Charlene sat behind her desk. She’d had a bad day at work. First, she left her case file at home. Then she was late for court and her client wanted to flip out. Her client didn’t want to listen to her or the judge, so he was held in contempt of court and fined three thousand dollars.
She leaned back into the headrest of her chair and closed her eyes for a brief moment before her phone began to ring. Charlene answered the phone with slight irritation in her voice. It was her lunch break and Margaret; her secretary knew she didn’t want to be bothered.
“Yes Margaret!”
“Your husband is on line one.”
“Thanks, Ms. Margaret and… sorry for my tone. It has been a long day. Please send the call through.”
“Hey Beautiful, how are you this evening?” Chandler’s smooth voice came through the phone line.
“Mad as hell! my client wanted to act crazy, and I had to cancel two appointments to handle his foolish ass. I’m feeling frustrated and in need of a drink.”
“Wow… ok I wasn’t expecting that. So, I guess lunch is out of the question? I don’t have any more patients to see today...”
“No baby. No lunch today. I have too much to do. I will see you at home, I love you.” Charlene hung up the phone and turned back to her desk.
She put on her glasses and began going through her cases for tomorrow. She hated working on domestic cases. Charlene felt a slight headache coming on she looked at her clock and realized forty-five minutes had passed since she talked to Chandler. She wished she could have had lunch with him, but she knew he understood.
Charlene called Margaret’s desk hoping she had something for a headache, but she didn’t get an answer. She called out to Margaret through the opened office door.
“I sent her to a late lunch,” Chandler smiled as he stepped through the door as Charlene looked up from her desk.
“What are you doing here? Margaret already had a lunch.”
“Well, I thought she could use another one… and I also brought you what you need…” Chandler opened up his lab coat and rolled his hips at her.
“And what do you think I need, Mr…?”
Before Charlene could finish her sentence, Chandler had picked her up. She instinctively wrapped her legs around him. He carried her to the couch in the corner of her office and began to unbutton her blouse. Within seconds he had hiked up her skirt and shredded her lacy thong with his fingers before he snapped the elastic and threw them to the side. Charlene gasped with excitement as she unbuckled his pants and popped his latch. His pants fell to the ground. Charlene pulled his boxers down with her teeth. He knew what she was about to do, but no, this was her treat.
He knew her weakness was her nipples, so he rolled her nipples between his fingers, and she began to moan. He took one finger to stroke her pearl and felt her juices run down his fingers. Chandler couldn’t stand it anymore. He quickly turned her around and bent her over. He entered her with such force she bit her bottom lip. He began thrusting in and out of her wildly.
All she could do was call his name. He had her on the brink of an orgasm, but she stopped him mid thrust and pushed him down on the couch. She sat on his hard rod as the tables turned and he called out her name. She rode him fast, then slowly before they settled into their rhythm. She pulled her pussy up slowly to his head and held it and then slid back down his length. It was driving him mad! He was not ready to release just yet. Chandler took control back as he grabbed her breast again rolling her nipples between his fingers.
A feeling that she had never felt came over her he watched her with amazement the way her eyes rolled in the back of her head. Her breathing was labored as he continued to roll her nipples faster and harder. She felt she was about to pass out but just then the feeling of urine hit her; but it wasn’t urine she was squirting. She screamed Chandler’s name to the top of her lungs. She didn’t even notice that Chandler was holding her so tight, and he was screaming her name he was also having an orgasm like none before. They collapsed in each other’s arms and looked into each other’s eyes as they said “I love you” at the same time.
Neither realized that Ms. Margret had returned from lunch and stood there in the doorway watching them in amazement, wet panties and all. Ms. Margaret blinked twice then turned without a word and walked back to her desk.
Charlene got up after a couple of minutes and picked up her clothes off the floor.
“I’m glad I have an office with a shower… never thought I would need it for this, though this was just what I needed,” Charlene laughed to herself.
“I figured that,” Chandler replied. “I thought since you weren’t taking a lunch break, I would bring the lunch break to you!”
Copyrighted By Letitia Love