Lunchtime

Since he had the day off, they were going to meet for lunch. Leaving the shower, he opened the closet to see what he should wear. Jeans, turtleneck, sweater - Wait a minute!

She smiled her reflection in the mirror, an idea forming in her mind. A little tingle started in her pussy, and put the clothes back in the closet. A little seduction was in order, she decided. And he'd have to dress accordingly.

"Hello, honey. Ready for lunch?" he asked from the door of his office. He held a hand, stating that he did not want to be bothered for a moment, his pen flying through the paper. "Ready!" he said, his head shakes. "Oh, my God!"

He let his eyes cross his body, at his feet, and then back again. He wore a black sweater that showed his wide breasts, the V-cut neckline that showed a deep neckline between the delight of his creamy skin.

An enveloping short denim skirt showed her long legs. He stood with his leg looking through the opening of the skirt, the top of his swing. Teasingly, she pulled her skirt back a little bit more, her pale flesh an impressive contrast to dark nylon.

He forced his eyes back to his face, seeing the bad smile he wore. His dick moved wildly, almost painfully. "I assume you have a lunch plan?"

"Could." He turned, looking back on his shoulder. "Are you coming?"

He jumped, following her. To the street, to his truck. "You look amazing," he said, changing uncomfortablely. His pants were growing tighter and tighter. He smiled, but he said nothing, becoming the parking lot of a picturesque little coffee.

He chose to walk behind her as she entered the building, looking at the way her hips moved, the way the heels that shaped her calves. I expected them to arrive at the table soon; their erection was becoming painful.

He seemed to meet the waitress, chatting nicely for a moment before they were taken to a quiet and circular cabin. Sliding around the seat, she tightened against him, his heavy breasts on his arm. "I think you'll like food here," he whispered, his voice down and throat. She grabbed her hand, bringing her under the table to her lap. Under the opening of his skirt, right between his soft thighs.

He shook, his fingers feeling the wet tissue of his panties. "Have you decided what to ask?" asked the waitress with taste. Today's special is lasagna. "

"The special," he said, feeling his thighs open a little wider. "Do it two," he replied.

The waitress nodded, walking. He felt his hand dragging his thigh, rubbing his cock swollen through the material. "Oh, why do you torture me like that?" he asked with a groan.

"Well, if you want me to stop..." He bowed, pulling his hand.

"No! No! He squeezed his thigh with love. "I love it when you torture me. I love it when you make my dick so hard that it absolutely shakes." He smiled while his hand found that he was back on his lap. "And I'm gonna love driving this big, thick, hard penis in you."

The food came, and they fell on it hungry, the food as good as she had promised. He ate a hand, his fingers occupied inside his panties. She shuddered wonderfully for him, and her hand often found her way back to massage her erection.

"How was it?" the waitress asked. He left the bill at the table, then left a key next door.

"Thank you, Kelly, I'll bring him back."

He looked astonished as his lady picked up the key, leaving a twenty on the table. He got out of the cabin, smiling. "Are you coming with me?"

He slipped behind her. "Where are we going?" He just laughed.

He still had half his lunch hour. He took him to the back of the building, going up a flight of stairs to a wooden door. The key got into the lock, opening a small, tidy room. "I called ahead and asked Kelly if I could borrow this small guest room," she said, answering her unanswered question. Entering his arms, he kissed him. "She's an old friend of mine."

"Great!" Her hands pushed her skirt open, lifting her on her hips. "Your panties are wet," he whispered.

"Well," she woke up her pants, releasing her dick. "Your shorts are wet, I guess we're on hand."

Half of taking her to bed, put her back, raised her leg on her shoulder, spreading her width. Pushing her panties aside plunged into her, making love to her in quick and hard blows. His cheek was rubbed against the middle, and he kissed his ankle again, scrubbing his hand and lowering his leg. "Seductive bow!" he said, looking at the passion in his face. "I love you!"

She yelled, her hips fell against him, her breasts looking delightfully on the sweater as her body shook. By moving forward, pushing him as deep into her as he could, he erupted, his cum pouring into her still pulsating pussy.

"Wench, right?" he asked, when he trusted to talk.

"Yes," he replied. "A beautiful, sexy, delicious, wet." She came out of her reluctance, releasing her leg. "An unbelievable, seductive, who is about to be late for work."

"Last to work? Is that all the thanks I receive?" She straightened her clothes, running her fingers through her hair. "Well, don't worry. It's the last time I introduce you to lunch, asshole!"

"No, honey!" He threw it against him, wrapping his strong arms around his body. He kissed his neck, his shoulder, the swelling of his chest. "Please make me late for lunch at any time."