around her. I hugged her tight, and she returned the hug. I squeezed her harder and she gasped for breath.
“Oh, Lynn,” I said. “Poor poor Lynn. What shall I do with you?”
“Anything you want,” she said, and I pushed back from our embrace and looked into her face. Her eyes were lowered, and I put my fist under her chin and raised it to look into her eyes. I placed my other hand on her shoulder and turned her so she had either to close her eyes or look into mine. She looked. She swallowed. I saw a tear drop from the corner of her eye and run down her cheek and onto the back of my fist. I opened my hand and turned it so the droplet was on balanced on the back of my hand, then drew my hand up to my mouth and licked the teardrop off my hand.
Lynn smiled tiredly. I gathered her up in my arms again and she came closer to me. I put my fist back under her chin and raised her face to mine and kissed her lips. I kissed her lips again, then her nose, then a cheek. I put my left hand behind her head and help it in place as I kissed her forehead and both eyes. My right hand was now covering her throat, my left holding her head steady from the back of her neck, and I continued kissing. Temples, eyes, cheeks. I turned her head and kissed her earlobe, then nipped gently on it.
Her breathing became rapid and shallow as my lips touched her here, and there, and here again. I kissed her lips again, lingering on them and causing her to open her mouth to receive a lover’s kiss. I probed her mouth with my tongue, she hardly breathing. I found her tongue and coaxed it a little, and she responded with a flick of that tongue before I seized it with mine and pressed my lips to hers. I tongue-wrestled with her, finding it hard to get a good grip on hers. It was tiny but agile, and I sought to subdue it by entangling it with mine, then pressing against it with all my might.
We remained thus, exploring one another’s mouths with increasing heat until I drew away to look at her again. She smiled a beautiful smile at me with large brown eyes, grasping my shoulders with both hands, unwilling to let me draw further away. I moved my face closer to hers and she closed her eyes and opened her mouth, anticipating my renewed onslaught with my mouth. I hesitated a moment until she opened her eyes again to see what I was up to, then I slammed my face against hers and ravaged her mouth and lips and chin with my kisses.
Her arms had dropped to her sides by now; limp as I had my way with her lips and mouth. I tried again to suck her tongue out of her mouth but the tiny berry was too small to draw out. I felt her hands on my thighs (we were sitting facing one another) and pressed in close as I could. My sex had risen and was waiting for a touch to make it harder. My mouth still on hers, I moved my right hand to her breast as my left found her tiny hand and placed it on the bulge in my pants.
She let out a deep breath right into my mouth and drew it back in slowly. Her hand grasped the member under my pants and squeezed it gently. I placed my left on hers again and squeezed it harder, pressing her hand onto the lump that hid in my pants yearning to get out. I moved my right hand back to her shoulder and then her neck, forcing my mouth over hers and sending my tongue deep into her. She took it and sucked it back until I touched the back f her throat with my tongue. I pushed it in and withdrew repeatedly, as if fucking her mouth with my tongue.
Meanwhile, she stroked my cock through my pants, softly at first but after some coaxing from me harder, grasping the shaft and pulling on it. I was thoroughly aroused by now, and shifted my seat to allow my cock to straighten out while she held it. She let go of it and broke off our kiss, then leaned her head on my shoulder while her hand sought my repositioned member.
She found it again standing straight up toward my navel and wrapped her hand around it. Stroking upward, she found that the tip was just under the waist of my pants and she reached up over the pants and dug her fingers inside them under my belt. Her fingertips held the head skin to skin, and she moaned softly as she stroked it. My arms were wrapped around her, coaxing her on, my hands finding spots on her back, neck and sides to make her shiver.
She whispered in my ear. “I want you in my mouth,” and I pulled back from her, a big grin on my face, hoping that I’d heard her right. I thought about her sucking me since I came into her office, and here it was! I kissed her mouth deeply, then backed my chair away a little and stood up.
She immediately began working on my pants, but the excitement of the moment and the complexities of my belt, button, and zipper thwarted her efforts, so I took her hands and placed them in her lap and took matters into my own hands. I unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my pants, and slowly pulled down the zipper. She watched intently, tiny tongue flicking her lips in anticipation. She placed her hands on my thighs and pulled at my pants. My cock sprang out, revealing itself to her all at once, and we both gasped. She looked it over, then looking up at me she took it in her hand and stroked it softly. Her eyes fixed on mine, she reached up to it with her mouth and kissed the shaft near my balls. My gaze was fixed on her as she ran her tongue up the length of it and down again, her hand gently holding it and guiding her ministrations.
“It is awfully BIG,” she said as she rubbed her cheek against the velvet smooth hammer. Holding me in one hand, she kissed it repeatedly; long, lingering kisses that left little hickies along the shaft. Her other hand moved to hold the sack of my scrotum, caressing it as she kissed and stroked me. This was delirium! I was standing before a director of the department, hands on her shoulders as she licked and kissed my most sensitive body part. I was groaning, a low, quiet but quite noticeable noise that emanated from the basest animal instinct I possessed. My head fell back as she finally moved her mouth to the tip of my cock and took it between her lips.
This roused me further, and I looked back down at her as she sucked my prick. Her tiny mouth could only accommodate the head and she worked her hand smoothly up and down the shaft while sucking and licking the head, giving me the feeling of being fully engorged inside her mouth. Her other hand massaged my balls expertly, gently enough to avoid bruising, but firm enough to bring maximum pleasure through her stimulation.
I put my hands in back of her head and pressed gently, pushing to see how deep she could take me into her throat. After about another inch I felt the back wall of her throat and felt her tongue caressing and pulling on me. I pulled her back by the hair until only my head was between her lips. Then I twisted sideways and out it came. I quickly bent down and covered her mouth with my own, taking her lips into my mouth and caressing and kissing them roughly before extending my tongue deep into her mouth and embracing her tongue with my own.
She held on to my cock a while, then let it go as I mesmerized her with kisses, when her hands fell again limp to her sides. I let loose my tongue and fucked her mouth with it, only my grip holding her from slumping to the floor in a daze. I planted one last kiss on her lips and leaned back upright, and holding her head tight in my hands I guided my cock back to the hole I’d just covered with kisses. She opened wide and received it, and I gently worked her face back and forth, pressing a little bit deeper into her mouth each movement. She brought her hands back up to hold it, but I held them away with one hand while guiding her face to be impaled on my cock with the other.
At last I released her hands and she covered the shaft of my member with one and grasped my balls tight with the other. She ran her hand up and down my shaft with increasingly strong and swift strokes, building up a rhythm that began to send me over the edge. My hands fell from her head and hung limp at my sides. I felt my time was coming, and I told her so, but she just kept sucking with enthusiasm and grace.
I placed my hands on her shoulders to steady myself as I began to come. I exploded a huge load into her mouth that she swallowed without missing a stroke. I shot another wad into her, and another and another, and she finally lost the battle to keep up with my emissions. The extra come ran down her cheeks onto her hands and dripped onto the floor. I was pretty well spent now and wobbled on my legs. She released my balls and pushed me back onto the chair with one hand, still grasping my cock with the other. I sat with a plump! And groaned, smiling at her. She licked the come from around her mouth and used the back of her free hand to wipe her chin. The last oozing of come had formed a bead on the tip of my dick and she leaned in to suck it up, lingering on my cock and sucking much of the softening flesh deep into her throat. I put my hands behind her head and held her there, unwilling to let the sensation end.
At last she patted my thighs indicating she had to come up for air. She leaned back and said in her butter-smooth southern accent, “my, my! What a wonderful thing you have there” I was slumped back in my chair, glazed eyes and fixed grin on my face, detumesced penis looking like a spent and slain soldier on love’s battlefield. She went about cleaning up a little, dabbing at the carpet, unnecessarily I thought. She stood and leaned over to kiss me, and I caught her and drew her to me for a long deep kiss, amazed at the feeling of desire she’d awoken in me.
She pushed me back and said, “Time to cover yourself up. Someone could come in here at any time.” I pushed myself up, drawing up my pants and refastening everything as she went to look at herself in the mirror. “This is supposed to be kiss-proof lipstick” she said poutingly. “They just didn’t know about my kisses,” I added, which made her laugh. “I’ll say,” she said, I’ve never been kissed like you did me in all my life!”
We sat for an hour or more, talking and recovering from our lovemaking. I caressed her breasts and ventured one hand under her dress, but found an impenetrable barrier covering her now moist and steamy parts. Next time, I thought to myself, and then said so to her. She smiled and said “I can’t wait! But right now I have a three hour meeting to go to and if we linger here any longer I’ll be late.”
I humphed and said “We’ll have to have another meeting to talk over the content of your new website. I may end up taking the pictures for the site myself.” She laughed her little tinkling laugh and said “That could be some fun. But I DO want a site for the office here, so maybe we can do a couple of sites.”
I laughed and opened the door, heading out from an amazing introduction. She followed behind me, pushing and pinching me to get out of her way as she headed for her meeting.