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Archive-title: Office Lunch, The





We had been seeing each other for some time now.  I should say,

literally, seeing, as it was as harmless as that.  I was deeply

and passionately in love with Sandy, but she, alas was married. 

Although she knew how I felt, for many months now we had just

been having casual lunches.  A while back we would go out to

various parks and have nice comfortable talks.  I enjoyed several

foot massages and some hand massaging to release tension.  Once I

even massaged her back.  And several time we shared a most

delightful, but chaste and platonic hug.  We both knew that there

was more to our feeling than these "encounters" and we each, in

our own way, hungered for more.  But we were loyal, at least,

physically loyal.



The an unfortunate happenstance caused us to forgo our "outings." 

We were forced to limit ourselves to the local office grounds. 

But one day when we had a date planned, and we both needed it

very much (the mental alleviation we each felt at sharing these

few moments was monumentally heart-warming, it was nearly like

our physical frustrations and, well, to put it bluntly, our

horniness was partially slaked by these moments), it was raining. 

I wanted to return to "our park" for a rainy-day picnic, but her

superior will (not only was she strong willed, but she was

magnificently beautiful, a perfect and exquisite creature of

grace, charm and sensual charisma like none I have ever known)

prevailed and she suggested my office.



Now my office is small and cluttered.  The only really

recognizable features are the computer on a table beside my desk

and the "guest" chair is in front of my desk.  Sandy brought her

lunch and seductively settled her lovely self in the chair so I

could soak in her warmth and beauty.  It was so tempting to close

the door, even lock it, but the office wags would have had a

field day.  It was going to be bad enough with the occasional

passerby, but we had no choice.



Lunch, itself, could have been uneventful, as sound would carry

so we had to keep our voices low whenever we spoke of relevant

things, like love and sex and the like; however, I found that

there was just enough room beneath the desk modesty shield for me

to read her feet.  A strategically placed box helped to cover up

the erotic fondling that was to occur.



During one particularly passionate, albeit, low-voiced exchange

about the charms of sexual intercourse, I accidentally bumped

into her foot with mine.  The result was not unexpected when a

humongous size 13 encounters a delicate, sensitive, feminine bare

foot.  Although it was not truly serious I felt really badly and

desired to rub it to ease the pain.  Sandy would not even allow

that to happen, but I decided to remove my shoes to prevent a

recurrence.  



Why it took me so long to realize that I could stroke her feet

with mine I will never know.  Sandy readily accepted this because

no one could see.  So now as we talked of sweet nothings I

relieved my passions with gentle and erotic fondling of her feet. 

Oh, if the office only knew what was going on.  But they didn't! 

This went on for a good ten minutes.  I was having difficulty

making coverup conversation as the stimulation was enormous. 

Here I was virtually making mad, passionate love with the most

beautiful person in the world and I had to keep up the chitter-

chatter.  The desk covered up my erection well, whether my voice

did or not is something else.



Then somehow the subject of computer programs came up.  It may

seem funny to be able to think of something like that on the

verge of an orgasm, but it did, thank goodness.  And why in the

hell do I say, "thank goodness?"  Well, my patient reader, I

decided that it was time to show her one of my new acquisitions. 

Now I could have showed her some of the X-rated texts I had or

some of the graphics that would justify the purchase on a

computer in the first place, but that seemed like a blaspheme. 



I picked an innocuous program and started it.  Sandy obviously

could not see from where she was sitting, so our mated feet were

torn apart so that the rest of us could be closer together.  She

glided over to my side and slowly and erotically turned towards

the screen and sort of snuggled up to me and my new friend

resting idly, but expectantly, in my lap.  



So let me describe the scene for you late comers.  Here I was

sitting at my desk looking a an innocuous video display with an

enormous hardon sort of hidden beneath the table.  (I must say,

parenthetically, that my erection was hidden from the casual

viewer, but Sandy was not a "casual viewer."  To her, nothing

about me was lost from her view, at least, I hoped.)  Now I am no

John Holmes, but with Sandy so close I sure felt I could give him

a decent run for his money or whatever.  The smile that crossed

Sandy's lovely full and passionate lips almost caused me to lose

my wad right then and there, as it said, "I like it that way."  

But let me continue before you the ever patient reader gets

bored.  And right, and I mean RIGHT, next to me stood the

luscious, delicious hunk of femininity, just dripping with

sensual passion.  Her hips were so close to my face I could

almost smell the aphrodisiac aroma from her genitals.  In my mind

I could and they drove me wild.  She slightly bent down to point

to the screen and rubbed her thigh seductively against my

shoulder.



Expertly, we continued the idle chatter about computers and such. 

The occasional observer would not have noticed anything.  "Love

accomplished miracles," I always have said, and I sure was in

Love, deep, wonderful LOVE with this perfect creature.  It was

only natural to share my joy of being with her so I reached up

and put my arms around her hips.  This and subsequent actions

were, of course, carefully hidden from all who walked by. 



At first, Sandy hesitated and moved away, slightly.  Her instinct

was keep her distance, probably thinking that she had encouraged

something that shouldn't be encouraged.  Her "encouragement" was

not of her knowing.  Just because she was what she was, a

delightfully kind, gentle and sensitive mature woman in a most

attractive package.  All along I had been attracted to her even

before she knew I existed.  God surely had created some strange

things in this world and many beautiful ones.  But this time She

out did Herself.  (Some may think that only a male could conceive

of the perfect female, but I say that men wouldn't recognize the

"perfect female" if she were dropped in their lap.  All they want

is a good fuck.  Only a female could imagine all of the

delightful traits of her sex and wish to package just one.)  But

I digress again.



In the past I would have dropped my arm and let her "win" her

battle of wills, but for some reason I was not going to allow it

this time.  My increasingly active lap-friend may have influenced

me.  Anyway, I tightened my grip on her hips and pulled her back

against my shoulder.  When I felt the resisting tension ease, I

eased my grip.  But my hand seemed to be detached.  It soon began

a slow monotonous "cruise" around Sandy's soft and lovely flank. 

Our hugs in the past had been waste-up now I was being treated to

another delightfully curvaceous part of this enchanting creature.



With each passage I detected less resistance.  Her right hand,

which had poised near mine a few moments ago, gradually fell back

to her side.  I felt a distinct softening ripple through her. 

Cautiously, my hand felt it was nearer to me, to attempt to

surmount the two exquisite mounds of passion.  Sandy's luscious

and sensuous bottom was one of her most outstanding features, and

that is from a leg-man, who had long admired the slim, trim turn

of her ankle.  This lady embodied perfection enough for all

normal fixations.  Now, as in my dreams so many, many times I was

softly caressing each contour of her posterior so cruelly trapped

in a dress and underwear.  This was a body that deserved to be

set free (and she had sent me into a frenzy once when she said

she loved to fish in the nude, I have still not recovered from

those mind-boggling scenes).  Anyway, I continued this exotic

trip to never-never land until I thought I would physically wear

away her clothes.  The only noticeable reaction I could ascertain

was a definite snuggling.



Gradually, my hand moved down and continued the caress on her

lovely seductively curved thigh and down and around to her knee,

the first touch of flesh, or near flesh, as her ever-present hose

prevented me from fully touching the natural her.  With ever so

much delicacy I began a very slow and, hopefully, sensuous return

trip up her leg.  A quick stiffening and the return of her right

hand stopped me about half way up her graceful thigh.  Her hand

rested gently on mine as if saying, "Hold up.  I sure enjoy this.

but it shouldn't happen."



For a brief moment I paused.  With this pause, her body relaxed,

but her delicate hand remained.  



A co-worker popped his head in my office.  We exchanged

pleasantries for a few minutes.  Her hand fell away.



Even before the interloper left I began once again the delicious

climb of the stairs to heaven.  This time I encountered no

resistance.  When I neared the summit of my climb, I slowed to

"smell the flowers along the way" and I would have given anything

to smell the wondrous aroma that surely must be radiating from

the grotto of love, so near.  Slowly, but surely, I continued my

trek along those exquisite inner thighs of this goddess.  Every

time I felt Sandy tense, I paused and circled around in delight

until this wondrous creature shared my delight.  Then I continued

my marvelous voyage.  



When I encountered the apex and felt the multiple layers of

artificial coverings my fingers rested to peruse.  Further

ministrations would be ineffectual for both of us.  I considered

asking Sandy to excuse herself for an altering of attire, you

know, get "into" something more comfortable, but remotely

remembering the location I chucked that idea.  I was lost in

thought and frustration.



Then a door appeared before me, a strange, but lovely door.  I

approached it in my mind and opened it.  Revealed before me was

the most beautiful and exotic garden anyone has ever beheld.  All

colors filled my eyes and a million lovely smells clouded my

senses.  What had caused this?  Well, my patient friend.  A

touch.  Yes!  A simple, genuine and honest touch.  No I hadn't

really seen a heavenly garden nor smelled one.  I had felt the

touch of Aphrodite, no it was more, it was the warm gentle

passionate touch of Sandy on my thigh.  The heat radiating from

that one simple act filled me with renewed yearning and fervor to

share my joy.  As I clumsily fought the fold under Sandy's dress

to strain to locate the tops of her hindering garments, the warm

hand on me squeezed its encouragement.  At last, success, I had

found the end.  Now the difficult task of lower this physical

barrier without destroying anything and without causing undue

disturbance that might cause an intruder to notice.  Slowly and

carefully I lowered her panties and panty hose in fits and

starts, first from one side and then the other.  Initially, a

fraction of an inch at a time and gradually gaining confidence

and experience I was able to move it a few inches at a time.  At 

long last I had slipped the encumbrances low enough so that my

delicious explore could continue.  I trembled with anticipation

and trepidation.  Would she really stand idle by and let me

continue?  I had to wait only a few moments for the answer.



With exceedingly slow and gentle strokes I followed my previously

traversed path back to the joining of those exquisite soft and

satiny limbs.  I could have simply followed the heat to the

source of my desire, but I had other ways of searching and the

probe itself, was not without elation.  But I was further aided

by the warm hand on my thigh.  As I approached the toasty source

the grip became stronger.  When I finally reached the love's

sacred sanctuary and just felt the moistness, the grip on me was

of one possessed.



I just flirted with the holy grail, skirting its ripe lips in

search of Sandy's holy scepter.  The delight of the search was

exhilarating.  There it is!  I had found the verge of Femininity,

Femininity incarnate in this lush, magnificent and flawless body

of Sandy.  Three things happened at once: The shock of first

contact shot electricity through my hand, Sandy stiffened in

rapture and her hand moved and closed on my rigid penis, striving

to free itself from its earthly bonds.  



For a brief instant we were both frozen in time.  Any casual

passer would have just seen two ordinary people watching a

computer display.  Only if they had heard the virtually inaudible

groan of delight simultaneously spill from their lips would there

have been the slightest suspicion.  Fortunately, none did.



Their brief pause in their urgent endeavor was passed as my

fingers gently caressed this enchanted tip.  As I cuddled and

embraced its firm outline a steady ecstatic moan could be heard. 

Without missing a single fond stroke, I slipped my unused fingers

down lower to the chalice I so dearly craved to sip from.  (If

only,...., but that was not to be.)  Her response was only the

imperceptible whisper, "Please, please don't stop.  Don't stop

for anything.  It is wonderful, so, very, very wonderful."



Needless to say, I was not going to discontinue my joyous

petting, whether it gave Sandy pleasure or not and she knew it. 

Because all of this time she had courageously encouraged my

erection by expertly stroking it in time with my ministrations. 

Her only pause was to quickly unzip my fly and release my steel-

hard penis to be freely exercised by her delicate and sensitive

fingers.  On and on we went, our minds lost in each others

finger-tip embraces.  The only change was the steady increase in

intensity as we approached our long-sought climaxes

simultaneously.  This was all we could share.  



The enchantment my fingers encountered was indescribable.  The

hot moist chamber was so soft and inviting, inviting to more of

me than was possible at that time.  My poor surrogate-penis could

only wonder at what might have been.  The sensitive finger tips

probed for more contact, deeper and deeper, but they could only

proceed so far before my contact with Sandy's deserving clitoris

would be lost.  In they would slide delighting in their

surroundings, the silky and pliable grotto made slippery and

slidey by a delicious mixture of oozing secretions I longed to

sip.  The treasure-trove at the end of this exquisite tunnel

could never be surpassed by the path itself.  But the long search

for the Love-prize, the mother-lode, was about to end with

fulfillment.



Neither was Sandy's hand a substitute for her delightful vagina,

but she sure tried.  Not only was the stroking in harmony with

our inner souls, but her finger tips continuously played the

field, so to speak.  No one part of my bloated stiff protuberance

was free of her investigative touch.  The sensations she caused

were exquisite.



When I could no longer hold back I whispered, "We have arrived,

Sandy.  Come with me to Nirvana, enter Elysium with me."  And we

both shook in ecstacy and we climaxed exactly together.



As my seed flowed all over some papers on the floor, Sandy

collapsed to her knees.  



For many minutes we stayed still, basking in the brilliant, but

soft, glow of joyous spiritual Love made tangible by our bodies. 





Then after the glow had abated somewhat we both realized our

predicament.  Our unabashedly Loving smiles to each other quickly

faded as we struggled to pick up the loose pieces.  In

surprisingly short time all appeared normal.  The floor had been

cleaned up, the clothes replaced, as needed, and our countenances

restored to near normal.  



"What's new?"  Sam said as he bustled in unannounced.  In unison,

we replied, "Nothing, what's new with you?"  And laughed the

relaxed laughed of truly at ease and satisfied with themselves,

which they happened to be. 



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