THE LUNCHEON

It was Saturday morning and she was alone once again. What was SO important that he had to come into work on yet another weekend? She felt desire burn deep within her, so hot that her body ached with it. Her hands ran down her chest and brushed over her already erect nipples. The fire went wild as one of her hands continued down between her legs. She was so sensitive that a mere touch made her groan. She considered her vibrator, but became quickly discouraged. She knew it would no longer do. She needed to be touched. She needed HIS touch. She hands retreated as she flopped over on the bed. It was already 9:30 in the morning, and she no desire to get out of bed. It was a glorious day outside, but the sun didn’t look as bright or inviting enough to entice to her to emerge from under the blankets. She lay there a little while and watched TV but it did little good to take her mind from the burning desire in her thighs. The phone rang, and she almost didn’t answer it, but the caller ID told her it was him calling from the office. His voice sounded tired and a bit ragged.

“I am coming home for lunch honey, but I have to get back in quickly. We just have this damn deadline we have to make.”

She absently mumbled a few words of understanding. Bland words that just fell out of her mouth not really hearing herself, and just like that, he was gone again. It has been like this for weeks now. He has barely noticed her, barely touched her. She was really starting to resent that promotion he got, the extra responsibility has cost her far more than she had wagered. Then, like a bolt from the blue, an idea came to her. A fabulously beautiful idea. She flung herself from her bed and headed to her small make up table. She quickly did her hair and put on just a touch of make up, she wanted to be as natural as she could for him, he liked that. Then she slipped off all her clothes and slipped into a very short silk robe. She checked herself in the mirror. It barely covered her buttocks, it was perfect. She then headed to the kitchen and cleaned up a bit.

It wasn’t long before the back door opened and he came in. His face was buried in some papers as usual, and he barely even notice her standing there as he made his way to table and plopped down unceremoniously. He was still concentrating on something, leafing through mounds of pages. She leaned against the counter. She could feel the edge of the robe slipping up her backside. She struck the most sensual pose she could without being too revealing. She turned to look at him, eyes smoldering and she could feel the heat start pulsing through her body. He still paid no mind to her, mesmerized by the words and numbers on that page. She would not give up so easily though, she would not lose to this beast one more day. She cleared her throat, and looked hard at him.

Without even looking up, he says, “Would you mind to much fixing me something, I am starved and I can’t be long, gotta get this project done.”

She stood there for a second, staring at him. Her eyes narrowed and she could not help but think to herself, what the hell is wrong with him? Anger swelled up in her, but it wasn’t enough to stamp out the desire that burned between her thighs and in her belly. She looked at the man she loved consumed by work, the same work she had encouraged him to pursue, but he was becoming too involved in his work, too absorbed. The thought entered her mind that he has forgotten her, took her for granted. NO, she told herself, I will not lose him to this. He WILL know me again. With this she spun around and grabbed a plate from the cupboard. She turned and strode with a confident gait toward the table. He was completely unaware of the moment that had transpired, but she would let him know. She walked up to him, his chair was slightly cocked to the side, somewhat facing her. With one hand she held the plate out over the placemat in front of him, and with a good 6 inches between it and the table, dropped it with a loud THUD. This got his attention, and he looked up at her. She could still see he was quite confused and a little concerned. Not wasting a second she grabs the papers with one hand and unties the robe with the other. Her robe opened in unison to papers falling. He is still looking at her half naked body before him, but he is still a little shell shocked. She gingerly places one foot in between his legs, and slides her foot up underneath his crotch. She then uses the position to hoist herself onto the table. She careful sits on the plate she had just placed there, then spreading her legs wide, placing one foot on the chair behind him, over his shoulder. Her robe slips to the side, revealing her breasts, nipples erect. The feeling of the silk sliding off of them makes her groan.

“This all I could come up this on such short notice.”

Then finally it dawns on him. Men can be so dense sometimes, she thinks to herself. Then with one swift motion, she grabs him by the hair and forces his face into her dripping wet pussy. He didn’t miss a beat. He began to drink of her deeply and, for the first time in weeks, he realized how much he had missed her, the feel of her, the taste of her, her aroma and the timbre of her voice. With her scent heavily on him and her flavor lingering on his tongue, he suddenly realized how much he had deprived himself. Her hips start moving into him and her breathing became labored. Her whole body fell into a rhythm with his tongue and lips. She has never been so wet before and it seemed to drive him. She felt his teeth against her clit and lips, the tip of his tongue circles it then dives deeply into her. Only to retreat to suckle and kiss her in the most intimate way a man can kiss a woman. She wanted more, so much more. She drove her hips onto his tongue and lips, and his hands only grabbed her to pull her in more. Her nipples were so sensitive that the very air seemed to make her cry out. She threw her head back as her whole body felt him. The desire she had for him blinded her with beautiful, brilliant white light. She could barely see straight, having orgasmed several times in that short time, and did not noticed him take off his shirt. She could feel him though, as his hands explored her body, gripping and stroking her legs, her back, and her breasts. He grabbed her ass tightly and pulled her in closer as he goes down on her again. His tongue barely touched her, now extremely sensitive, clit before she was gushing again. He wasted no time and lapped up the warmth of her juice as it flowed out of her. She was having trouble breathing from the desire that was now making her entire body feverish and flush. She grips his hair and pulls him up to her. Her lips touch his and she tastes herself on him, driving her completely wild. They embraced and kiss even more deeply as she begins unbuckling his pants. She was shaking so badly, she just wanted him inside her. She wanted to feel him fill her, stretch her, penetrate her. With his help he was quickly devoid of pants, naked in front of her. She reached down and gently stroked him, lightly grazed the head of his cock. She felt him shutter at the touch and couldn’t stop the smile that arose to her face. She moved to the edge of the table and pulled him close. Their lips engage again, she feels his chest press against her breasts, pushing her nipples in. The feel of his breath pressing against her makes her even more wet than she was before. Without guidance, without help, his cock finds her and pushes into her deeply. Her eyes went blurry as she was opened and her whole body shook with pleasure at the feeling. She was so deprived of this, starved of this actually. When he pushed deeper into her, forcing the entire length inside her, he started grinding against her clit. She moaned deeply and gripped onto him, for fear she would fall over. She dug her nails into his back as he started driving into her harder and faster, making her world spin. He wrapped his arms around her as she wrapped her legs around him. They held each other tight as they tried desperately to become one person, one lover. Their lips met again in blind passion as her drove into her. With a hard thrust, trying to push his entire being into her, he exploded inside her. Weeks of self-deprivation and tension were released inside her. He gave a nice long and slow stroke as he finished off. He could feel him drip from her as his still swollen cock pushed his seed out of her.

Both, with labored breath, looked deeply into each other’s eyes. He saw her, the real her, and recognized this soul that was bound to his and she saw him. They had returned home, found their way back to each other, and they became one again. She runs her fingers through the back of his hair as he pulled her close. They kissed again, deeply exploring each other in ways only lovers can. Slowly and completely, his strokes begin. It did not take long before she empties on to him again, but there is still a smoldering fire that has yet to be quenched. She pushes against his chest, pushing him away. He stumbles slightly, but the chair behind him accepts him with grace. She slides down slowly, and in the small space between her and the table, she gets to her knees. Her hands find his feet and slowly make their way up to his knees. Gently she pushes them apart, and then follows his thighs inward. His cock is still semi hard, and she wraps her hands around it, squeezes it, then slowly stokes him. It does not take long until the blood rushes back in, making it hard. Slowly, and watching him closely, she descends on it. His breathing gets very forced and heavy as he watches her. With his erect cock in her hands, she slowly kisses, licks, and savors the taste of him and her mingled together. She takes him in her mouth completely, her mouth slowly making love to him. She feels him tense as he grips her hair and tosses his head back. She loves to see him in this ecstasy and gradually increases her speed and intensity. As she quickens her pace, she lets her hand roam and run up to his chest, digging and scratching with her nails.

He groans loudly, she feels he is close to release again. So with a final kiss, she stands. Breathing heavy, she looks directly into his eyes. Then closes what little distance there was between them and is quickly on top of him, straddling him. She watches the excitement in his eyes as he easily slides into her. She takes his face in her hands and kisses him deeply as her hips grind into him. She comes up for air, and wraps her arms around his head, pulling him to her breasts. Without hesitation he takes her nipples into his mouth. The feel of his tongue, his lips and teeth excite her to no end. She grinds into him harder, faster, and their pulses sync and quicken. His hands are on her back, digging into her, pulling her onto him, driving himself deeper into her. She becomes flush and lets out a cry, if not for his hands holding her, she was sure she would have fallen. She feels it building inside, she is so close to releasing all over him again. She feels him explode inside her and it was just enough to tip the scale into full blown orgasm. Months of pent-up frustrations and denial disintegrate as he empties into her. That warmth that filled her triggered her as, she too lets it all go. With her body quivering and shaking uncontrollably; she collapses on top of him. They sit for some time, him still inside, and her slowly calming. They whisper secret things to each other as they sit there, feeling each other. She tried after a while to stand only to find her legs give way. This gave them both a laugh, and a good excuse to stay there a little while longer. That moment did not last long though, as he picks her up and carries her to the bedroom. He lays her on the bed and sits up looking at her. In that moment he marveled at her. Her beauty shown through her eyes like a brilliant star in the night sky. It seemed like forever that he just sat there staring. Suddenly he gets up and retrieves his phone from his pants pocket which were still littering the kitchen floor. As he walks back into the bedroom, she sees the phone in his hands and watches him dial. She felt it all come to a close. He is calling the office, surely to tell them he will be late. A sadness came over her, and she whispered a little prayer to let this go on forever, just the two of them. In reality, she knew had to get back to work. Then she heard him speak.

“Sorry guys, I can’t make it back in today.” She could hear them loudly protesting as he gave them one more backhanded apology then hung up the phone. He turned and looked at her. His eyes were soft again. He had come back to her, and she couldn’t help but smile. He knew, and understood without a word. He laid down and she curled up in his arms. They talked and laughed and loved until the sun came up on Sunday morning. Never again did he lose sight, and never again would she allow him. In that moment they were not two people, but one couple.