THE OFFICE LUNCH

We had been seeing each other for some time now. I 
should say, literally, seeing, as it was as harmless as 
that. I was deeply and passionately in love with Sandy, 
but she, alas was married. Although she knew how I felt, 
for many months now we had just been having casual 
lunches. 

A while back we would go out to various parks and have 
nice comfortable talks. I enjoyed several foot massages 
and some hand massaging to release tension. Once I even 
massaged her back. And several time we shared a most 
delightful, but chaste and platonic hug. 

We both knew that there was more to our feelings than 
just these "encounters" and we each, in our own way, 
hungered for more. But we were loyal, at least, 
physically loyal.

Then an unfortunate happenstance caused us to forgo our 
usual "outing." We were forced to limit ourselves to the 
local office grounds. But one day when we had a date 
planned, and we both needed it very much (the mental 
alleviation we each felt at sharing these few moments 
was monumentally heart-warming, it was nearly like our 
physical frustrations and, well, to put it bluntly, our 
horniness was partially slaked by these moments), it was 
raining. 

I wanted to return to "our park" for a rainy-day picnic, 
but her superior will (not only was she strong willed, 
but she was magnificently beautiful, a perfect and 
exquisite creature of grace, charm and sensual charisma 
like none I have ever known) prevailed and she suggested 
my office.

Now my office is small and cluttered. The only really 
recognizable features are the computer on a table beside 
my desk and the "guest" chair is in front of my desk. 
Sandy brought her lunch and seductively settled her 
lovely self in the chair so I could soak in her warmth 
and beauty. It was so tempting to close the door, even 
lock it, but the office wags would have had a field day. 
It was going to be bad enough with the occasional 
passerby, but we had no choice.

Lunch, itself, could have been uneventful, as sound 
would carry so we had to keep our voices low whenever we 
spoke of relevant things, like love and sex and the 
like; however, I found that there was just enough room 
beneath the desk modesty shield for me to read her feet. 
A strategically placed box helped to cover up the erotic 
fondling that was to occur.

During one particularly passionate, albeit, low-voiced 
exchange about the charms of sexual intercourse, I 
accidentally bumped into her foot with mine. The result 
was not unexpected when a humongous size 13 encounters a 
delicate, sensitive, feminine bare foot. Although it was 
not truly serious I felt really badly and desired to rub 
it to ease the pain. Sandy would not even allow that to 
happen, but I decided to remove my shoes to prevent a 
recurrence. 

Why it took me so long to realize that I could stroke 
her feet with mine I will never know. Sandy readily 
accepted this because no one could see. So now as we 
talked of sweet nothings I relieved my passions with 
gentle and erotic fondling of her feet. 

Oh, if the office only knew what was going on. But they 
didn't! This went on for a good ten minutes. I was 
having difficulty making cover-up conversation as the 
stimulation was enormous. Here I was virtually making 
mad, passionate love with the most beautiful person in 
the world and I had to keep up the chatter. The desk 
covered up my erection well, whether my voice did or not 
is something else.

Then somehow the subject of computer programs came up. 
It may seem funny to be able to think of something like 
that on the verge of an orgasm, but it did, thank 
goodness. And why in the hell do I say, "thank 
goodness?" Well, my patient reader, I decided that it 
was time to show her one of my new acquisitions. Now I 
could have showed her some of the X-rated texts I had or 
some of the graphics that would justify the purchase on 
a computer in the first place, but that seemed like a 
blaspheme. 

I picked an innocuous program and started it. Sandy 
obviously could not see from where she was sitting, so 
our mated feet were torn apart so that the rest of us 
could be closer together. She glided over to my side and 
slowly and erotically turned towards the screen and sort 
of snuggled up to me and my new friend resting idly, but 
expectantly, in my lap. 

So let me describe the scene for you late comers. Here I 
was sitting at my desk looking at an innocuous video 
display with an enormous hard-on sort of hidden beneath 
the table. (I must say, parenthetically, that my 
erection was hidden from the casual viewer, but Sandy 
was not a "casual viewer." To her, nothing about me was 
lost from her view, at least, I hoped.) 

Now I am no John Holmes, but with Sandy so close I sure 
felt I could give him a decent run for his money or 
whatever. The smile that crossed Sandy's lovely full and 
passionate lips almost caused me to lose my wad right 
then and there, as it said, "I like it that way." But 
let me continue before you the ever patient reader gets 
bored. And right, and I mean RIGHT, next to me stood the 
luscious, delicious hunk of femininity, just dripping 
with sensual passion. 

Her hips were so close to my face I could almost smell 
the aphrodisiac aroma from her genitals. In my mind I 
could and they drove me wild. She slightly bent down to 
point to the screen and rubbed her thigh seductively 
against my shoulder.

Expertly, we continued the idle chatter about computers 
and such. The occasional observer would not have noticed 
anything. "Love accomplished miracles," I always have 
said, and I sure was in Love, deep, wonderful LOVE with 
this perfect creature. It was only natural to share my 
joy of being with her so I reached up and put my arms 
around her hips. This and subsequent actions were, of 
course, carefully hidden from all who walked by. 

At first, Sandy hesitated and moved away, slightly. Her 
instinct was keep her distance, probably thinking that 
she had encouraged something that shouldn't be 
encouraged. Her "encouragement" was not of her knowing. 
Just because she was what she was, a delightfully kind, 
gentle and sensitive mature woman in a most attractive 
package. 

All along I had been attracted to her even before she 
knew I existed. God surely had created some strange 
things in this world and many beautiful ones. But this 
time She out did Herself. (Some may think that only a 
male could conceive of the perfect female, but I say 
that men wouldn't recognize the "perfect female" if she 
were dropped in their lap. All they want is a good fuck. 
Only a female could imagine all of the delightful traits 
of her sex and wish to package just one.) But I digress 
again.

In the past I would have dropped my arm and let her 
"win" her battle of wills, but for some reason I was not 
going to allow it this time. My increasingly active lap-
friend may have influenced me. Anyway, I tightened my 
grip on her hips and pulled her back against my 
shoulder. When I felt the resisting tension ease, I 
eased my grip. But my hand seemed to be detached. 

It soon began a slow monotonous "cruise" around Sandy's 
soft and lovely flank. Our hugs in the past had been 
waste-up now I was being treated to another delightfully 
curvaceous part of this enchanting creature.

With each passage I detected less resistance. Her right 
hand, which had poised near mine a few moments ago, 
gradually fell back to her side. I felt a distinct 
softening ripple through her. Cautiously, my hand felt 
it was nearer to me, to attempt to surmount the two 
exquisite mounds of passion. 

Sandy's luscious and sensuous bottom was one of her most 
outstanding features, and that is from a leg-man, who 
had long admired the slim, trim turn of her ankle. This 
lady embodied perfection enough for all normal 
fixations. Now, as in my dreams so many, many times I 
was softly caressing each contour of her posterior so 
cruelly trapped in a dress and underwear. 

This was a body that deserved to be set free (and she 
had sent me into a frenzy once when she said she loved 
to fish in the nude, I have still not recovered from 
those mind-boggling scenes). Anyway, I continued this 
exotic trip to never-never land until I thought I would 
physically wear away her clothes. The only noticeable 
reaction I could ascertain was a definite snuggling.

Gradually, my hand moved down and continued the caress 
on her lovely seductively curved thigh and down and 
around to her knee, the first touch of flesh, or near 
flesh, as her ever-present hose prevented me from fully 
touching the natural her. 

With ever so much delicacy I began a very slow and, 
hopefully, sensuous return trip up her leg. A quick 
stiffening and the return of her right hand stopped me 
about half way up her graceful thigh. Her hand rested 
gently on mine as if saying, "Hold it. I sure enjoy 
this. but it shouldn't happen."

For a brief moment I paused. With this pause, her body 
relaxed, but her delicate hand remained. 

A co-worker popped his head in my office. We exchanged 
pleasantries for a few minutes. Her hand fell away.

Even before the interloper left I began once again the 
delicious climb of the stairs to heaven. This time I 
encountered no resistance. When I neared the summit of 
my climb, I slowed to "smell the flowers along the way" 
and I would have given anything to smell the wondrous 
aroma that surely must be radiating from the grotto of 
love, so near. 

Slowly, but surely, I continued my trek along those 
exquisite inner thighs of this goddess. Every time I 
felt Sandy tense, I paused and circled around in delight 
until this wondrous creature shared my delight. Then I 
continued my marvelous voyage. 

When I encountered the apex and felt the multiple layers 
of artificial coverings my fingers rested to peruse. 
Further ministrations would be ineffectual for both of 
us. I considered asking Sandy to excuse herself for an 
altering of attire, you know, get "into" something more 
comfortable, but remotely remembering the location I 
chucked that idea. I was lost in thought and 
frustration.

Then a door appeared before me, a strange, but lovely 
door. I approached it in my mind and opened it. Revealed 
before me was the most beautiful and exotic garden 
anyone has ever beheld. All colors filled my eyes and a 
million lovely smells clouded my senses. What had caused 
this? Well, my patient friend. A touch. Yes! A simple, 
genuine and honest touch. No I hadn't really seen a 
heavenly garden nor smelled one. 

I had felt the touch of Aphrodite, no it was more, it 
was the warm gentle passionate touch of Sandy on my 
thigh. The heat radiating from that one simple act 
filled me with renewed yearning and fervor to share my 
joy. As I clumsily fought the fold under Sandy's dress 
to strain to locate the tops of her hindering garments, 
the warm hand on me squeezed its encouragement. 

At last, success, I had found the end. Now the difficult 
task of lower this physical barrier without destroying 
anything and without causing undue disturbance that 
might cause an intruder to notice. Slowly and carefully 
I lowered her panties and panty hose in fits and starts, 
first from one side and then the other. 

Initially, a fraction of an inch at a time and gradually 
gaining confidence and experience I was able to move it 
a few inches at a time. At long last I had slipped the 
encumbrances low enough so that my delicious explore 
could continue. I trembled with anticipation and 
trepidation. Would she really stand idle by and let me 
continue? I had to wait only a few moments for the 
answer.

With exceedingly slow and gentle strokes I followed my 
previously traversed path back to the joining of those 
exquisite soft and satiny limbs. I could have simply 
followed the heat to the source of my desire, but I had 
other ways of searching and the probe itself, was not 
without elation. But I was further aided by the warm 
hand on my thigh. As I approached the toasty source the 
grip became stronger. When I finally reached the love's 
sacred sanctuary and just felt the moistness, the grip 
on me was of one possessed.

I just flirted with the holy grail, skirting its ripe 
lips in search of Sandy's holy scepter. The delight of 
the search was exhilarating. There it is! I had found 
the verge of Femininity, Femininity incarnate in this 
lush, magnificent and flawless body of Sandy. Three 
things happened at once: The shock of first contact shot 
electricity through my hand, Sandy stiffened in rapture 
and her hand moved and closed on my rigid penis, 
striving to free itself from its earthly bonds. 

For a brief instant we were both frozen in time. Any 
casual passer would have just seen two ordinary people 
watching a computer display. Only if they had heard the 
virtually inaudible groan of delight simultaneously 
spill from their lips would there have been the 
slightest suspicion. Fortunately, none did.

Their brief pause in their urgent endeavor was passed as 
my fingers gently caressed this enchanted tip. As I 
cuddled and embraced its firm outline a steady ecstatic 
moan could be heard. Without missing a single fond 
stroke, I slipped my unused fingers down lower to the 
chalice I so dearly craved to sip from. (If only,...., 
but that was not to be.) Her response was only the 
imperceptible whisper, "Please, please don't stop. Don't 
stop for anything. It is wonderful, so, very, very 
wonderful."

Needless to say, I was not going to discontinue my 
joyous petting, whether it gave Sandy pleasure or not 
and she knew it. Because all of this time she had 
courageously encouraged my erection by expertly stroking 
it in time with my ministrations. 

Her only pause was to quickly unzip my fly and release 
my steel-hard penis to be freely exercised by her 
delicate and sensitive fingers. On and on we went, our 
minds lost in each other's finger-tip embraces. The only 
change was the steady increase in intensity as we 
approached our long-sought climaxes simultaneously. This 
was all we could share. 

The enchantment my fingers encountered was 
indescribable. The hot moist chamber was so soft and 
inviting, inviting to more of me than was possible at 
that time. My poor surrogate-penis could only wonder at 
what might have been. The sensitive finger tips probed 
for more contact, deeper and deeper, but they could only 
proceed so far before my contact with Sandy's deserving 
clitoris would be lost. 

In they would slide delighting in their surroundings, 
the silky and pliable grotto made slippery and slidey by 
a delicious mixture of oozing secretions I longed to 
sip. The treasure-trove at the end of this exquisite 
tunnel could never be surpassed by the path itself. But 
the long search for the Love-prize, the mother-lode, was 
about to end with fulfillment.

Neither was Sandy's hand a substitute for her delightful 
vagina, but she sure tried. Not only was the stroking in 
harmony with our inner souls, but her finger tips 
continuously played the field, so to speak. No one part 
of my bloated stiff protuberance was free of her 
investigative touch. The sensations she caused were 
exquisite.

When I could no longer hold back I whispered, "We have 
arrived, Sandy. Come with me to Nirvana, enter Elysium 
with me." And we both shook in ecstasy and we climaxed 
exactly together.

As my seed flowed all over some papers on the floor, 
Sandy collapsed to her knees. 

For many minutes we stayed still, basking in the 
brilliant, but soft, glow of joyous spiritual Love made 
tangible by our bodies. 

Then after the glow had abated somewhat we both realized 
our predicament. Our unabashedly Loving smiles to each 
other quickly faded as we struggled to pick up the loose 
pieces. In surprisingly short time all appeared normal. 
The floor had been cleaned up, the clothes replaced, as 
needed, and our countenances restored to near normal. 

"What's new?" Sam said as he bustled in unannounced. In 
unison, we replied, "Nothing, what's new with you?" And 
laughed the relaxed laughed of truly at ease and 
satisfied with themselves, which they happened to be.