Working From Home

I was working at home. The sun was shining, the sky blue, and the house too warm, so I was in the garden on a sun-lounger with a laptop and a tall glass of lemonade, trying to be productive. It was proving difficult though; a pair of loose shorts and an internet-full of porn meant that I was continually distracted by the desire to switch away from Excel and give myself some relief. But with deadlines looming, I persevered.

As I worked on the numbers, my phone buzzed, and I picked it up to see a text from you.

“I’m hot”. I grinned, thinking of you at your desk, and the lack of air-conditioning.

“I know. You make me hard”, I replied, deliberately misinterpreting you. I smiled, knowing you’d be cursing me as you sat in your stuffy office.

The phone buzzed again. “Answer the fucking door!!”, the message read.

Confused at first, I pulled on my T-shirt and slipped my feet into my flip-flops, placing the laptop on the grass, before walking into the kitchen and through the house. The door chime was ringing. As I padded up the hall, I could see your silhouette through the frosted glass of the front door, face pressed against it, peering in for signs of movement.

I pulled the door open, and looked at you standing, one hand on your hip and the other still resting on the button. Your long blonde hair was pulled through the back of your cap in a pony-tail, and you wore a light denim shirt tied at your navel, with a denim microskirt and sandals. I looked you up and down, licking my lips.

“Couldn’t you hear me?”, you asked impatiently. “I’ve been knocking and ringing for about 10 minutes”.

“Sorry, I was in the garden”, I replied idly, staring at the your cleavage between the unbuttoned shirt. “Wow, you definitely look hot”.

I pulled you in and pushed the door shut, slamming you up against the wall and kissing you hard. You dropped your bag and slid your hands around my neck, pulling my tongue deeper into your mouth as I pressed my rapidly-stiffening cock against your navel. My hand squeezed your arse through the tiny denim skirt, as my other fingers traced a line down from your shoulder to your chest, cupping and then squeezing you hard. You moaned, as your tongue explored my mouth.

I broke the kiss, breathing deeply. Your hand trailed down across my crisp white tee, your fingertip heading towards the waistband of my shorts, tracing a line to the tip of my erection, which was stretching my shorts taut. My cock pulsed as you fingers encircled it through the thin material, gripping me firmly.

“Let’s get you out of those hot clothes”, I breathed in your ear, turning and leaning against the wall, and pulling you in front of me. You pushed your firm bottom back onto my groin, and I kissed the back of your neck, watching your reflection in the hall mirror as my hand snakes from your hips up to the denim knot on your navel. I pulled the tips and your shirt swung open, revealing your bikini top beneath it – two small white cotton triangles covering your pert tits, with a halter-string leading up to your knape. I pulled the shirt down off your shoulders, and dropped it to the floor, your arse momentarily moving away from me before you pushed back your hips again, grinding against my cock.

You threw your head back on my shoulder, my tongue and lips trailing kisses up your neck and cheek as my fingers slipped up inside your bikini-top, cupping your firm breasts and making circles around your hard nipples. You wriggled as I squeezed and rubbed your chest, moaning and sighing with each tweak of your hard pink nubs.

“Mmmmm”, you breathed, reaching up behind your head with one hand and drawing the loose string tight to undo the halter. “I’m soooo fucking hot now…”.

I watched you in the mirror as the strings around your neck dropped apart; the bikini flopped down, revealing my hands cupping your gorgeous tits. You pulled the string behind your back and with a light flick the tiny white garment dropped to the floor. I slipped my hands to your waist, pulling you tightly into me and staring at your topless reflection, marvelling at your deep red-pink nipples standing proud and hard.

I kissedd your neck and cupped your tits again, and you slipped your slipped down inside the waistband of my shorts, my knees trembling slightly as your soft touch delved down toward my thick hard shaft. As you brushed my tip, the coolness of my pre-come smeared your fingertips and my cocks jerked with your touch. You slipped your fingers around my shaft, slowly stroking me, wanking me gently as you pushed back against me.

I dropped one hand from your chest and pushed down across your stomach, sliding it over the wide strip of denim that was trying to be a skirt. I pulled the frayed hem up, reaching between your legs, instantly feeling you push your hips forward to meet my touch. My fingers brushed across the thin cotton triangle covering your pussy, sensing the heat; as I cupped your mound, my fingers feeling the softness of your labia through the wet fabric, you let out another moan.

“Your cunt feels so hot and wet”, I whispered into your ear in a low voice. I pressed my fingers hard, pushing the cotton briefs into your slit. “So fucking hot, and so fucking wet”.

“I need to be fucked…”, you sighed back, moaning as I twisted your nipple again and you squeezed my thick cock in your hand. “Fucked hard.”

I pushed the thin cotton aside and watched the reflection of my hand cupping your pussy, as my fingers slid into you. You were dripping wet, hot and tight, and as my second and third fingers filled you I could feel you sigh, your chest rising and falling in my other hand. I slowly slid my hand back and forth, fucking you with my fingers and rubbing your clit with my thumb. You began to rock your hips forward and back, driving my fingers deeper into your pussy, pressing your breast against my other hand as I tweaked and twisted your nipple.

“Oooooh, fuck yes” you groaned, your hand behind your back stroking my cock faster and firmer as I fingered you faster and harder.

Finally, unable to take any more, you pushed forwards, planting your hands on the mirror leaving sweaty handprint smears, arching your back and pushing your firm denim-covered arse towards me.

“Cock…. now” you moaned under your breath. “F-f-f-uck me now”, you stuttered between breaths.

I pulled your skirt up over your arse, looking at the thin cotton string of your bikini brief which trailed between your cheeks before widening to barely cover your pussy. I pulled it aside, exposing your wet pink lips, trailing a finger across them as I pulled my shorts down, my cock springing free. I rolled back my foreskin, and pulled your cheeks apart, spreading you wide, and drove my cock deep into your cunt; you squealed as my thick shaft filled you, stretching your wet soft lips wide. I placed my hands on your denim skirt which had ridden up to your waist, and stroked into you, pulling your hips back hard until my cock rippled your tight pussy completely. I watched your face in the mirror, eyes closed and biting your lip as I fucked you harder and harder, little rivulets of perspiration running down your spine. You pushed your feed apart, spreading yourself wider for me, urging every inch of me deep into you. As I drove my hips forward you dropped a hand, reaching between your legs and cupping and fondling my smooth balls which dripped with your juices. I moved one hand up your ribs, roughly kneading and squeezing your breast, taking your blonde ponytail in my other hand and pulling back hard, snapping your head back as I thrust my fat cock deep inside you. Faster and faster I fucked you, hard and harder, your muscles spasming and clenching my shaft as each little climax rocked through you, until you felt my balls lift and tighten in your fingers, my cock twitching. You squeezed my sack gently, fingers stroking the base of my shaft as my own orgasm rose inside me, my hard shaft pulsing as it slid in and out of your tight cunt.

I exploded inside you, thick hot spunk filling you up, oozing out of you onto my balls and your fingers as I stroked in and out of you, my hand crushing your breast, your gleaming back and arse dripping with sweat.

As the last streams of sticky come filled you, I slowed my thrusts and collapsed onto you wrapping my arms around you and pulling you back upright. Your arse pressed firmly against me, and my cock still inside you, I kissed your nape, breathing in the scent of your exertions.

“Mmmmm…. I’m still hot though”, you sighed as I slipped out of you. You turned around and kissed me hard, taking my still-firm cock in your hand and stroking it, smearing my mess along my shaft. “I need a drink. Have you got any ice Lollies in the freezer?”.

I unbuttoned your mini-skirt and watched it drop to the floor, and looked at your tiny white bikini briefs stretched wet and taut over the soft mound of your pussy.

“Yes, but we need a cool shower first. I’m sure there will be something hard for you to suck on though”, and I led you up the stairs.