by Mia Carson
“Relax, Ryan,” I said. “That’s sort of cute.”
“Sorry…you weren’t meant to see that.”
“It’s kind of hard to avoid,” I smiled.
He looked down at himself and started giggling. “I can imagine.”
I nodded and took a sip of my soda to wet my dry mouth. I hungered for him. But as soon as the drink hit my taste buds, I felt an instant wave of nausea. Without saying a word to Ryan, I got up quickly and ran for the bathroom. I heard Ryan running after me, asking if I was okay, but I couldn’t stop to reply. In the bathroom, I leaned over the washbasin, willing my stomach to calm down.
“Are you okay?” Ryan knocked on the closed door. For a few seconds, I was silent as I tried to catch my breath. “Liv, I’m coming in.”
“No, it’s okay. I’m fine. Give me a few minutes.” I knew how much Ryan worried about me when I got sick and I didn’t want him seeing me like that.
“You sure?” he asked.
“I‘m fine.”
“Okay, I’m out here if you need me,” he said.
A few minutes later, I felt much better. When I opened the door, Ryan almost fell through the door. He had been leaning against it.
“What happened?”
“My dinner didn’t agree me. I feel better, though,” I said.
“Want to go home? We can work at home or finish up tomorrow.”
“No, I’m okay,” I protested. I had plans for him and going home was not part of the plan. I had looked forward to being alone in the office with him since we’d started working there together.
“You’re not feeling well, Liv. I need to take you home and make you rest.” His voice was stern.
“Okay,” I pouted. I knew Ryan enough to know that when he used that voice, there was no changing his mind. I liked the fact that he could take control when needed, but I also hated when he didn’t let me have my way.
We packed our stuff and left the office, dinner forgotten. So much for all the hopes I’d had for the romantic night together in the office. As we drove home, I wondered how to get Ryan alone in the office again. It had been some time since I’d held his cock, and I truly missed him. Our house was no longer an option for sex; our parents were usually home in the evening when we got back from work. I remained silent for most of the drive home, inwardly cursing the turn of events. Damn the nauseous spell! I needed to be more careful of what I ate.
“What’s wrong?” Ryan asked, taking a quick glance at me before focusing back on the road again.
“Just thinking how a perfectly good night just got ruined.”
“It’s okay, Liv. I’m more concerned about you being sick.”
“I’m not sick. It’s just a stomach bug.” I tried not to show my disappointment, but I couldn’t help it.
When we got home, Mom was lying on the couch watching a movie. “Hey, kids, how was your day?”
I looked at Ryan and we both understood not to say anything about my nausea to Mom since I didn’t want her fussing over me.
“It was good,” I said, kissing her on the cheeks. It was a good night until my plans got messed up.
“Great,” Ryan said, then headed upstairs. I followed him closely behind.
The rest of the night dragged on for me. I took a shower and lay on my bed wishing that Ryan would sneak into my bedroom after our parents were asleep. But I continued to wish in vain, as the next time I saw him was the following morning at breakfast.
“Hey, Ryan,” I said as I walked down the stairs. I had made a special effort to dress nice again. I wore a wraparound red dress that accentuated my curves.
“Hey, Liv,” he said casually as he drank a mug of coffee. He looked so good in khakis and a light blue shirt. Damn, what I wouldn’t do to have an extended period of uninterrupted time with him!
“Coffee?” he asked, pouring coffee into my mug before I said a word. Again, he didn’t pay me compliments on my dress, but I felt his eyes rove the entire length of my body. That was all I needed.
“Sure, I could do with some caffeine,” I said, taking the cup from him.
“Ready?” he asked.
I nodded and we were soon in the car making light conversations until we got to work.
***
Over the next few days, my nausea came on almost every day, regardless of whether I ate or not. For the most part, I ignored it, thinking it had to do with stress and a new job. I also tried my best to keep things under control in the office with Ryan, but it was difficult to keep a straight face most times knowing that all I wanted was another opportunity to get Ryan alone in the office – I’d lay flat on my desk and let him fuck the hell out of me.
I didn’t have to wait long. Two evenings later we got an unexpected chance to work late together again. Our supervisor was preparing to give a presentation the following day, and she wanted interns to complete the mundane parts of the project. I jumped on the opportunity, knowing Ryan would work alongside me to complete the project.
“Let’s go to the conference room. More space to spread all this stuff out,” he suggested once everyone left.
“I’ll meet you there. Just need to use the bathroom,” I said.
In the bathroom, I quickly took off my underwear and put on silky black pantyhose that I kept in my work drawer. I loved the feeling of a hand rubbing on my leg through the material of the pantyhose. I unwrapped my red wrap-around dress and removed my bra, releasing my breasts. My hardened nipples poked at the fabric, leaving nothing to the imagination. I had been without sex for too long, and the last great orgasm I’d had was a few weeks ago. It was time Ryan’s cock was inside of me again.
When I returned to the conference room, Ryan’s eyes roved to my nipples as I expected, and honestly, anticipated. I swayed my hips as I walked towards him.
“What are you doing?” he asked as I got closer.
“Trying to seduce you. Is it working?” I said, giggling.
“I need more,” he teased.
I sat next to him and hunched my shoulders so that my breasts pushed towards him. “How about this?”
“A little better,” he said. He got up, pushed my seat away from the table, and sat on the table, his groin right in front of me. He was sporting a massive hard on.
“Wow,” I said, pointing to his cock. “I guess it worked.”
“Maybe.”
I released the latch on my chair, causing it to drop a little lower until my face was on the same level as his hips. His cock was straining in the jeans. I pulled my chair closer to him and slowly unzipped his pants, letting his cock spring out. It seemed bigger than the last time I saw it. I wiped the pre-cum with the tip of a finger, causing him to shudder.
“Do it again,” he said, and I did, which caused him to shudder again. “My turn.”
He put his hand into my dress and cupped one of my swollen breasts gently. I pushed aside the dress, exposing both breasts.
“Oh, gosh,” he moaned as he bent over and placed his lips on mine, kissing, probing, and tasting good.
I lifted my head towards him, arched my neck upwards, and kissed him back. He tasted as good as always. His other hand found my second breast, and he cradled it, rubbing his thumb over the nipple. His hand roved down to my waist, and in a second, he had found the belt. With one swoop, he untied the dress, and I was suddenly, entirely exposed to him.
He lifted his hips up from the table, allowing me to pull his pants down.
“I’ve missed you,” I moaned as I released his cock from the boxers.
He sat back on the table, and once I got his boxers off, I took his cock in my mouth and started bobbing up and down.
“Damn,” he grunted as my mouth went down on him slowly and gently while I cradled his balls with my hands. “Faster.”
He thrust his hips closer to my face, his moans getting louder by the second. I moved faster and harder on him, and when he could not take it anymore, he pulled me up and sat me on the table. He pulled the dress off me, letting it fal
l to the floor. Except for the pantyhose, I was stark naked now. I yanked his shirt off and tossed it on the growing pile of discarded clothes. He pulled me close to him with one hand and squeezed my butt with the other hand. For some time, our hands roved over each other’s bodies, finding the usual spots that gave us pleasure.
He set me gently on the table so that my ass was on the edge, legs widespread, my pussy covered by the silk pantyhose. He rubbed his hands over my silk-covered legs for some time, turning me on with every stroke until I started begging for release.
“Not yet,” he said, smiling as he started touching my clit through the fabric.
“I can’t take it anymore,” I moaned and tried to pull my pantyhose off.
“No, I have a better idea,” he said and took my hands off the pantyhose.
“Whatever, just do it fast,” I said impatiently.
He smiled, and using his forefinger, stimulated my clit a little longer, letting his finger hover for a few seconds over the opening of my pussy.
“Ryan, please. Take the damn pantyhose off,” I grunted. I was so turned on that he needed to fuck me right then and there.
Without warning, his fingers punched a hole directly in front of my pussy.
“So wet,” he said as he touched my pussy. “So fucking wet.”
I felt one warm finger enter me while he held me at my waist, supporting me so I didn’t fall backwards. Soon, he had two fingers in my pussy, working me into a frenzy. I leaned back onto the huge wooden conference table and pulled him gently by the cock towards me, causing his cock to come in direct contact with my pussy.
“Fuck me, please, Ryan,” I moaned. He reached up and rubbed my inner thighs. He spread my wetness all over my pussy, giving my clit the most attention. “Please…” I started but I didn’t have to complete my sentence; he quickly penetrated me, taking me by surprise.
“Fuck,” he moaned as his whole length penetrated me. “So fucking tight.”
Since he was huge, we made a snug fit. I could feel my pussy stretching to accommodate him perfectly. He took his time, slow and steady. With each stroke, I reacclimatized myself with his girth, but soon I wanted more than he was giving.
“Damn it, Ryan. Fuck me hard,” I yelled, grabbing his ass tightly.
I drew myself closer to the edge of the table where he was standing and yanked him closer to me. I appreciated his concern for my comfort, but I really needed him to take me hardcore after all these weeks of anticipation. He picked up the pace and pumped me harder. I wrapped my legs around him. My boobs pushed against his chest with each thrust of his cock.
“Faster,” I yelled as he kept thrusting repeatedly into me. He moaned, his grunts increasing.
I knew he was about to come just like I was. I reached out and held him tight, hugging him as the ripples of orgasm began to spread through us. We held each other close, allowing our orgasms to take over. After our orgasms subsided, he lay on me, spent.
We managed to complete our work that night with giggles and grins and a second round of frolicking that led to me blowing him until he came hard and fast and him paying me back by pleasuring me orally in ways I could never have imagined.
***
The next day, we headed to a house located at East Adams Morgan Court so that we could be ready for our client to arrive by noon. We had to drive separate cars since Ryan had to be there first in order to set things up. Meanwhile, I had to go into the office to pick up some documents.
I was dressed in a red skirt, a transparent cream top, and blue stilettos; I was in the mood to tease Ryan again. The skirt wasn’t as short as I might have wanted, but since we were meeting clients, it was a better choice.
After I picked up the documents, I headed out to East Adams Morgan Court. The house was only a few blocks away from our office and I could have easily walked, but I chose to drive since my stilettos were too high to be comfortable. Within minutes, I was in front of a property I could never afford. The neighborhood looked like a picture from a fancy real estate magazine, and the house stood on three acres of land. The entire street had only six homes, and this house sat at the end of a cul-de-sac. Each home looked like a painting – bricks, stones, marble, pool, fountains, exotic vegetation - and smelled of serenity and old money. I was way out of my league, but the excitement of possibly getting naughty with Ryan in such a posh place was unparalleled. I could imagine all the different rooms and furniture the house contained and all the crazy positions we could explore, if we only got a chance to be alone.
Ryan’s car was parked in the driveway. As I walked up the long driveway, I imagined I was in a fashion show on a runway, swinging my hips. I knew he’d be sitting in his car, watching me in the rearview mirror, and I wanted to give him something to think long and hard about before I reached him.
“Hey,” I said as I reached the driver’s side of his car.
“Hey, you,” he replied, getting out of his car and hugging me.
“What was that for?” I asked.
“Nothing,” he said, grinning.
I smiled. When Ryan grinned naughtily like that, I knew something was on his mind. While he fiddled with the keys, I noted how firm his buttocks were. He had recently started working out a lot more, and his efforts were already showing in his newly toned arms and abs. When he finally got the door unlocked, he turned around to look at me. Since I had been fixated on his ass, I found myself looking at a small bulge forming in his pants. I quickly raised my face and our eyes met. We giggled like elementary school sweethearts rather than two consenting adults.
The alarm went off once he’d unlocked the door. “Fuck,” he swore. “Anyone home?” His voice carried across to the rest of the house, but we heard no response. He quickly walked towards a security keypad on the wall to punch in the code. The alarm stopped beeping.
The house was breathtaking and well maintained. The floor was made of marble – miles of it. Fresh flowers lined the hallway, which stretched beyond my eyesight. The ceilings were high and full of chandeliers of various sizes and shapes. The inside was posh - dark brown carpeting, cream leather sofas, and oak wood furniture. Several family pictures lined the fireplace mantle and walls.
I stood in the hallway while Ryan walked through the rest of the house to make sure we were alone. When he was satisfied that no one else was privy to our morning, we ended up in a very spacious living room equipped with ceiling-to-floor windows. The windows revealed a large yard with a water fountain and lush greenery.
“So, why are they selling?” I asked.
“Who cares?” Ryan said, drawing me closer to him and away from the window. I doubted the neighbors would see us given the expanse of land between the homes.
“What is it listed for? Has to be a least a million.” I grabbed him around his waist. We were leaning on the edge of a nearby table, work and professionalism quickly forgotten.
“Mmmh… two million.”
“Not bad,“ I said as I kissed him lightly.
“Nice.” I wasn’t sure if he was referring to the sale price of the house or to the kisses he was plastering on my neckline. “You smell so good.”
“Thanks,” I said, kissing him on the mouth. “Are there cameras in this house?”
“Oh, shit,” he said, pulling away from me. “Possibly.”
“Damn.” I stepped away from him and glanced around, searching for cameras.
“Just kidding,” he said, drawing me back into his arms and holding me tight.
I kissed him gently, relaxing into his arms. “Our clients will be here soon,” I muttered.
“Yes,” he agreed but didn’t let go of me.
“Someone might come in,” I told him, looking at the door.
“We have at least an hour before the clients show up.” His kisses were now trailing my neck and dangerously approaching my breasts.
“Well, I already completed all the preliminary work. What do you suggest we do for the next hour?” he breathed.
“What we do best
,” I teased.
“Don’t know what that is.”
I turned to him, smiled, and whispered, “Fuck?”
“With pleasure.” He smiled and led me towards a nearby sofa.
After another mind-blowing and orgasmic love-making session, we cleaned up and waited for our clients, a couple. The man and woman arrived just a few minutes after we had detangled ourselves from each other’s arms.
