“You have a Tanya Mitchell here to see you. Should I send her in?” And my hunch was correct. After the long trying day I've had since lunch, I really need to get away.
“Go ahead and send her in, I'm expecting her. Thanks.”
“No problem Sarah, have a good day.”
“You too Cat, see you tomorrow.” I think back to the highlights of my day. The sex before work, explosive as always. Lunch sex however was a much bigger spectacle. Brent had me panting and begging before either of us had our clothes off. I was spread across his desk as he kissed every inch of my clothed body, writhing beneath him, running my hands over his chisled body through his dress shirt. The only exception was his suit jacket that was slung over the back of his chair.
“When you cum, I want to swallow your cries.” He told me while unbuttoning my blouse, trailing his lips behind his fingers until he reached the tops of my breasts. His tongue traced the edge of my bra and I was breathless, needing to feel him.
I'm yanked from my memory of what has to be the hottest sex I've ever had the pleasure of experiencing as Tanya knocks on my door and pokes her head inside. “You ready, chick? Rachel just texted me and said she'd be there in about twenty minutes. If we leave now, we should get there right about the same time.”
“Yeah just give me a few minutes to save and close out of everything and I'll be good to go.” I'm almost glad she interrupted my reminiscing, my panties are already wet, I can only imagine how soaked they'd be if I replayed our mutual climaxes over again in my head. I'd most likely be a puddle on the floor. Yeah, it was that hot.
Grabbing my phone from the top drawer of my desk, I see that Rachel texted me the same thing as Tanya, letting me know how long it will be before she reaches Normandi's.
“Let's blow this joint, I can't get out of here fast enough today. Let's go land us a cake.” I wish I would have thought to bring a change of clothes. While Tanya's looking cute in her maxi dress, I have on a skirt suite, even though it's a nice modern set it still pales in comparison to a nice, light, comfy dress. I shed the jacket, thankful for small victories.
It's rather warm today and I'm feeling optimistic that the colder weather is behind us. I take us on a detour and stop at Brent's office. His door is slightly ajar and I can hear him on the phone. I pause before knocking, when I hear my name. “No I haven't told her.” It's quiet for a few seconds while whoever is on the other end of the phone talks. “Of course I love Sarah. What kind of stupid question is that.” Another pause. “Sorry I know your just doing your job. Yes, I'll be there. I really need to get this figured out, I can't keep doing this. It's killing me.” I hear him thank the person on the other end. He hangs up and releases a deep breath.
I lightly knock on his door and wait to be invited in. I have no idea what to think about as to what I just overheard. It didn't sound too bad, I know he's not cheating on me, but it didn't sound good either. “Hey baby, I'm heading out. I'll let you know when we're done and on our way home.” I say as I make my way towards his desk. The same surface I was stretched out on this afternoon. The shiver that runs through me doesn't go unnoticed by Brent and he gives me a panty melting smile as he looks between me and my new favorite place to make love to my man. “I love you.” I place a kiss on his lips before going back into the hall where Tanya's waiting for me.
“I love you too beautiful, always.” I blow him one last kiss and I close the door behind me.
“Is everything alright?” She asks with concern etched on her features.
“I wish I knew, he was acting a little off last night. Seems fine today though. I think so.” I shrug my shoulders and slip my arm through hers. “We better hurry, Rachel's defintely going to beat us there now. Poor Sheri.” We both laugh at the implication that we both know will become a reality. She is going to drive that poor woman crazy without us there to act as a buffer. Ilyanna's her best friend so she's bound to be extremely picky. She has been so far with no indication of letting up anytime soon.
Normandi's is a cute little store front in downtown. The windows are full of Sheri's cakes and I just know we're going to love what she comes up with for us. There are only a few tables scattered throughout the small space. Several cases line the walls showing all sorts of various cake decorations. And just as we suspected, Rachel's beat us here and is towards the back, sitting at a desk with who I assume is Sheri. Tanya grabs my hand and starts tugging me towards them.
Sheri stands when we reach the table and introduces herself. “Hi, I'm Sarah, it's nice to meet you.” She takes my hand in a strong handshake and turns to shake Tanya's hand. She returns the handshake, introducing herself and takes a seat next to Rachel. I take the seat next to her and we quickly get down to business.
I can see there's already a pink duck perched on her desk, the inspiration for the cake. “Tell me a little bit about what you'd like incorporated into the cake. Shaped? Or stacked rounds perhaps?” She asks with a sketchbook laid out in front of her, pencil waiting paitently between her fingers, itching to get started.
Rachel's done most of the talking, Tanya and I offering very little. Honestly we've been agreeing on pretty much everything she's said, only piping in a few times with small little details. In the end we decided on three layers tiered, with quilted fondant in a pale pink. Little haystacks will lay on the edge of each layer, offsetting each other, with a darker pink duck next to each one. Stacked blocks on the top will spell out Baby O'Donnell. It sounds perfect.
With only three more weeks until the shower, I'd say we're making pretty good time. After paying the deposit we go our seperate ways. Rachel, home to John, and Tanya and I to my house. We made plans to meet up on Sunday to finish the favors. I told Rachel our basic idea, but that I'd also text her a picture of the final product for appoval.
On the way home I call Brent and let him know we'll be home soon and decide on Chinese for dinner. Hopefully we can nail this favor down quick. I want him all to myself as soon as possible. He calls me insatiable, and he's right. Only him. I've never felt the way I do about him with anyone else.
It might make me sound needy, but I don't care. I would spend every second of every day with him if it was possible.Yup, I'm completely smitten, and I wouldn't want it any other way.
reluctance
Sitting in his dull office, I listen to Dr. Charles drone on and on about the importance of reiterating my dreams, after refusing to elaborate. Sure, I gave him the gist of them, but he wants play by play.
Scrubbing my hands over my stubble, I look up to him, a desperate plea in my eyes. “I just can't, it hurts so damn much.” We sit staring at each other for what seems like hours before I concede with a heavy sigh.
After going through every sordid detail, he sits back, his foot resting on his knee and brings his hand up to his chin, cupping it, deep in thought. “Well, from what you've told me, it seems as if you have a pretty good idea of what's causing it. As for how to get them to stop, that's something all together different.” He picks his notepad up that he's dropped onto his desk and begins to write some things that I can't see. “How do you feel about your relationship with Sarah?” He asks and waits patiently in the safety of his impressive leather chair, leaving me feeling exposed and vulnerable on this little sofa that's making my ass numb.
I want to ask him if he can't afford something a little more comfortble for his patients, but I refrain. It's not his fault I'm in a sour mood. “I feel secure, I know she loves me, I can feel it. I want to marry her.” I watch as he scratches something down on the paper before lifting his chesnut eyes back up to mine, scrutinizing me, waiting, I don't know what else to tell him, so I just sit and study him like he does to me. He seems to be in his late fourties, early fifties. There are plaques and awards littering the walls, which tells me he's good at what he does.
“Have you told her about these dreams?” He asks, again silently waiting for my answer. I have no idea why it matters if I've told her or not.
“Yes, well the f
irst one anyway. I didn't tell her about the last one.”
“Alright, our time is about up. Go home and tell her about it. Get her take on it. You'd be surprised how much full disclosure will help with the other person involved. Come back and see me the same time next week. I think certain things may be triggering these dreams. Maybe a certain action from Sarah. Now I'm not saying that's definite, but I'd like to explore all options before jumping into any form of medication.” He says, I don't understand it, but I'll do it anyway. He's the doctor and if he thinks it will help, I'm all for it.
I just nod my head as I get up from my chair and take his hand in a firm handshake. “Thank you, Dr. Charles, I'll see you next week.” I leave his office no less confused than when I entered.
You know what they say, Rome wasn't built in a day, I just have to be patient.
*****
I had just finished up packing some of my things when my phone rings. Sarah's beautiful, smiling face lights up the screen and my mood immediately improves. “Hey baby, what's up?”
“Just wanted to let you know we're heading home. How does Chinese sound?”
“That sounds good, let me just finish a couple last minute things and I'll be on my way. Do you want me to just get the usual?”
“Yeah, get some extra egg rolls for Tanya please, everything else should be fine. I'm not extremely hungy. For food anyway.” I can hear the seduction in her voice as she says the last few words.
“Oh believe me I'm just as hungry for that as you are. I love you, see you in a little bit.”
She giggles into the phone, “Love you too, always.”
I disconnect the call with her and search my contacts for Chang's. After placing the order, I load the few boxes I have into her car and head to the restaurant.
Walking into the house with the food, I can hear the girl's laughter in the kitchen, I follow the sound and drop the bags onto the counter.
“Thank God, that smells so good.” Tanya says and jumps up from her seat in haste to get some. “Sorry I'm starving. I had to skip lunch today. This new internship is brutal.”
I take plates down from the cabinet and motion for her to have at it as I go steal a kiss from my girl. “Mmmm, I've missed you baby.” I tell her, once I've come up for air.
“Not as much as I've missed you.” She swats me on my ass as I leave her side to raid the fridge for a much needed cold one. I can see the girls have already started drinking, empty wine cooler bottles cover the rest of the tabletop that's not overcome with favor supplies. “Let me clean some of this up so we have some room to eat.” she tells me and I join her in clearing the table, grab myself a plate and sit with them while we eat.
“So Tanya, where did you say you were interning again?” I ask to make polite conversation, when really I just want her to leave so I can eat my food off of Sarah's naked, supple skin as I pleasure her with my hands. Sounds messy, and I plan to save some room so I can do just that as soon as we're alone.
She finishes the bite of food in her mouth and washes it down with a swig of her drink before answering. “I'm with WBCN, sports division. I'm not sure I'm feeling the radio aspect of it, but it's a start. I'm hoping to make my way into television.” She seems happy enough.
“It's all about working your way up. I can only imagine all the crap jobs you'll have to endure. I briefly interned for a small company before Braydon hired me on. It gets better, I promise.” I turn to Sarah and ask, “How was the rest of your day baby?” She turns the cutest shade of red, no doubt remembering the last time we saw each other today.
“It was good, we got Ilyanna's cake ordered, Sheri was really nice. I'm just glad to finally be home.” She takes my hand in one of hers and continues to hold it as she polishes off the food on her plate.
How fuckin' long are they going to be working on those damn ducks? I look at my phone and see it's already ten o'clock. I've been watching sports center for a good couple of hours now, wishing Tanya would hurry up and leave. I know it's shitty of me, but what the hell? I want my girlfriend to myself.
As if reading my mind from the kitchen, the girls make their way into the living room and Sarah walks Tanya to the door, who looks back at me and waves goodbye before Sarah closes the door and the distance to me. She's still in her outfit from work, minus the jacket and she climbs on top of me, straddling my hips. “I thought she would never leave.” She groans as she grinds my cock with her sadly, still covered core.
All I can do is groan as I slowly unbutton her shirt and toss it to the ground, revealing her hot as hell black, lace bra. Burying my face in her swells, I glide my tongue along the seam between them, making Sarah writhe in my lap. I pick her up, legs wrapped around my waist and carry her into the kitchen and place her onto the table. “Mmmm, I've been wanting to do this since dinner.” I shed my shirt and shuck my pants down my legs and off in record time. She squeals as I attack her, pushing her down and hovering over her, hunger in my eyes as I slowly work her skirt up her thighs, revealing my treasure.
I love that she can't stop touching me, all of me. Her hands glide over my shoulders, chest and stomach, searching for her prize. I move within reach and when her tight grip finally meets me over my boxers, I lose all control. “Yes.... Please..... Brent....” She loses control as I pop her tit out of her bra and wrap my lips around her aroused nipple and suck, hard. “Fuck, fuck me... please.” My pleasure.
“You don't have to ask me twice.” I tell her and suddenly have a change of plans. I scoop her up off of the hard surface. She should have the comfort of a bed. I already had her on my desk this afternoon, once is enough. What I have in mind wouldn't work on the table anyways.
“Strip for me.” She looks at me with an eyebrow raised, lust shining in her eyes. “Oh, your gonna get a show too.” I tell her as I take my cock from my boxers and start to stroke. I lick my lips and she complies, slowly, oh so fuckin' slowly starts to take her bra straps down her arms. I watch enthralled with her movements. She bites her lip and shakes her head while covering her tits, all of a sudden shy, and I realize, this is all part of her tease.
My cock is so hard in my hands as she walks towards me, she's cupping them in her hands now, pinching her nipples. She gets down on her knees in front of me and wraps her tits around my cock and moves in a slow bouncing motion. “Fuck, Sarah, that feels fucking fantastic baby.” I lift her up, still wearing just as much clothes as she was when we came into the room and attack her mouth with my own. We're all lips, tongues, and hands as we finish undressing each other, never parting from our kiss until we're both completely naked. I remove my mouth from hers to demand two little words, “Bed, now.” She quickly obeys, climbing onto the bed on all fours, shaking that glorious ass for me. My hands find her perky globes and sqeeze before landing a solid slap on one of her ass cheeks. Laying down on my back, I tell her to turn around. “Come up here and put that pussy on my face baby.” She does as I say, straddling my face and immediately takes my hard prick in her hands, stroking a few times before bending and licking the tip.
I slip my tongue into the honey dripping from her lips, bringing my hands up between us, I breach her folds and insert a single finger on one hand while parting her with the other. I attack her clit with my tongue, alternating licking her slick button and her slit, making her cry out, “Oh my God Brent, I'm gonna cum so fucking hard,” and I feel her orgasm burst forcefully all over my face.
She resumes milking my cock with her silky soft lips, her tongue sweet, sweet torture, licking around my head as she sucks hard. She decends on my cock, taking me all the way to the back of her throat and back up again. I continue to fuck her with three fingers as she gives me what feels like the best head of my life. “I can't take it anymore baby. I need to slide my cock inside you.” She moans around me, her mouth too full to form words and I can see that I'm going to have to forcefully remove her lips from me. “Sarah......” It's a plea, I love cumming in her mouth, but not tonight, I need to be wrapped in tight sheath, fe
eling her muscles spasm around me as we climax together.
I roughly take hold of her hips and flip her around so she's facing me. She teases me, grabbing my dick and lining it up with her promise land. She slowly glides me along her lips and I reach up and take her tits in my hands, massaging them. I sit up, enclosing one of her nipples in my mouth as she inserts me, oh, so slightly into her tight cunt. I let out a harsh hiss, she's gonna fuckin' kill me if she doesn't slide her velvety soft pussy fully onto me. I buck my hips hard, effectly going balls deep. I stay still for a moment, adjusting to her heat wrapped around my shaft, and she slowly undulates on me. I bring my hands from her tits, down her sides and hold firmly onto her hips and set a punishing rhythm.
She leans forward, resting her hands on my chest and really starts to move, crying out with each of my thrusts. “Shit... fuck... shit.” She curses and I can feel her muscles clench before going over into another powerful organsm.
“Fuck Sarah baby, I'm gonna fuckin' cum with you. Sqeeze my cock, yeah, you feel so damn good.” My words drown out the last of her whimpers as I unload inside her depths. We lay there panting, stroking each other's sides, until our breathing returns to normal. “I love you, forever.” I whisper, kissing her head.
“I love you too, always.” She tells me as she lifts herself off of me and makes her way to the bathroom. I follow, might as well save some water.
*****
Finally. I think to myself as I see the number that's calling is from New Hampshire. It's Friday and I was beginning to think I'd never see my car again.
“Hello?” I answer on the third ring.
“Hey. Is this Brent?”
“Yes. How can I help you?”
“This is Mike, calling to let you know your car's ready to be picked up. We'll be open until six tonight and noon tomorrow.”
“I'll definetly be up there today. Thanks for calling I'll see you later.”
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