Distraction
“I am so excited for you! Let’s celebrate tonight. Sorry I have work for the next few hours, just about to hop on a Zoom call. Have to actually focus, for once as I’ll be presenting to the team today on the new market data. How about you come over about 5? I’ll be done then, I’ll pour your favorite Cab and you can tell me all the details. Your first painting sold in the most prestigious gallery in New York is worthy of doing something very special. Talk soon, beautiful.“
It had been a long time coming. The ups and downs of an artist’s life are well known in even the good times, and these were hardly those. I started thinking about what I’d wear, tonight. Maybe break out one of my suits that have been hanging lonely in the closet since COVID began. I can’t wait to pull you against my chest — and make life matter again. Glancing at my watch, I — wait — what am I doing? No time to dwell on the evening ahead. Time to focus. The call began…
After thirty minutes I hear my door open, you. Smiling, you silently wave from across the room then tread lightly over to my couch. You are way early — my mind is racing. I know we talked about when I’d be done. This call is just getting started. I see you have a dress bag in hand. I love to watch you. Long ago, I had quit apologizing for the impolitic way my eyes lock on your womanly curves and not let go. You think it endearing. You drive me crazy. What is it about the way you move? That easy grace probably came from all those years as a ballerina. I adore that you are completely comfortable with the way your body looks.
You whisper as I scramble for the mute button “I’m going to try on my dress to make sure you like — be right back”. I will be on soon, my part rolling around shortly. This is going to be torture having you so close, not being able to kiss and hold you. I had no idea how right I was. You come back a few minutes later, resplendent in a forest green dress. The silk shimmers with every step. You wear an emerald necklace, the gold setting picking up sunlight. You twirl slowly, never losing eye contact until you have to. I am mesmerized. You see what you are doing to me. Distracting in the nicest sense of that word. Stepping back, and with that Cheshire cat grin of yours, start to lift up your dress. The hem rises up your tapered calves, over tanned thighs, slowly ever so slowly. Then I realize you have nothing on underneath. You lift higher, baring all. I can hardly breathe. You walk to where the sunlight beams in my window, and the afternoon sun highlights your shaved pussy. I can already see reflective glints of your wetness.
Something is wrong. The conference call has grown silent. I suddenly realize they were talking to me. Somehow I break my gaze and try to refocus on the call. I take one more quick glance up at you, now laughing at my expense. I am making your day. I’ll get even with you for this. I start on slide one. I was up to slide three before I dare look up again. This time you were facing away from me, wiggling that sexy naked ass my way. You know how much I love to take you from behind. This, not fair. Exactly what you wanted.
In retrospect, I should have known better than to look away but our CEO was on this call! You are not the kind of woman to be ignored. Not ever. Lesson learned. I got three more slides in in before I realize you have left the dress behind, now nude and crawling towards me on your hands and knees wearing only those emeralds. I’ll never forget the feline way you move. All I want is to ravage you. Kiss every inch. Then take you. In every way. Your eyes fix on my crotch. I hit full screen on my presentation at the very last second, pushing the camera up to a headshot only — just as I feel your hands on me.
“Mmmm mine,” you say as you pull down my zipper. I straighten my legs and you slip off my sweatpants. I too have nothing on underneath. You begin to stroke me, letting your supple fingers glide up and down my length. I struggle on presenting for long minutes, pausing to try not to scream while the audience was lost in the graphic. I try again to speak…
“As you can see, Marketing has identified that this new vertical is tailor-made for our products and services. No large entrenched competitors, in fact, the opportunity here is perfect for us.”
Just as I said those words, you slip my cock inside your mouth. Timing as you often say, is everything. You take all of me in and pause there. Desperately I try to hold back. I fail. You know exactly what I want. What I crave. THIS.
I yell “Yesssssssssss!” at the top of my lungs as I cum in your mouth. You swallow every drop. Then — a little more softly I say to the Zoom audience “You all with me?” Quiet on the line. I thought my career was over. Maybe they had seen you sucking my cock after all. Then the CEO said –
“Now, That’s the kind of enthusiasm we want around here! Well done!”
My part now over, I shut the laptop. I’ll claim computer failure later.
“My God you are beautiful,” I say as I kiss you. “Remind me to distract you more often,” you say. “Oh, I will! I will! Reservations aren’t for hours. Only one thing to do between then and now.” I respond.
I pull your legs apart.
Your hint of wetness has become a veritable flood. I lick my lips.
“My turn,” I murmur, positioning my tongue for first taste.
First taste in the feast and celebration of you…
