Of late, I have gotten into the habit of suddenly sitting back, in the midst of work, gazing out of the window and thinking of her. Sigh! I am a 35 year old man and I have a terrific job. Ihave a good team to work with and I enjoy my work tremendously. A lot of travel is involved, which I actually consider a perk, as I just love meeting people and interacting with them. But when it comes to making those reports... gosh! I get really lazy and have to literally force myself to finish them. Our offices are located on the seventh floor of the office complex and I have a fantastic view of a part of the city from my cabin's picture window. It really is very soothing to be sitting up here and seeing the hustle and bustle of city life and the traffic far below from this height without the sound effects. Sometimes I feel like God, watching it.
She would giggle every time I told her that. She would make all sorts of excuses to come up to my office and then stand gazing out from the window with a faraway look on her face. She is crazy about the beach. Everytime we talked about a get-away-from-it-all, she would immediately wish it were around 11 am in the morning on a deserted beach, with room service... or was that beach service?? Sigh. Music, some cold drinks, a lot of talk, gazing at each other...
I always thought I am the sort of guy who is not sentimental or who ever sits back and remembers with nostalgia, little things about a person - like a gesture, a mannerism or even snatches of conversation. Work has usually occupied most of my time and attention, so much so that I have tended to take most things for granted. Now I feel rather older, definitely wiser and mellower. All in the space of a year. Perhaps missing someone desperately brings out these latent qualities.
When we parted, she and I, I practically threw myself into my work with a vengeance. I often stayed over at office where I have a really comfortable couch. I kept this up for eight months. Things have sort of established themselves and I have been elevated twice in my job. My boss is a close friend of mine and I have a lot of women trying to establish contact all the time. I enjoy perfect physical health. I am considered athletic, sexy and handsome and very attractive to women. I have dated off and on, but never really got serious over anyone, until she came into my life, when I literally fell for her like a ton of bricks.
I miss her. So much. Funny, I don't miss my folks as much, with whom I have lived most of my life. I now live in the apartment where she and I lived after we got married to each other. I visit my folks about twice a month and my mother tries to probe. She is very fond of my wife. In fact, they got along fantastically from the moment they met. It was one of those wonderfully rare instances whe my mother took to someone so well. She often said she was destined for me. And so, after a torrid six-month courtship, we married quietly.
Life was great. We were so compatible, it was crazy. Not that we agreed on everything, but it was fun to agree to disagree. And then, there was always the making up. I guess we both looked forward to it. I remember this one time when she was relating an incident and it came to arguing about whose side would we take, if it came to that. Well, we differed. And then, without warning she just sprang up from the floor where she was lounging and fell on me. I was sitting on the sofa with a glass of juice in my hand... and just when she went for me I had it resting on my tummy. It spilled all over us... I dropped the glass and she grabbed my hand, and slowly began licking my fingers off. It was such an erotic moment.
We had some lovely saxophone music in the background. She stretched her leg out... and switched the light off with her foot. She had this little smile on her face. Our room was bathed in a sort of twilight glow... that time of day when natural light makes everything look romantic. Except that right now, we were both bathed in the glow of lust, rather than romance. While she was withdrawing her foot from the light switch, I put my hand on the underside of her knee... and she held that pose.
She has a beautiful body and wonderful skin. She loves to be caressed. Right now she was in a long sleeveless teeshirt with tags that tied at the shoulders and a pair of panties. My eyes ran across the shape of her leg, with my fingers following suit. As my palm cupped her crotch, I heard a quick intake of breath. Her eyes were half closed. She stopped, with my thumb in her mouth. Then removed it and taking my hand, put it on her breast. I slowly drew her closer, and gently tugged at the tag on one shoulder, which fell off, revealing her now aroused breast with her erect nipple. Mesmerised, I bent my head forward and took her nipple in my mouth. I flicked at it with my tongue, with the nipple inside my mouth. Her lips parted. With my other hand, I moved her panty aside and began to stroke her. She raised her hands and ran them through her long hair.
The sight of her had me aroused and I wanted her. Lowering her hands, she slipped her fingers into the waistband of my shorts and pulled it down in one quick motion. My cock sprang up. She pushed my hand away from her pussy and straddled me, and taking me in her hand, slowly slipped the head of my cock into her, really slowly. As I moved into her warm silky pussy, she took my head in her hands and drew my mouth to her breast. Seduction is a very erotic thing. It takes you steadily and irrevocably to a point of no return, especially when its someone you are crazy about. I was no exception. As I suckled at her breast, my hand fondling the other breast, she began to move, beginning to ride my cock. Our breathing quickened. While neither of us wanted to hasten the process of reaching orgasm, we were very excited.
Her hands gripped my head, and I knew she was getting close. Suddenly she struggled and disengaged herself from my cock, which came out with a 'pop'. She grabbed me and kissed my mouth and turning around beckoned me to enter her from behind, doggy style. I lifted her on to the sofa, so that she was comfortably on all fours, kneeling, giving me the right leverage to play with her breasts. Holding her by the waist, I teased her with my cock along the crack of her ass. I was crazy about her ass. Beautifully shaped and supple. I reached around to feel her clitoris and was excited to see that she was very very wet. Of its own volition, the head of my cock was twitching, and I entered her warm pussy, smoothly and slickly. I stayed that way for a moment, savoring the feeling, before beginning to fuck her. I bent forward slightly so that one of my hands could fondle her breasts while the other could rub her clit. She loved this combination of being fucked while her clit was rubbed. I increased the tempo and I could sense by her moans that she would be peaking very soon. This aroused me more and, ramming at her, we exploded on each other, and spent, just stayed that way for what seemed like a long time, but in fact, was only a few seconds. My cock slipped out of her, dripping with our juices. She turned around, and sat with a thud on the sofa. Her face was rosy and had a sated expression. I was about to ask her if she was thirsty when she put a finger on my lips and took my limp cock in her hand. She caressed it. Then, when it began to show signs of life, took it in her mouth and began to gently suck it. She looked up at my face, and I immediately wanted her again. She took my hand and guided it to her pussy. It was still very wet, with our cum. I pressed my hand down on her shoulder, indicating that I wanted to lie on the sofa, so that she could lie on me, while we did the 69. Quickly, she climbed on to me, spreading her legs over my face, so that I could lick her. She was licking the underside of my cock, all the way from my balls to the tip of the head, and when she got there, she took the head in her mouth, sucking it firmly, like a lollypop. She was playing with my balls, alternately caressing and squeezing them gently.
Soon she was taking the entire length of my cock into her mouth and mouth fucking me. I realized I was thrusting up in reaction. I held her cunt lips open and began to finger fuck her, with slow deep strokes as I flicked my tongue across her clit. I sucked on it. I could feel her shudder. Then I felt the rush of my cum through my cock. She sensed it too and got off my face, sliding off my body, so that I could look down and watch myself spurt, on to her face and breasts. I cum rather a lot, as she enjoyed telling me often. When I was done, I remembered that she had not cum yet, and got up, smiling, to take her face in my hands and kiss her deeply. Then I sat her on the sofa, spread her legs, while I knelt on the floor and started licking her. I licked her inner thighs. She loved that.
She has the sort of cunt lips that hang out prominently. Her clit is rather small and the hood juts out just a little when she's aroused. But she gets so wet, so very wet. And I just loved that because it turned me on no end. I put her thighs to rest on my shoulders and starting fucking her with my tongue, while massaging her clit with my thumb. I looked up at her and saw her rolling her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers. She was smiling. I slipped a finger, then two into her soaking cunt and smiled back at her. She indicated that I should tongue her clit and so I did just that. I could see her writhing as I continued to finger fuck her and sucked her clit at the same time... suddenly she was there, cumming with long shudders. She grabbed my head and held it there. We were both ready to hold each other close now. We walked through to our bedroom and lay on the cool sheet, drifting off to sleep...
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