My Not So Proper Englishman
Its Friday afternoon, almost time to go home for the weekend.
My husband and son are in California by now for their fishing
trip, but I couldnt leave my employees without someone
to handle crises. Id just gotten out of a very important
conference call, but wasn't feeling jazzed as I usually
did. Im feeling lonely, no one is waiting at home for me
and I really need a man tonight. Cybersex will have to do.
I think of my special chat buddy and hope that he has time
for me this evening. Its nighttime there so hell have
eaten and settled down to do whatever he does when hes not
working or chatting with me. Maybe hes gone into London
for some fun. Yesterday, he sent a note with some good news.
Londons in the path of a high-pressure front and the whole
weekend, possibly even Monday, is expected to be sunny
and fairly warm. He said he might go to a soccer game.
While I hope hes out on the town tonight, perhaps even found
a woman to be with, a little part of me hopes that hes online
waiting for me. Hes so funny and kind, and his imagination
is sexier than heck. Weve had a great time, sharing our
fantasies. Hes a doctor at a large hospital outside of
London, and I own a gemstone company. We have similar backgrounds
and tastes. Its very easy to share my thoughts with him
even when we arent cyber-fucking.
Too bad well never meet. Beside the geographic difficulties
of an American and a Brit meeting for some extracurricular
fun, theres my husband and son. I love both of them too much
to ruin my marriage for a little, ok a LOT, of fun and exploration.
Trying to find time away from them would be too difficult
to arrange, or explain. But, sometimes I just need a little
something extra, so erotic chat is it. Ive told him that
he is the only man for whom Id consider breaking my marriage
vows, but he said a doctor like him doesnt get many opportunities
to travel outside the country. Thats just as well I think
now. He could easily become addictive if he were in reach.
I hear a knock on my office door and look up to meet the blue-green
eyes of a handsome, brown haired man, tall and muscular.
Not in a body builder way, but like someone whos no stranger
to physical work. He looks so yummy, I forget my manners
for a moment as I drink in the sight of his body. Then he smiles,
and I stand up to ask if I could help him? He has such a nice
smile, it reaches right into his eyes. I feel myself getting
aroused and moist. This is so not like me, I think, but he
does look my husband. Must be misplaced lust. I feel relief
at finding an acceptable explanation for my bodys unexplained
flowering.
He says, Yes, Im looking for Selina Montrose. Are you
she? I reply, Yes, what can I do for you?. You explain
that what you have to say should be said in private. As I motion
for you to sit down, I close the door and pull my chair to face
you to facilitate our conversation. Waiting until Ive
sat down, you sit in the heavy antique chair I indicated.
Im proud of my newest acquisition, and seeing such a nice
looking man being the first to sit in it makes me appreciate
it even more.
As I wait for you to continue, I wonder what I could possibly
do to help you. From the sound of your voice and diction,
you appear to be a very educated man from somewhere other
than America, Europe perhaps, but Im not sure where. Your
accent is very faint and you speak without hesitation.
My business hasnt yet expanded outside the US so I cant
imagine what you want with me, nor why you needed privacy.
And, if you were a new gemstone rep from one of the wholesalers
with whom I did business, we certainly wouldnt need to
be secretive and I would have had advance notice. But, I
wait for you to tell me whats brought you to my office. I
certainly have nothing else to do that evening, and youre
very easy on the eyes. Maybe we could go out to dinner. That
would use up a couple hours of loneliness. Then I could meet
my chat lover and tell him all about the luscious guy who
showed up today. Maybe we could work him into a threesome
fantasy. I feel my pussy getting even wetter. Impatient
with my woolgathering, I turn my attention back to you.
Finally you tell me you know me and are very glad to meet face
to face, and I get confused. Youve still not told me your
name and Ive never seen you before, but you look so sincere.
Then you add that youve come from Britain to meet me because
Id told you I was going to be alone and needing some comfort
this weekend.
Michael? I gasp. You grin as you tell me Yes, my cybermate,
I am here for you. I get lightheaded from the shock of this
revelation and sway in my chair. You quickly get up to steady
me and lower my head between my legs to cure the faintness.
I smell my arousal as I breathe slowly and deeply. When Ive
recovered, I move into your arms for a hug that quickly turns
into a long searching kiss, and just before I sink into the
waves of pleasure your talented tongue is giving me, I think
I am sooooo glad I dressed like this today! You sit down
in my new chair and pull me down onto your lap to continue
our kiss. I rub your shoulders and chest, so happy that Ive
finally met you. Youve given me so much pleasure with your
emails, that I feel my pussy moisten for you even more at
the memories.
I feel your manhood growing under my lap as we nibble and
kiss every bit of bare skin we can reach. I grow daring, knowing
that no one will be bothering to ask for my help the rest of
the day, as theyre all talking about their plans for the
weekend. In between caresses and kisses, you tell me you
had an opportunity to come to Phoenix for a medical conference
that you had originally turned down as not being necessary.
You explain that once I had mentioned my family was leaving
town on Friday morning for a week, you signed up for the trip
immediately. Your partners could take care of your workload,
you said, and you wanted to surprise me with a long weekend
of sexual exploration in your hotel. You say staying at
the hotel will make our tryst a delicious secret and help
protect my marriagethe only thing I value more than you
as Ive said many times before.
This makes my heart swell for you as much as my pussy was doing
that very moment. Ive never had sex with another man, and
the thought excites me so much I stand up and kneel in front
of you. Slowly I open your trousers and release your already
pulsing, hard cock. I take your head into my mouth and even
more slowly glide my wet lips down to your base. I feel you
grab my long hair and the back of my head to press it against
your groin. You like what Im doing as I flick my stiff tongue
around and across your cocks head and dip into the slit.
I do this over and over again until I taste your pre-cum.its
so sweet/salty. I lave you thoroughly with my tongue and
lips until you cant stand it any longer.
You pull me up to stand astride your legs, pressing your
cock against my silk-shirt clad belly, as you reach down
with your other hand to finger my pussy and clit. You find
my little secret crotch-less pantyhose and no panties,
and look up at me. I smile, then tip my head back in pleasure
as you slip first one then, two fingers into my slit their
full length, your thumb covering my sweet little passion
button. You pull them out, then thrust them back in, faster
and faster, fingers curved to scrape my g spot, thumb rubbing
in the same rhythm, until I cum all over your hand, stifling
my cries so the few people left in the office wont hear me
through the office walls.
You pick me up to support my legs over your shoulders, back
laying flat on your lap, my long curly brown hair hanging
down to the floor, to replace your hand with your mouth.
You suck greedily at my juices, prolonging my orgasm for
an unbelievable period of time with your hard thick tongue
stabbing at my clit and into my pussy, lapping and stabbing
and suckling, holding me firmly against your face, your
hands grasping my ass, until I cum again and you drink me
in. After I recover, you help me to stand and I pull you up
beside me and push your trousers down your legs - finding
that youve come preparedno underwear. The tip of your
cock is glistening with more pre-cum and you pulse and appear
to grow larger as I gaze at your favorite tool. I have you
sit in the chair again and your erection springs up and rubs
your abs, no slacking for this cock.
I turn around and rub your cocks head through my folds until
it reaches my clit, then back again. I do this for a few moments
more, then slowly impale myself on your magnificent cock,
the feel of it sliding slowly into me, as I sit backward onto
your lap. Your cock rubs my g spot because of the angle at
which were joined and you can reach me in many places easily.
You fill your hands with my breasts. You press them together
firmly and flick my nipples, causing me to moan in ecstasy,
your huge cock filling my pussy like my breasts fill your
wonderfully talented hands. No one has ever made me feel
the way you do, as if I could do this all day and cum all night
too. I slowly rise up a little way, then slowly slide back
down your hot, thick rod. I feel my juices coating the hot
satin skin of your cock as you continue to roll and pinch
my nipples and knead my full tits through my shirt and bra.
They fascinate you, as does my clit, now hiding again. You
slowly slide one hand down my smooth plump belly, wishing
you could caress my bare skin, and on my next glide upwards,
you smooth my skirt up so it's above my waist, baring
my satin soft skin for your pleasure. Never have I been so
glad Im a woman, to give and receive so much pleasure.
Your hands slide back under my silk shirt to unhook my bra,
spilling my large and aroused breasts out into your hands.
You roll my naked nipples around in your fingers, as I continue
to move up and down on your now engorged cock. You lean back
into the chair to further connect with my swollen g spot
and increase my pleasure. You are so thoughtful, thinking
of my pleasure first.
I hear my employees getting ready to leave for the day. They
call out "See you Monday, Selina" and "Have
a great weekend!". I manage to reply to each one with
some semblance of normalcy, even though we are fucking
on the other side of a thin wall. I think to myself Its good
to be the boss.
The building empties of all employees and were finally
totally alone. No one will hear anything we say or do now,
unless the janitor comes in early, or someone forgot something
important. Thats very unlikely, but the thought of its
possibility makes me even hotter.
As we continue our sensual dance, the pace of our rhythm
increases so that now we are thrusting towards each other
in faster and longer strokes. We can both hear the wet sucking
sounds my pussy makes as your cock is pulled out, then the
slapping of our bodies meeting again, your balls bouncing
against my ass. As our pace increases, you slide one hand
down to my pussy and find my now large and swollen clit being
rubbed along and stretched out on top of your rigid and ridged
cock. You look down at our joined bodies, then groan out
loud and describe the sight to me. I wish I could see it and
try to look down and around my shoulders or through my legs.
You tell me each stroke in and out swells her ever further.
We speed up towards the only possible conclusion.
Suddenly you lunge upwards and carry me over to my desk,
still deep in my pussy. You stand me up on my footrest, and
bend me down onto my desk. My high heels on top of the footrest
help keep my round ass high up in the air so you can deeply
pump my pussy without strain. As you thrust deeper and deeper
into me, you use your hands to pull my firm rump into the best
position for burying your huge thick length as far into
my tight wet pussy as any human could thrust it. My inner
muscles clench around you tightly as you bring me to climax
once more, my juices dripping down my thighs now. You slow
your pace now to prolong this absolutely, mind-bending
orgasm for what feels like forever.
Eventually, I come back down to Earth, and you speed up again.
You groan deep in your chest as you feel how wet youve made
me, and press my legs closed a little to increase the delicious
friction of our frantic coupling. Weve gone too far to
stop now. If anyone comes in, hell get the show of his life.
Your back bends backwards with every thrust, trying to
get every last fraction of an inch of yourself in me. You
thrust harder, then change your grip to use your hands on
my shoulders to pull me back onto your cock as you thrust
into my dripping pussy. You arch back farther than youve
done before and shout my name out loud as your seed begins
to spurt, your cock spasming and convulsing in my now throbbing
pussy. As you continue to pump your still massive cock in
my slit, you reach around and again rub and pull my clit until
Im writhing, reaching for that pinnacle of feeling only
you have brought me. I cum, screaming the whole time Ohhh
God! Michael! Im cuuummming. Fuck me! Fuck me hard!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Fuck me Michael, fuck me harder!
Finally its over and we rest spooned on top of the desk,
trying to regain enough strength to get dressed and go to
your hotel room. The thought of what will happen there,
makes my pussy flutter again. Im surprised at how aroused
I still am and wonder how well make it to the hotel without
fucking again. Rush hour is a bitch to drive anywhere. I
think that maybe we can talk to each other on our cell phones
on the way over. Talk? More likely phone sex, I think to
myself.
As we leave the building, the guard tells us Michaels limo
is waiting at the curb. He hands me gently into the butter-soft
leather interior and the driver pulls into traffic. I get
an idea about what we can do to make rush hour traffic bearable.
It may change my mind forever about traffic jams.
More later........ ;)
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