The Coworkers Do Lunch


Monday, back at work, I sit down in my cube. I almost always arrived on time, but
he was always late, particularly on Mondays. I'm just getting into my job when I
feel a hand reach down toward my breast. He unbuttons my blouse and stuck his
hands into my bra, arousing my nipples into hardness.

"Good morning," he says, nibbling on my ear. "I have some new positions I'd like
to work on you with later."

I lean back into him and kiss him, giving him full access to my breasts. He opens
my blouse further and nibbles each nipple briefly, then buttons me back up. He
rubs his hardness against my hand.

"Got time for a long lunch later?" he asks.

"Oh yeah," I pant. Not that I was capable of my usual flippant or saucy remarks.
I'd have let him do me on the desk with a greeting like that.

"Good, I know just where to take you," he says with a wink. With that, he's off
for morning meetings and so am I. We try to keep our decorum until lunch, when we
walk toward the parking garage and head for his convertible.

We talk as he drives us into the hills. I'm not paying attention, but we wind up
in some remote place. He stops the car under some pine trees. We get out and he
opens the trunk.

"A picnic?" I ask.

He just smiles, removing the blanket and the picnic basket from the car's trunk.
He spreads out the blanket, then we stand on it and kiss. He starts unbuttoning
my blouse.

"Undress me," he says. A few minutes later, we're standing completely nude, our
garments hanging from the trees.

"Now," he says, "I have a treat for you. Close your eyes."

I did, and I feel him running his hard cock up and down my body. I hear the
picnic basket open and close. He removes something, but I kept my eyes closed.

He runs his hard cock on the insides of my thighs and I opened them. At first,
just a little, then more and more as I want him more and more. I hear a noise,
then suddenly feel a coolness on my pubic hair as he rubs something around. I
feel a scraping. Involuntarily, I open my eyes.

"Close your eyes and enjoy it," he says as he shaves me delicately. He misses
nothing, checking each spot with his fingers. A few minutes later, he takes a
damp cloth from the picnic basket and wipes the remaining shaving cream off.

"Now, we have some rules, he says as he nibbles me gently. God, I love you
shaved."

"What rules?" I ask. No one said anything about rules.

"Oh, yeah. First, while you're shaved, your pussy belongs to me. No orgasms
without me. If you want to masturbate, you can't come unless you call me. I want
to know, OK? If you don't like it, we can let it grow back out."

"OK, we'll try it," I say. "Right now, I'd do anything so you'd enter me." He
chuckles and rolls me on top of him.

"You'll want even more soon, my dear," he says as he pulls me down onto his
shaft. "We're only just getting started."

I ride him like a madwoman, loving the feeling of being shaved. He sucks my
breasts, leaving them erect. I start feeling myself getting ready. The thought of
coming together again excites me and I feel myself clenching him tightly.

"No, you don't get to come. Not now. Make me come," he says.

My body goes wild with convulsions from the excitement. He presses me down onto
him harder and we move faster and faster until he explodes inside me. I relax on
top of him and we hold each other while he finishes oozing inside me. I feel the
warm wetness sliding down my legs as I kiss him.

"Tonight," he says, "you get yours. Sometime after dinner, I think."

What a prick, I think, not even allowing enough time for me to come. Angry, I get
dressed after towelling off the cum from my legs.

We drive back in silence and, when I stop being angry, I finally think about how
sensuous it is to be shaved and how much I liked him doing it. Despite myself, I
become aroused thinking about him and the previous time we'd had sex.

As if he knew what I was thinking, he runs his hand up the inside of my thigh.
"Tonight," he says. "I promise. And I promise it'll be worth the wait." When we
arrive back at the office, we become our usual formal selves.

In the afternoon, I go to the bathroom and start stroking my shaved pussy while
massaging my nipple, but belatedly remember my promise. Disappointed, I stop.

At six we leave for dinner as if we'd never slept together. At the restaurant, I
head for the bathroom right after we're seated. I take off my cum-soaked panties
and pantyhose and tuck them in my purse. If he's going to be fondling me under
the table, I want to give him a thrill. After all, he promised.

We chat over the salad course, friendly chatter that didn't approach our usual
sexual banter or tension. After the salad course was finished, he slips his hand
on my knee and runs his hand up the inside of my thigh. Without thinking, I find
myself slipping my knee over his as his hand approaches my wet pussy.

His fingers slide up to my clit, taking it between his fingers and massaging. I
start squirming, wondering what to do. "Just enjoy it," he says. So I do. He
watches me and I watch him. He enjoys my arousal. I notice his own: his cock is
pressing hard against his pants. I reach for it, but he shakes his head. "You'll
get plenty of that later."

Our reverie is interrupted by the arrival of our main course. As we eat, I notice
his arousal. Throughout dinner, I attempt to touch his cock both with my knee and
my hand, but he brushes me away. Naturally, I want him all the more.

We leave the restaurant and he opens the car door for me. He pins me against the
car, rubbing his hard cock between my legs. "Soon," he says while nibbling my
ear. I melt into the front seat. We drive to my apartment in silence.

Once we arrive, he takes me to my room and slowly undresses me, then himself.
Only then does he take me in his arms and kiss me, his hard cock pressing against
my body. He slides it in between my legs, teasing me. He enters me slowly, not
giving me a chance to touch his cock or even suck it. I think about the way it
would feel in my mouth as he enters me.

"So, tell me, do you like being shaved?" Before I can respond, my muscles throb
around his cock. He slides in and out very slowly. "Ah, you like it a lot. I
guess I should keep shaving you then." As he says that, I suddenly get much, much
wetter and he slips in and out of me.

He carries me over to the bed then heads into the bathroom for a minute. He
emerges with shaving cream, a towel, a glass of warm water and a razor. I thought
he'd been thorough earlier, so I was confused.

"Since you like being shaved so much, it's time for you to shave me." I took the
shaving cream and lathered up his balls, shaving very tentatively. He squirms and
moans as I proceed, though I was very careful not to hurt him. When he is
completely smooth, I rinse him off gently and start licking him, taking his
hardness into my mouth, stroking the soft skin of his balls. Funny, I'd never
expected that since they felt so rough with the hair.

"Later," he says. It's always later. He pulls me up on top of him, sliding me
slowly down onto his cock. "There's something I want you to feel first." He flips
us over, him on top of me, and starts hammering into me with his cock. I feel his
shaved balls slapping against me, the skin-on-skin feels so much more arousing
than his hair.

I find myself lost in the sensation, my arousal mounting. To my surprise, I find
myself quickly coming. "Now," he says as I start to come, shivering around him. I
feel him letting go too, suddenly harder and larger as he spurts inside me.

But that isn't enough for him. He slides out, then slides his fingers in, moving
to take me with his tongue. He licks our juices, then finds the exact right spots
to arouse me further. I find myself coming a second and then a third time. By the
end of the third time, I notice his cock is erect again, so I start to lick it.
He lets me lick our juices and get him completely hard, but before he comes
again, he pulls me on top of him.

I ride him and soon I feel another orgasm on its way. Two in one night was my
previous record.

"No one else has made me come like this love," I say.

"No one else made you wait for a few hours either, did they?"

He had a point there, and I was riding it. Little did I know we were just getting
started.