My lunch hour with C
C is an attorney and I am a legal secretary. When we first started texting and introducing ourselves he said, “I’m an attorney. Don’t hold it against me.” I said, “I’m a legal secretary. Don’t hold that against me.” He replied, “Ha!” And so began our texting.
We met last week face to face and then set Tuesday as my lunch hour with C.
In the morning, I texted C the instructions for pulling into the apartment complex and how to get in the gate. He didn’t respond so I thought that he was probably in court. A half hour later I texted him a sexy text of what I was looking forward to (i.e., being on my knees and watching you grab your big dick and put it in my mouth for me to suck, feeling your mouth on my pussy, and finally you sliding your big dick into my aching pussy).
An hour later he replied, “Hey sexy!! Just walking out of court. What a very nice text to have waiting on me!! I can’t wait for all of the above myself.”
I replied that maybe one day we can play “attorney does secretary” and he told me he likes the way I think. Y’all, this is fun! I feel so uninhibited.
I arrived at the apartment before C so that I could change my clothes. My sweet hubby wants me to feel so sexy (could I love him even more??) so he bought me some lingerie, a black satiny short robe with a matching nightie, and no panties of course. I put those on and texted C that I was waiting for him.
When I opened the door for him, he had a nice smile on his face when he saw what I was wearing. He bent down to kiss me hello. Now C is a foot taller than me so I asked him to sit on the sofa. He did and I straddled his legs.
Note: I’m not sure how much detail I should add so I’m just going to lay it all out there and if I give too much detail, please let me know and I will hold back in the future.
During our texting, I had forwarded C two lovely photos of my breasts of which he replied that they are magnificent. I love my breasts. I think they are the best part of me. So, while sitting on his lap, I wanted to have them in his face. I could feel his erection underneath me as I rubbed on him. He looked at my breasts and put his hands on them. I took the robe off my shoulders and pulled down the straps of the nightie to reveal them to him. His eyes were on them the whole time. He grabbed them and began sucking on my nipples. I sat back and unbuttoned his shirt.
We went into the bedroom and I sat on the bed leaning back on my arms and watched him undress the rest of the way. Once he was naked, I knelt in front of him. He grabbed his cock and put it in my mouth. I sucked it and licked his balls. He has a nice dick. After a bit of sucking his dick, I got on the bed and parted my legs for him as he asked me to do. He was looking at my pussy. Later on I learned that he really likes to look at pussy. That’s such a turn on.
Usually, I’m very self-conscious, but this time I wasn’t. Maybe it is because I knew we were there for just sex. I wasn’t out to impress anyone. It was just sex. I wanted sex and so did he. And nothing else. Maybe that is what allowed me to let go of any inhibitions. I was just free. No fear of being judged or not good enough. Which, of course, is my own faulty thinking I know, but that’s what it is. Wow! I think this whole experience is unlocking that for me. My sweet hubby has told me this for 31 years that I’m beautiful, but I’ve always seen all of my flaws, my not-perfect-body, always with a little extra weight that I was always trying to lose. I guess the faulty thinking is that I felt bad about myself because I love my husband and I was not as beautiful as I ought to have been. But with this new man that I’m about to have sex with, this is the body that you’re getting buddy. This is the body that was in the pictures posted on A.M. There are no surprises and I don’t need to impress you by trying to be perfect because this is not love, it’s just sex. My love is my sweet hubby.
Back to the story. So there I am leaning back on my elbows with my legs spread and he’s looking at my pussy with such lust. What a turn on! So C goes down on me and it was nice. I was enjoying it. After a bit, he rises up and gets above me ready to put his dick in me. I told him to put on a condom, so he did. When he slid his dick in me, oh yeah, that was good. I love that feeling. I looked up at him and we watched each other as he fucked me. I reached my hand down to touch myself as he was sliding in and out. I grabbed my boobs and he bent down to suck on a nipple. After a while, he turned me over to fuck me doggie style and I was still touching myself. He’s a talker and said things like “Oh, yeah, touch that pussy. Rub it. It’s so beautiful.” Then I turned over again and he sat back on his heels and watched as his dick moved in and out of me. I rubbed my clit. I asked him if he liked to watch and he said that he did.
The condom was a little bit of a problem because it blocked some of the feeling for him, and for me, too. He needed to work on getting harder so while he sat back on his heels between my legs stroking his dick, he looked at my pussy the whole time. And I wanted him to look at it. I enjoyed that. He parted my pussy lips and repeated over and over that it was beautiful, so beautiful, so pretty and pink. I began touching myself again, watching him enjoy looking at it. I parted the lips for him to see the pink hiding under the folds. I rubbed my finger over and took pleasure in watching him look at it. So there I was with a man that I’d only met once in person and chatted with several times via text between my parted legs, stroking his dick, staring at my pussy, the most intimate part of me, while I rubbed my clit. I loved it. I wanted to have an orgasm, but they don’t come easy for me. (Yes, I avoided the pun, LOL.)
I didn’t have my first orgasm until I was 36. Yes, 36. That saddens me that I missed out on that feeling for so many years. For me to orgasm, I have to work for it. When I’m alone, I watch youporn. For me to orgasm with the hubby, it’s with him going down on me and me visualizing some sexy scene. This is the best orgasm that I have. The hubby does it just right and it feels so, so good; leading up to it, then the crescendo of the orgasm, and then the downside of it. Just wow! And I have never had an orgasm while being fucked. That is a goal for myself that I hope one day to achieve.
Back to the story. So there I was laying there, touching myself, him sitting back between my legs watching me as he stroked his dick, my head turned to the side, trying to visualize, and hearing him tell me how pretty my pussy is and if I could only see what he sees. He kept repeating these kinds of words. I started feeling the beginnings of that orgasm coming on. I enjoyed that feeling. It intensified a little bit more and I enjoyed the pleasure of it. He enjoyed watching me enjoy those feelings. I did not achieve orgasm, but it felt good and his words told me that he was enjoying watching me feel good. I told him to just take off the condom and rub his dick on my pussy. I like seeing that, too. So he did. And then he slid his dick inside of me. Yes! That’s a good feeling. I may be done with the condoms, at least for him. He fucked me until he came. Yes, he came inside me. I like that feeling, too. After a minute, he rolled over and lay down on the bed beside me and we chatted a little.
Then we got up, took turns in the bathroom, and got dressed. He watched me put my bra on (it’s a pretty one the hubby had just taken me shopping to buy). He watched me put on my top and we talked while I put on my jewelry. He asked me if I wanted him to leave or if it was okay if walked out together. I thought that was sweet. What a gentleman! I told me that we could walk out together. So we did and he kissed me goodbye.
When I was back at my desk, I texted C and told him, “thank you for ‘lunch’. I’m back at my desk typing away.” He replied, “It was my pleasure and thank you! Can’t wait until next time.”
As I drove back to my office, I texted the hubby that I was heading back to work, that it was hot, and that I would tell him about it later. I also told him that I loved him and that he was still the best. And I mean that!
After work, I went to the hubby’s office to tell him all about my lunch hour. Then we both went to the apartment and the hubby and I had sex, and yes, I achieved orgasm.
And so did he.