The Quickie

Fuck. I should have turned my phone off before the meeting started…or, at least resisted the urge to check my messages.

You’ve been texting me dirty photos from the other room all day. That’s definitely one of my favorite benefits of both of us working from home…

That last image you sent is so fucking hot. Can’t get my mind off it. You in your buttoned dress opened practically to your waist. I really, really want to check my phone to see what you’ve sent me now…but I shouldn’t.

What I should be doing is listening to my manager talk about the new budgetary policy. Focus, focus.

Oh, fuck it, I have no self-control.

Holy shit. The dress is completely gone now. Your bra is off and you’re circling one of your nipples with your fingers.

How much longer is this meeting supposed to go? Probably got another ten minutes at least. Fuck. I’m getting really turned on right now. At the most inappropriate time, of course. You must be done with all your meetings for today. What I wouldn’t do to be in the bedroom with you right now…

I try not to make it obvious that I’m looking at my phone instead of my computer screen. There’s like…ten other people in this meeting with me, so I doubt anyone is paying attention to what I’m doing…hopefully. Another text from you…asking when I’ll be done with my meeting.

I message you back that I’ll hopefully be done soon… and that I’ve got just fifteen minutes until my next meeting. Hopefully you get my drift. Just eight more minutes. I can wait, I can wait. If any of my co-workers knew what I was thinking about right now…

I have such an urge to touch myself under my desk. Oh god, it’d be so wrong, though. Fuck.

I cross my legs and squeeze my thighs together. Mmm, that feels good. I could just…rub myself through my pants…

“Um...uh, right. Right, yes, the, um, the budget for the development team has had a - 13% increase this quarter. ”

That’s what I get for trying to pleasure myself during a work meeting.

Thank god that’s over.

“There you are. I was wondering when you were gonna get a break. ”

There you are, sitting topless on our bed. I bend down and kiss you, hard.

“Mmm, well ‘hello’ to you, too. I’m guessing you liked my pics? ”

“Fucking loved them. You’re so bad. You know how turned on I was during that meeting? With my boss?”

I join you on the bed and quickly pull my shirt off.

“I’ve got fifteen minutes before my next one.”

“Well, we better hurry up then.”

Fuck, you feel so good against me. Your arms connect around the back of my neck and pull me close. I trail my lips down your neck, quick, hungry. Your hands quickly pull at the button of my pants and slide them down my thighs. My hands slide up your thighs, pushing up your dress until I’m holding your hips. Your skin is smooth and bare.

“No underwear?”

“Mmm, I wanted to be ready for you.”

My fingers move straight to your clit, working over it with my fingertips to watch you squirm. I stroke over your clit in quick, tight circles.

God, it’s so watching you writhe around underneath me. There’s something so primal about this, about needing to fuck you in the middle of my workday. I sink two fingers inside you. Your pussy feels so good.

You ride my fingers and moan into my mouth. I wish I could take my time with you. Or let you take your time and turn me into that desperate, begging mess that you always do.

“Fuck, fuck, Baby, my neck…kiss my neck…”

“Ah! God, yes…”

“I suck hard, nipping your skin between my teeth.”

“Give me- give me another finger. Fill me up… ”

I add another, feeling your insides tighten around it. You shudder in my lap as you fuck yourself on my hand, rolling your hips in frantic circles. I curl my fingers, hitting your sweet spot.

“Shit! That’s it, right there…don’t stop.”

You slip one hand down through my underwear and find my clit with the pads of your fingers.

“Oh, fuck. Oh, god, yeah, yeah, right there… ”

Finally…some release. After being forced to wait for so long. My other hand finds your breast and I squeeze your nipple between my fingers. I press my thumb against your clit as you sink down and rub against it.

“Fuck, fuck, you’re gonna make me cum...”

“Yeah? Yeah, you’re gonna cum?”

Our bodies writhe against each other. Your fingers swipe over my clit again and again…

“I’m cumming! I’m cumming, I’m...”

Your body shakes against me as I pull my fingers out. Your hand down my pants stills for a moment as your orgasm rocks through you. I look at my watch. Fuck, six minutes to go. The sight of you on your knees makes heat prickle down my spine. Your face is all flushed and your eyes blown wide, hair in tangles.

“Six minutes. Think you can do it? ”

“Are you underestimating me?”

Your push my pants and underwear down to my ankles.

“I wouldn’t dare.”

You push my knees apart and bury your mouth up against my pussy.

You suck at my clit, hard. Fuck, your mouth feels so good. You tease and lap at my clit with the tip of your tongue.

“Oh, yeah, just like that. Yeah, fuck, yeah… ”

I lay my hand at the back of your neck and tip my head up. Your mouth puckers to suck on my clit and holy shit, you know just how to make me unravel.

“Please, please, more, inside me…”

Your tongue folds and presses inside me...

The vibrations of your moans feel so good. Your nails dig into the backs of my thighs as you press your tongue deeper. Fuck, fuck!

“Shit, I’m getting close. Oh, I’m getting close. ”

I squeeze the bedspread tight in my fist. Fuck, fuck! Your tongue returns to my clit and works it hard and fast.

I lay back against the bed.

“Told you I could do it in time for your next meeting.”

It’s difficult to hear you over the rush of blood in my ears. Oh my god…that was so good.

“Oh, shit. The meeting! ”

“I’m sure they won’t mind you being a few minutes late.”

“I’ll just tell them I was busy getting off with my wife. They’ll totally understand. ”

I look back at you, rising up to your feet and stretching your arms above your head. God, I love you.

“So, I’ll meet you back here after your next meeting?”

“Count on it.”