Mini Skirt

I was working away at my desk when you pulled up at the office. You parked your car in front of my window, and I leaned back in my chair to verify it was you who just pulled up. You had told me you were coming to the office sometime this morning anyway. You gave me a squinty smile and "air- kiss" when our eyes met. I continued work as you gathered your office stuff from the car in the usual manner. You were looking pretty cute and perky this morning I thought. You had your hair all done up and make up with yourcontacts on. It is impossible to miss those big beautiful eyes of yours. You were wearing your denim mini skirt with an appropriate blouse.

"Good morning!" you bubbled as you walked by to your room with an arm fullof mail and your canvas bag (full too). We chatted as usual about the morning and the "project-du jouer's".

I can smell your Obsessions waft into the room from when you walked by twice already. I can hear the printer churning in the background and the copier. You must be doing bank work.
Then you finally come into the room with a couple folders of stuff for me to sign.

"I need you to sign your life away, again" you joke, as you plop the papers and pen down.

"Oh, boy" I reply as I flip the folder to the first check to endorse.

You smell great, I think to myself again. As you walk behind me, one of your hands runs across my shoulders, as the other reaches up to adjust the blinds to close out some of the outside view at bit better. I sign the first owners draw check and your paycheck and the next sheet is a blank check with a yellow sticky note on it. By this time you are back over by the catalog-cubby-holes and you knock something off the shelf almost on purpose.

I'm reading the sticky note and it says, " I'm not wearing any underwear!"

"Whoa", I say out loud, "who is this check for?"

"Who do you think?" you reply. I look over to where you are and you are bending over with your cute hiney toward me in a sexy pose with one hand reaching down like your trying to pick up some papers. Your skirt is coincidentally raised to clearly show that yes, your are not wearing any undies, and you bat your big blue eyes at me to indicate that the note was not for the UPS guy.

"Well, I just was watching out for my ass-ets" I try to reply with a straight face. Your efforts at catching me off guard were successful.

"Just be sure you sign my paycheck," you say as you turn your back to me and bend down even further at the waist to put a catalog on a low shelf (not really caring where). The effect of your move pushes your perfect buttocks toward me, exposing your privates just a little bit more to the light, but your legs are tightly closed, so that the lips of your pussy show only as two thin tender petals.

"It's hard to get a raise around here" you say.

"Not dressed like that", I exclaim, as I turn in my chair to face you.

"You know you can get a raise out of me anytime: especially, dressed like that."

"Now, Mr. Coleman," you straighten up and frown at me " I think that is sexual harassment." You march over to me to lecture me and sit, facing me, straddling one of my legs. You grab a pen and paper off my desk and start scribbling, as if to write a letter to someone of high authority.

"Dear Mr. So-and-so, It has come to my attention that Mr. Coleman is only interested in my body and refuses to give me proper compensation for all that I do for him...." you rattle off the letter about sexual innuendoes.

As you dictate you begin wiggling your hips to the beat of your own voice. The wiggle becomes more directional and focused as you hit the right spot a few times with your crotch straddling my leg. And your long dictated letter starts getting a few "blah-blah-blah, yakitty-smakitty's" added in as you drop your legs around mine even further and your butt muscles relax to fit your tender petals against my slacks. I reach up and support your movements with my hands on your hips. You are leaning into me close now, with your feet on the ground you grind your hips toward me and place your forehead on my shoulder.

"Oww, I have been thinking about you this morning."

My leg can feel the heat of your crotch and the humidity. I run one hand upacross your blouse and discover an erect nipple with no bra to hide in. The next two grinding passes you make end spastically as your love button comes into contact with my Dockers. You seal your letter dictation first with a peck on my lips, then a longer, wanting and welcome kiss which ends with a nibble on my lip. You scoot closer now, sitting back on your butt, which I am supporting with both hands.

You unbutton the top three buttons of your blouse and ask, "Do you think I have nice credentials?", exposing your breast slightly. You barely get the words out without laughing.

I inspect them in order to answer by running the back of my finger under your nipples and then rolling them back and forth a few times with an added thumb. It causes you to exhale a moan into me, as if to melt, but you recompose your posture when the ripple of pleasure reaches the spot between legs and the muscles of your inner groin tighten to receive it.

"Very nice. You certainly get a raise out of me," I remark.

"Why thank you Mr. Coleman," you mock in a Southern draw, as you grab my now firm shaft through the slacks.

"Oww, would you like for me to file this for you?" you tease. "I think I could put it right here". You slowly pull back your skirt to expose your reddened pussy. Your push your golden pubic hairs aside to show your readiness. A small trickle of juice had even begun to soak my Dockers. I reach down and caress the fleshy folds with the side of my finger.

"It's all yours, baby", you invite. And those were the last understandable sounds we made for the next 45 minutes.

I press my two fingers into your wetness once, then twice, deeper, to reach your juiciness. And with my wetted fingers running up between your skin, I can feel your hidden pebble, so I press it harder. You respond with twice the pressure back onto me so that my fingers slide back down and deeper into your pussy. I continue drawing my fingers upward and I brush the pebble again before my fingers leave your soft petals and move across your golden pubics: spreading the moistness up to your belly. You're breathing deeply. I reach my hands in symmetry under your skirt and around your hips to cup your buttocks.

With a firm squeeze, I pull you closer to me as I stand, and press your pelvis against me. Your arms are between us and you grab my chest and begin to fondle for my buttons. Your big blue eyes are staring straight into me through my own eyes and your breath heats my neck, which you lean in and kiss as you expose more of my chest. Now it is your turn to breathe my Obsessions in.

We kiss so lightly, and intently. Carefully, not bruising the rising passion, but making it grow deeper. Then with a longer kiss, I lean down and pick you up by a lower grasp of your buttocks and swing you up onto the desk. The action sends the swivel chair careening to the file cabinets, but no one cares because our eyes are speaking passionately again.

You reach to me and begin unbuckling my slacks with one hand and cup my balls with the other. The second hand joins the first after feeling its way up to the trouser buttons. You feel what you are needing all right. My shaft is already firm and pointing you out.

"And that is all yours", I offer. I hold your face to kiss you again on the lips. So sweet. Then your temple. Then down to the spot below your neck. All the while, you are successfully freeing me of my Dockers, and they fall to the floor. With one hand half in my briefs and the other on my waist, you pull yourself to the edge of the desk.

When our bodies both reach as close as the desk will allow you extend my shaft to make the connection with your waiting pussy. But the desk is just allows you to tease yourself as if I were a hot toy. The feel of your sexness being rubbed back and forth across the tip of my sexness send waves of pleasure down its shaft to the base of my balls.

My hands, now needing to grasp something to keep me from falling into you, and they find your breast. I cup them both and run my thumbs across your stiffening nipples. The buttons gave away easily with one hand, while the other continued to strum a rose tipped peak. Again, you melt toward me and onto your feet, pushing me back. And in one wordless motion your hands slide down both sides of my underwear and you slowly chase them with your fingers to the floor. As you slowly rise again, your hands run up the back of my legs and I can feel your breath close to my groin. The aroma of my musky manhood, urges you to brush your lips across the base of my shaft.

And you place a gentle, tongued kiss at the hyper-sensitive junction, belo the tip of my cock. My own breath sucks in deep, as the electricity shoots through my body. You finish your kiss with a soft sucking motion, and my entirety throbs back in response followed with my audible groan. You finish your journey upward with a swaying motion allowing your breast to massage their way along my body, one at a time.

Once again, we are kissing, but more heated. Our embrace steadies us as our shoes hit the floor.

You escape your blouse as I free my legs from my pants and underwear.

Again, we kiss greedily, as we crush our bodies together. I grind against your hips as I push your arching mound against my thigh. I bend to kiss and mouthe a nipple and I run my hands under your skirt. I caress one hand back down between your smooth butt cheeks to your fevery hotness.

You accommodate my search by spreading one leg slightly and bracing yourself against me. The lips of your pussy are swollen with desire like a ripe peach. Pressing against them yields the moist entry.

I spread the lips apart to lightly stroke the contents. Again you lean into my hand to encourage the entry of my finger, and your breathing is becoming labored.

My own sex is throbbing and seeking your body for contact.

We must unite our desires.

You follow me down as I bend to one knee. I cradle your waist to the floor, and position myself between your legs. As I lay across your soft white torso, you raise your knees on each side of me, eyes closed with anticipation.

I pull your body to me without entering one last time. Our sexes press together perfectly as you hold your knees up, and my rod lies throbbing between your moist petals. We kiss unattached one last time as I position my burning swollen tip to your pink fleshy entrance, and with slow probing strokes begin lubricating my rod inside you.

Our pleasure has begun.

Your eyes are still tightly closed, but within your breaths you say "yes, yes".

My rod moves further and more smoothly as your body yields with each growing stroke. The sensations, too, are longer as more shaft enters you. Even the audible pleasure of your heavy exhales begin increasing my pleasure, because they anticipate my next stroke
forward. Until finally, we both moan in unison with each full stroke.

My whole cock is inside you now. Thrusting not stroking. Pausing occasionally to soak in the singularity of our now-one body. Your gasps, invite me to grind against you. The pleasure created between the head of my manhood to the hard button on your clitoris tingles mutually as we arch together.

Your pelvis begins to spasm without rhythm to the pressure, and I can feel the muscles inside you tighten around my shaft, pulling me in. As they begin to fade, I withdraw and thrust. You are cupping your own breast now. Holding them tightly and pulling the rock hard nipples, which have turned deep purple.

My thrusts jolt your body with each ending. As the strokes grow longer the shockwaves of energy rush through our bodies in equal time. We take turns changing the angles at which we receive each sensation, taking full advantage of each others pleasure until we both begin our crescendo.

Then, as if an alarm went off, we both reach for each other, and without words, we are looking into each others eyes saying "it's coming".

Our breathing is once again in unison as we brace to one another. Your hands on my bare shoulders, my hands poised to your hips. Over your heaving chest, your widened, attentive pupils stare at me as if saying "go, baby, go", is the final signal for me as I begin to pump into you with the full length of my cock.

Your vagina accepts the harder thrusts willingly and seems to catch each stroke with more anticipation. The energy begins to focus inside me greater and greater, and I aid my thrust further by pulling your hips to mine with each guided effort. Your tingles are replaced by growing waves, which match your own heartbeat. Each pulse of pleasure beginning with the in-stroke of my flesh entering you and each pulse ending with the contact of the swollen tip striking you perfectly inside.

Air leaves your mouth in short high pants as the welcomed orgasm begins to arrive. I too can feel your fullness around my shaft, which now causes my tingles to turn into uncontrolled pulses of bliss. With both of us beginning to lose control, my thrusts become shorter but deeper still.

My whole organ fills to its fullest as I can actually feel the semen about to explode inside me. The added sensations push you over the edge and you begin to undulate with orgasms all over. I too can last no longer, and my contents begin to explode into you. I grip your buttocks tightly such that our universe has been focused into one single spot.

Our rhythmic spasms continue, which to arch your organ onto mine, and further, cause me to pulse inside you. The rushing semen through my penis makes me groan with pleasured relief, and you feel the hot fluid gushing smoothly inside of you.

We continue to pulse and grind against each other in pleasurable triumph of our orgasms. And slowly our bodies relax again into each other. My grip of your butt cheeks slowly releases.

We open our eyes together, and we are close, and breathless. I still pulse inside you and your rhythmic arching is still there. I hold your precious face in my hands and kiss you. Long, soft and gently again. And again.

All the while our bodies still connected and hearts beating as one. As I raise myself up on my hands, I admire your body. It is always so womanly and beautiful to me, and even more so after sex. You can feel me all the way inside you still, surrounded by hot smooth stickiness, but it is a nice feeling. You raise your knees again and seemingly inspect what has happened "down below".

We both admire our lingering connection with approval.

Without words, we decide it is perfect, and we are perfect. Again, without words we look at each other as if to say, "Yep, we are perfect together".

We kiss to seal the statement. The passion is still there, so, again, we
begin to move together, never having lost our connection. Not with the craving fury as before, but with loving admiration for what just happened.

I move myself back and forth inside you more calmly now. The walls of your vagina feel soft and smooth to me. And my gliding shaft feels like silk to you. Our flesh is sensitive, but alive, which feels so good.

We take turns fondle each others breast as we continue. Each time you caress my nipples, I feel the new energy released into my sex drive. I pull myself out long enough to give your breast added attention. The combination of my wet tongue dancing on one, and rolling the other with my fingers, becomes more than you can hold back again. I switch sides to get the other nipple stand up again. You kneed my back with one hand as the other involuntarily moves to your sex soaked pussy.

You find your target easily on your own body and begin massaging your clitoris. Your body responds with the familiar wave already and your pelvis jerks with new spastic electricity again. My free hand moves to encourage you, covering the slender fingers and pressing them on.

As you continue, I add a slower rhythm, and each time your body arches for more, I press your fingers down to catch it. With your breath quickening again, you begin to chant ahh's and eww's. My hand moves lower now, and I insert two fingers into your soaked pussy, which has begun to vibrate from the actions of your own hand.

You roll to me on your side to allow better access. Now, my fingers play deep inside you, reaching for that g-spot. While the "spot" itself is still a mystery, it seems to work, because you begin thrusting against my fingers, while your own finger still play too.

"I want you", you purr. And you move your fingers to my mouth. I can taste our bodies together on you fingers. Mostly of you, but also my own slight saltiness, and it makes me want you more.

I remove my fingers and place them in your mouth. You get a bigger taste of my juicier fingers, so I share it with a kiss. The taste is not unpleasant, but sexual. Especially, when we share it with the kiss.

We giggle with our lips together in what we discovered. I sit up on my knees. I grab one of you legs and forcefully drag it up and across me, placing myself between your legs once again. Your eyes widen as if it was against your will, but when I pull you in close to me again your look softens. Your hands run up and down your body in expectation.

As I lean over to guide my stiffened rod into you, you reach down and spread your pussy open with both hands.

I hesitate at the entrance of your body to tease you, but you greedily pull my cock inside you with your own hands. I continue to push forward in a smooth gentle motion as far as I can. Your delicate fingers are still there to spread your golden gates open.

I begin to slide in and out of your body once again, more methodically this time. Our connection is smooth and lubricated with the juices of our own bodies. I move my knees under you, so that I am in full view of your body and I watch my wet shaft as it repeatedly pierces your mound; but more like the piston of an engine.

Your own hands are indecisive, as they move together from the hidden hot button inside your pussy and your rosy tipped breasts and back again. The angle of my entries pushes against the top walls inside you, where my fingers were moments earlier. The wave of a new orgasm have already started again, and your pelvis shutters unexpectedly.

Quickly you catch the next one with you hand covering your mound again, while the other arm clutches your breasts tightly. The site of your excitement is my signal to push deeper, so I slide on top of you again.

Your eyes remain shut and I watch you bite on your lower lip in concentration. When I push my deepest I can feel the back of your vagina, so I grind at the end of each stroke. The sensation it causes at the tip of my penis makes me tighten each time.

Your body begins to tighten too as the impending orgasm approaches. First your stomach, then your legs, and rhythmically your buttocks thrusts your pelvis into me. You hand monitors my moving shaft and one finger follows my rod in with a few thrusts. The orgasm finally takes full control of your body. You inhale hard, but your breath eeks out in moans.

Every muscle in you goes tight with the single purpose of forcing yourself against me. Your wetted finger quickly strums your clitoris causing uncontrolled spasms. I respond with all my weight forcing down on you with my deepest thrust. You continue to thrash your hips against me until all of your energy is spent, and you collapse beneath me.

You pant to catch your breath in relief as I begin my own orgasm. Your urge me on with your hands on my hips, watching me now, with my eyes closed. With only a few slow deep thrusts, my body now tightens and immediately I cum.

I remain deep inside you with hips arched. I hold your shoulders for leverage as my energy releases. Then too, I am spent.

We are two limp bodies in a heap. The floor is strewn with clothes except for the unbuttoned shirt on me, and the rumpled denim miniskirt, high up on your body. Our faces glow at each other. We take turns applying gentle kisses to each other's faces and bare shoulders. Pulling apart is difficult, as usual.

My limp tool, looking very sad, and your petals are now weeping, soaked, and quite red. We admire each other's bodies for a while longer with tracing fingertips.

Soon, we act playfully, again, as we find our clothes. You reach in your canvas bag and pull out pre-planned clean panties. After successfully donning them on you withdraw a bottle of Chianti and a couple of glasses. Another pleasant preplanned surprise.

We sit cross-legged on the floor talking about weekend plans, and honey-do's. The skirt doesn't hide much as you sit there talking. And while I listen to you, I am looking at you thinking about where we had just been and what we had just done.