CHAPTER TWO
As an emotional surge of current or an up thrust that freezes the mind and deprives it of the power to think, love gets me in a different kind of mood. I was beginning to feel like a teenager again. I have had forty-eight hours away from work, but Monday came too fast on us. For the first time in a long while, I woke up later than 6 am. Thelma was already up and using the shower.
"Oh, I didn't want to wake you, sleepyhead," she said as I stepped into the bathroom.
"Am I awake, or did your butt get bigger overnight?"
She chuckled as I teased her. I watched keenly as water splashed on her face, dripped down her jaw and pouring down on her round firm breasts. She was a view to behold.
"Why are you standing there?" She asked.
"I'm amassing myself of the glorious view of you, sweetie."
"You amassed quite a lot last night, come over here or you'll be late to work."
The thought of work was a killjoy, but she was right anyway. I accepted her invitation to join her, but not without touching her irresistible body. Every contact produced electricity somewhere inside my skull. I could tell she yearned for it as she moaned with each touch.
I let my hands comb through her hair, bringing it down to her breasts. Holding them firmly with each side as I leaned behind her, she pushed her big gorgeous buttocks to my needy junk. The water continued to splash on us as I moved over to have a view of her front. She could tell my next move as I stooped low, bringing my face close to her shaved pussy.
"Nooo, come on! You're going to be late for work." She said as she tried to resist.
Her resistance grew cold the moment my tongue made contact with her gaping clitoris. She parted her legs even further apart, leaving me enough room to glide my tongue, licking her vulva and clit at intervals.
"Ah... uhh...” She gasped for breath as I continued to use my tongue creatively. She held my head, making me thrust in and out with my tongue. It was us against the hand of time; the deep pleasure won us entirely over.
The splatter of water created a scintillating wave of intensity that caused us to ignore the odds of time. Her loud moan meant that she was approaching a climax. I withdrew my tongue, bringing the surge to a pause. I didn't want her consciousness to take over just yet. The benefits of having her hungry and unresisting was far too good. Plus, I loved the idea of reaching a climax together with her.
As the water continued to caress our skins, I stood up in front of her. My lips moved over her neck to her perky lips that parted invitingly. We kissed for another eternity before she stopped, turned to face the wall as she bent over, giving me a full view of her beautiful buttocks. I didn't need a sign reader to tell what she wanted. My dick was so hard, and the upsurge of testosterone increased so much that I feared I might lose myself in her.
I went on my knees again and began to use my fingers. With my index and middle finger, I rubbed her clitoris in a soft and circular motion. I noticed her clit had swollen to the touches I administered.
Slowly, I increased the speed as she moaned in encouragement. I let my middle finger slid into her pussy, letting her know what my dick was getting ready for. Her soft moan showed that she liked it.
I drew my face closer, bringing my tongue to her clitoris. I liked her clit as it poked out from her clitoral hood. I slowly pleasured her, making every touch felt as I dug in with my tongue.
She loosened up completely, not minding that we were pressed for time. She encouraged every touch as I dished them out. I began to play every note I could think of on her gorgeous skin.
“Yes, baby, right there.”
Thelma was absorbing every bit of pleasure that came out of my large arsenal. She shuddered as I dug more in-depth with my tongue. I rested on her labia minora and began to play with it using my tongue. Eating her pussy while the water from the shower pump dropped leisurely on her skin evoked a deep sexual hunger. She wanted me inside her, and I wanted her to say the words.
I made her turn her back against me and bent her over. Still on my knees on the bathroom floor, I fingered her clit as I used my tongue to glide between her pussy and her anal spot. Soon, she began to quiver, jerking her body back for me to take her. As much as I wanted her, I waited for her to say the word.
“Oh, fuck me! Fuck me now, Tony!”
That was all I needed to hear. My dick had been rock solid and waiting for the moment. I placed it on the edge of her pussy and began to rub the tip on it. She was dying of lust and want.
“Fuck me, you bastard!”
Slowly, I inserted my dick inside her warmth as she cried out in pleasure, feeling the length of my dick as it drilled into her moist pussy.
I made her lean back to feel her body rest on mine. I caressed her wet body, letting my right hand move graciously to her nipple as I began to thrust in and out of her.
The sensation was almost burning as I groaned loudly in the sweet rush of the hormone. We turned what was supposed to be a quickie into full-blown lovemaking inside the bathroom.
When we had both reached orgasms, I turned off the shower to allow us to catch our breath.
It took a great deal of self-control not to have another round of sex as we got into our work clothes. Glancing over at the clock in the sitting room by the time we were ready to leave, it was already 8 am. I drove Thelma to her office, just before going to mine.
I got into the office, and a pile of files stared boldly at me, probably saying, we are here lover boy, we will always be here. Rescheduled appointments also queued up for me, but the thought of my love affair two nights before and the morning after eased up the stress before they came.
Work was smooth-sailing the rest of the day until about 4 pm when my assistant announced an unscheduled appointment. The door opened wide with Belinda storming into my office. It wasn't the first time Belinda was barging in on me. She wore a one-button jacket and a floral print ruched-sleeve short gown.
Of all the women in my life, Belinda was the most wronged. I had let others in on my new relationship status to bring the breakup to a soft landing. But not only have I deprived such detail of Belinda, but I also forgot her birthday as well.
Thinking I might use my busy work schedule as an excuse, Belinda put her finger on my lip, took me by my tie, and dragged me to my large desk. With one hand, she shoved the piles of the document to the floor and sat on the counter.
Her gown was so short I could see the closely shaved hair on her pussy.
"Look, Tony, I've had the worst week in my life, but I'm not here for therapy," she said in an air of awkwardness and seduction.
Belinda is a beauty to behold, but sometimes the heart gets rebellious against a tradition that has survived years of non-committal affairs. My heart belongs where it belongs, but maybe my dick was yet to accept the sudden renunciation.
"Are you going to stand there and watch, or are you going to give me my birthday gift here and now?"
Birthday gift…
Of course, we had rough unscheduled sex on all her birthdays, but none of them happened at my office desk. I would not have hesitated at the offer two to three months earlier before Thelma came into the picture.
Still trying to figure out what to do next, Bell leaned closer and started unzipping my pants. She smelt nice, something like Yves Saint Laurent Black Opium – a fragrance she wears when she wants to impress someone. And it was working.
As she slid open my zipper, my dick jumped out, aroused, and rock solid. Maybe I can get through that with a thought replacement, I thought to myself.
A thought replacement is a conscious effort we did in college. We put up such an idea when we want to pretend someone who is actually there is not there, by replacing them with someone from our fantasy or someone who we wish was there. It's crazy, I know, but it has always helped when I expect so much from the sexual partner, knowing that she may not hit the same peak.
Poor Belinda. In a split second, I had imaginatively rolled her off the desk the same way she did to the documents on the floor and cleverly replaced her with Thelma.
She circled her sweet mouth on the tip of my dick. She removed it, spat on it, and took it back in, going back and forth on it. It was supposed to be rough sex, but with Thelma, it was way more than lust and testosterone.
Maybe she wasn't feeling it as much as I was, she disengaged her mouth and raised her gown a bit higher. My dick grew even harder at the sight of her pussy. I drew her close and thrust my hard meat inside her, fucking my imaginary Thelma and grunting in the pleasure.
"Yes, right there! Just the way I like it! Harder! Harder baby!"
Belinda's voice began to fill the entire office. Thankfully, the office is noise-proved, so I didn't need to worry over who gets to hear the noise outside the office.
I brought her down, bent her over, and fucked her from behind. Her butts bounced on my dick as I thrust in and out, increasing the pace even further. Her voice distorted with the imaginary replacement. It was provocatively odd to fuck Thelma with a sound that was Belinda's, interrupting the imagination. It felt like a threesome.
I didn't hesitate to unload my cum the moment I felt it rushing through my veins, but Belinda's voice kept hollering,
"Don't stop! Please don't stop! Fuck me…"
The intercom rang in between her cries. I reached for it. Thelma's visit was announced via the intercom, the real Thelma!
I glanced at my watch, and it was already 6.45 pm. Even my dick shrank back to normal, self-conscious of the eeriness that gulped the entire situation.
The disappointment on Belinda's face wasn't enough to resuscitate the tired dick. I quickly zipped up and tried to look as normal as I could. I excused myself, leaving Belinda inside the office to attend to Thelma outside. Thelma had closed for the day and was hoping to have dinner with me before heading home.
We hugged at the reception hall before heading to my car, just before Belinda briskly walked passed us with an attitude that was enough to crush what I was protecting. But no question came up, so no explanation was required. Besides, the angry lady could have come from any office.
So, we got into my car to make a stop at a diner.