We’ve been seeing each other for some time. I should say, literally, see, how harmless it was like that. I was deeply and passionately in love with Sandy, but she, Alas, was married. Even though he knew how I felt, we were just having lunch for many months. A while ago, we used to go out to various parks and have fun talking. I enjoyed several foot massages and some hand massages to release tension. Once I even massaged it. And several times we shared a more delicious hug, but chaste and platonic. We both knew there was more feeling than these “unconscious” and we, in our own way, are more hungry. But we were loyal, at least physically loyal.

Then an unfortunate incident forced us to give up our “outs”. We were forced to limit ourselves to the premises. But one day when we had a planned date, and we both needed it very much (the mental alleviation we felt to share these few moments was monumentally heart warming, it was almost like our physical frustrations and, well, to put it bluntly, our cornea was partially slaked by these moments), it rained. I wanted to go back to our park for a rainy picnic, but his superior will (not only was strong, but it was magnificently beautiful, a perfect and exquisite creature of grace, charm and sensual charisma as no one I have ever known) prevailed and suggested my office.

Now my office is small and bulky. The only really recognizable features are the computer on a table next to my desk and the “guest” chair is in front of my desk. Sandy brought her lunch and seductively arranged her beautiful car in the chair so she could soak in her warmth and beauty. He was so tempted to close the door, even close it, but the office bugs would have had a day of field. It would have been pretty bad with the occasional passer, but we had no choice.

Lunch, itself, could have been ineventable, as the sound would bring so we had to keep our voices down whenever we talked about relevant things, such as love and sex and the like; However, I discovered that there was enough space under the shield of modesty desk for me to read his feet. A strategically positioned box helped cover the erotic care that had to happen.

During a particularly passionate exchange, though, in a low voice about the charm of sexual intercourse, I accidentally bumped into his foot with mine. The result was not unexpected when a huge size 13 meets a delicate, sensitive, female naked foot. Although it wasn’t really serious, I felt really bad and I wanted to rub to relieve pain. Sandy wouldn’t even let that happen, but I decided to remove my shoes to avoid an anniversary.

Because it took me so long to realize that I could caress her feet with my parents I’ll never know. Sandy easily accepted this because no one could see. So now as we talked about sweets nothing I eased my passions with sweet and erotic caressing his feet. Oh, if the office knew what was going on. But they didn’t! She went on for ten minutes. I had difficulty in making cover conversation as the stimulation was huge. Here I was virtually making crazy and passionate love with the most beautiful person in the world and I had to keep the basket. The desk covered my erection well, if my voice did or not is something else.

Then somehow the subject of computer programs came up. It may seem fun to be able to think of something like that on the edge of an orgasm, but it did, thanks to good. And why the hell do I say: “thank goodness?” Well, my patient, I decided it was time to show you one of my new acquisitions. Now I could have shown you some of the X-rated texts I had or some of the graphs that justified the purchase on a computer first, but that looked like a blasphemous.

I chose a harmless program and started it. Sandy obviously could not see from where she was sitting, so our crushed feet were torn so that the rest of us could be closer together. She slipped towards my side and slowly and erotically turned towards the screen and sort of snuggled to me and my new resting friend idly, but unexpectedly, in my lap.

So, let me describe the scene for you to be late. Here I was sitting at my desk watching a harmless video with a huge hard-on sort of hidden under the table. (I have to say, parentically, that my erection was hidden by the random viewer, but Sandy was not a random observer. To her, nothing of me was lost from her point of view, at least, I hoped.) I’m not John Holmes now, but with Sandy so close, I felt I could give him a decent ride for his money or something. The smile that crossed the beautiful full lips and passions of Sandy almost made me lose my wave just then and there, as he said, “I like it so”. But let me continue before the reader always gets bored. And to the right, and I want to say to the right, next to me was the lush, exquisite, exquisite femininity exquisite, just dripped with sensual passion. His hips were so close to my face that I almost felt aphrodisiac aroma from his genitals. In my mind, I could and they brought me around. She slightly bent to the screen and rubbed her thigh seductively against my shoulder.

Expert, we continued the idle chatter on computer and such. The occasional observer wouldn’t notice anything. “Love the miracles accomplished,” I always said, and I was certainly in Love, deep, wonderful LOVE with this perfect creature. It was natural to share my joy of being with her, so I reached and put my arms around her hips. This and the subsequent actions were, of course, carefully hidden by all those who have passed.

At first, Sandy hesitated and moved, slightly. His instinct was to keep his distance, probably thinking that she had encouraged something that should not be encouraged. His “couration” was not his knowledge. Just because it was what it was, a mature woman deliciously kind, kind and sensitive in a very attractive package. All the time I was attracted to her even before she knew I existed. God certainly had created some strange things in this world and many beautiful. But this time she left alone. (Some may think that only a male could conceive the perfect woman, but I say that men would not recognize the “perfect woman” if she had fallen in their lap. They just want a good fuck. Only a female could imagine all the delicious traits of her sex and want to pack only one.) But I disgrace again.

In the past, I would have dropped my arm and let her “win” her battle of will, but for some reason I didn’t want to allow it this time. My increasingly active friend of the tour might have influenced me. Anyway, I pulled my hips and pulled it back against my shoulder. When I heard the resistance to tension, I relieved my grip. But my hand seemed detached. Soon a slow monotonous “cruise” began around Sandy’s soft and beautiful flank. Our hugs in the past had been desperate now they were treating me in another delightfully curved part of this lovely creature.

With every step I detected less resistance. The right hand, which had rested near my a few minutes ago, gradually fell by his side. I felt a softening ripple. With caution, my hand felt that it was closer to me, to try to overcome the two exquisite tumults of passion. Sandy’s lush and sensual background was one of her most outstanding features, and this is from a man of leg, who had long admired the subtle, trim round of her ankle. This lady embodied perfection enough for all normal fixations. Now, as in my dreams so many times I was gently caressing every side of his posterior so cruelly trapped in a dress and underwear. This was a body that deserved to be released (and she sent me to a frenzy once when she said she loved fishing naked, I haven’t recovered from those mind-boggling scenes yet). Anyway, I continued this exotic journey on earth never-mai-mai-never until I thought that physically I would wear her clothes. The only obvious reaction I could make was a certain snuggling.

Gradually, my hand lowered and continued caress on her beautiful seductively curved thigh and down and around her knee, the first touch of meat, or near the meat, as her tube always present prevented me from completely touching the natural her. With so much delicacy I started a very slow return journey and, I hope, sensuous on his leg. A quick stiffening and the return of the right hand stopped me halfway on his graceful thigh. His hand softly rested on mine as if he said: “Wait. I really like it. but it should not happen. "

I stopped for a short time. With this break, his body is relaxed, but his delicate hand has remained.

A colleague gave him his head in my office. We exchanged pleasures for a few minutes. The hand fell.

Even before the interloper left, I started again the delightful climb of the stairs to the sky. This time I had no resistance. When I approached the top of my ascent, I slowed down to “sweet the flowers along the way” and I would give anything to smell the wonderful aroma that surely must be radiant from the cave of love, so close. Slowly, but surely, I continued my trek along those exquisite inner thighs of this goddess. Every time I heard Sandy tense, I stopped and wandered around to delight until this wonderful creature shared my delight. Then I continued my wonderful journey.

When I met the apex and heard multiple layers of artificial coatings my fingers rested for peruse. Further ministrations would be ineffective for both of us. I thought of asking Sandy to apologize for an alteration of clothing, you know, getting “into” something more comfortable, but remotely remembering the location I threw that idea. I’ve lost my mind and frustration.

Then a door appeared in front of me, a strange but beautiful door. I approached him in my mind and opened it. Revealed before me was the most beautiful and exotic garden that anyone has ever seen. All the colors have filled my eyes and a million adorable smells has blurred my senses. What caused her? Well, my patient friend. A touch. Yes! A simple, genuine and honest touch. No, I’ve never seen a heavenly garden or a smell. I had heard the touch of Aphrodite, no more, it was Sandy’s warm, kind touch on my thigh. The heat radiating from that simple act filled me with renewed desire and fervour to share my joy. While I fought embossed the fold under Sandy’s dress to strive to locate the tops of her obstacle clothing, the hot hand on me pressed her encouragement. Eventually, success, I found the end. Now the difficult task of lowering this physical barrier without destroying anything and without causing undue disturbances that could cause an intruder to notice. Slowly and carefully I lowered his panties and pantyhose in shape and begins, first on one side and then the other. Initially, a fraction of one inch at a time and gradually gaining confidence and experience were able to move it a few centimeters at a time. Finally I had slipped quite low incumbrances so that my delicious discovery could continue. I trembled in anticipation and trepidation. Could you really stand and let me continue? I just had to wait a few moments for the answer.

With extremely slow and gentle traits I followed my path previously crossed to the union of those exquisite soft and satin arts. I could have simply followed the heat at the source of my desire, but I had other ways of searching and the probe itself, was not without elation. But I was further helped by the hot hand on my thigh. As I approached the tolerant source, the grip became stronger. When I finally reached the sacred sanctuary of love and felt the muesity, the grip on me was of a possessed.

I just flirted with the Holy Grail, looking for Sandy’s holy sceptre. The pleasure of research was exciting. There he is! I found the edge of femininity, femininity embodied in this luxuriant, magnificent and impeccable body of Sandy. Three things happened immediately: The shock of the first contact fired electricity through my hand, Sandy stiffened in abduction and his hand moved and closed on my hard penis, trying to get rid of his earthly ties.

For a short while we were both frozen over time. Any occasional passer would have just seen two ordinary people looking at a computer display. Only if they had heard the almost inaudible moaning of the delight at the same time getting out of the lips there would have been the slightest suspicion. Fortunately, nobody did.

Their short pause in their urgent effort was passed while my fingers gently caressed this enchanted tip. As I pampered and embraced his firm profile a constant ecstatic pond could be heard. Without missing a single caress, I slipped my unused fingers lower to the cup from which I so much wanted to sip. (If only, …, but this should not be.) His answer was only the imperceptible whisper: “Please don’t stop. Don’t stop at all. It is wonderful, so, very, very wonderful. "

Needless to say, I wasn’t about to interrupt my joyful petting, if you please Sandy or not and she knew. Because all this time she had courageously encouraged my erection by caressing it wisely over time with my ministrations. Its only pause was to quickly szip my fly and release my hard steel penis to be freely exercised by its delicate and sensitive fingers. Up and up we went, our minds lost in every other pointed embrace. The only change was the constant increase in intensity as we approached our climaxes at the same time. That was all we could share.

The charm my fingers met was indescribable. The wet warm room was so soft and inviting, inviting to more than me that was possible at that time. My poor surrogate-penis could only wonder what it might have been. The sensitive tips of the fingers have been probed for deeper, deeper and deeper contact, but they could have proceeded until now before my contact with Sandy’s deserving clitoris would have been lost. In them they would flow delighting in their surroundings, the silky and pliable cave made slippery by a delicious mixture of oozing secretions that I wanted to sip. The treasure at the end of this exquisite tunnel could never be overcome by the path itself. But the long search for love-prize, the mother-lode, was about to end with satisfaction.

Neither Sandy’s hand was a substitute for her delicious vagina, but she definitely tried. Not only was he choking in harmony with our inner souls, but his fingertips continually sounded the field, so to speak. No part of my inflated rigid protuberance was free from her investigative touch. The sensations he caused were delicious.

When I couldn’t hold back, you’ll whisper: “We’re here, Sandy. Come with me to Nirvana, enter Elysium with me.” And we both shook in estasy and culminated exactly together.

While my seed flowed on some cards on the floor, Sandy collapsed at his knees.

For many minutes we stayed still, jumping in the bright, but soft, joyful spiritual glow Love made tangible by our bodies.

Then after the glow had tanned a little we both realized our situation. Our restless smiles Amanti quickly vanished as we struggled to collect loose pieces. In surprisingly short time everything appeared normal. The floor had been cleaned up, the clothes replaced, as necessary, and our counties restored to almost normal.

“What’s new?” Sam said he left without notice. In unison, we answered: “Nothing, what’s new with you?” And he laughed the relaxed laugh of really at ease and satisfied of themselves, which happened to be.