Afternoon Delight

It was an unusually quiet day at work.  She sat at her desk, working busily on the family's checkbook. Most of the attorneys were out of the office and she and her fellow legal assistants had completed most of the "real work."  With the bosses away, they had begun to work on their private affairs.  The sun was shining warmly through the narrow window blinds behind her desk and she was happy to have this time to get these tasks off of her desk.  
 
The phone rang. She glanced at the caller ID and saw that it was him, calling from his desk at work.  She answered. "What are you up to?" he asked.  
 
"I'm trying to get some of our personal stuff done," she whispered, "it's really dead here today."  
 
There was a long pause, a few seconds of silence when she could hear that the office in which he worked was quiet as well. Not the usual sound of business surrounding him today.  "What's up with you?"  
 
 There was another long pause and she could tell that he was hesitant to say something. "What's up?"  
 
 He sounded nervous. "Well, since its quiet..."  He was searching for the right words. "Do you think we could meet at home during lunch?”  
 
 She sighed. She knew what he really meant. It had nothing to do with actually eating lunch. Instead, he was asking her to meet at their home to make love.  He had asked this of her a few times before, but they had never gone through with it.   She knew that this was a "bucket list" thing for him. But something that she had never had the courage to do.  Their sex life had often been a strain on them. He was always wanting more than she felt she could give.  They both struggled with it.  
 
 But in recent months, perhaps over a year or more, things had changed a bit.  She had been making an earnest attempt to be closer to him; to not turn him away so frequently.  And it was having a positive effect on his psyche.   It was never something they discussed out loud, but he was a lot happier thanks to her effort at openness to intimacy.  And he wondered if just maybe she was a bit more satisfied too.    
 
 But she felt uneasy on hearing his proposal.  She was never comfortable talking about sex and now here he was asking her about it over the phone.  "Oh geez...why do you ask me these things?"  
 
 "Because for the two of us, this could be a once in a lifetime experience."  She sighed heavily again, feeling nervousness creep around her body.    How would this even work?  She thought to herself. Everybody at work would figure it out, right?    
 
 "I don't know," she told him.  "You're stressing me out.”  
 
 "I'm sorry," he said earnestly.  "This is not supposed to be stressful; it’s supposed to be fun. I was just trying to be impulsive."  
 
 She thought about what he was saying. When they made love at night, it often began stressfully for her.  He would begin by putting his arms around her in their bed, caressing her hair and massaging her shoulders. She always knew that he was looking for more contact than that, and at first her body would stiffen and become rigid against his.   But sometimes things changed.  When he moved his fingers slowly along her neck and traced just beneath the collar of her night shirt, she would begin to relax.   She enjoyed the tingling feeling in her breasts as her skin and the soft tissue below became erect beneath his fingertips.  On the best nights, it was very relaxing.  
 
 "It's supposed to be satisfying" he said.  He's probably right.  "Should we meet at home?" he repeated.    
 
 She took a deep breath and listened to the quiet sounds of the unimportant work being done throughout the office.  She recalled how during the previous night she had showered, and having shaved as well, came to their bed all warm and clean and smooth.  She knew how much that turned him on--but still she turned away his advances in favor of a good night's sleep.      
 
She thought of the night last month when he entered from beneath her and she came harder than she had in a long time.  Embarrassed, she flushed at the mere memory and at the thought of taking this risk today; even looking over her shoulder to make sure no one in the office could see her on the phone.     She was reluctant to think about this, much less say anything out loud.  But from somewhere deep inside, her heart softened.  
 
 "How would we.....well...what time?"  She couldn't believe she was even speaking these words.  
 
 Across town in his office, his heart jumped with joy and excitement.  She hadn't refused him!    Blood rushed throughout his body and now it was he who had become almost speechless.  They agreed on 12:30 pm meeting time and he spent the next hour and a half in a state of complete distraction.  By the time he was driving home, he was smiling and shaking at the thought of feeling her body and exploring with his lips across her fragrant skin.    
 
 For her part, she slipped out of the office a bit earlier than normal without speaking much to anyone, other than a brief reference to an errand as she walked out the door.  
 
Throughout the drive, her nervousness had her shaking too, but a sense of restrained excitement grew with each mile she drove. Imperceptibly, her knees parted and she quivered with the anticipation.  He wants to please me, she reminded herself. Just try to feel it.  
 
 She was the first to arrive at their home.  After pondering where to wait for him, she slowly walked up the stairs into their bedroom when the sound of his car coming up the drive entered the stairwell.  Quickly she moved into their room and twirled the window blinds closed.  She kicked her shoes away and returned to her side of the bed just in time to see him enter the room.    
 
 Despite over twenty years together, they felt equally shy and embarrassed.  He quickly closed the distance between them, placing his left hand behind her head, and the other around her waist, drawing her to his body.    
 
 He longed to kiss her deeply on her red lips in gratitude for this outward gesture of love and intimacy. But he restrained himself. Instead, he bent slightly to trace his nose along the ridge of her left ear and delicately kissed her sensitive lobe.  She smelled wonderful and he continued kissing down her neck until reaching the collar of her shirt.  Her eyes closed as she tried to live in the moment.  His warm breath tickled her neck and sent an erotic shivering feeling down her skin to the small of her back.  
 
He moved even closer, backing her legs against their bed until she was forced to a seated position. Her legs parted and he knelt on the floor between them.  
 
She wore a tasteful, dark-blue satin blouse with narrow lapels and big white buttons going down the middle.  She wore it untucked over a textured pair of pleated brown slacks that puckered open at the waist when she sat on the bed.
 
With the thumb and forefinger of each hand, he gently gripped the lapels of her blouse and guided her neck closer to his mouth.  His eager lips began to dance left and right across the slender nape of her neck, inhaling between each of the tiny kisses which landed on her skin.  
 
 She raised her chin and, closing her eyes again, leaned forward to encourage his lips to travel further down her excited neck.  Tracing his fingers downward, he easily released her top button and allowed his gaze to drift downward to see the alluring shadow which fell between her supple breasts, beautifully separated by her lacy white bra.  
 
One by one, he slowly loosened each button until the blouse fell open to reveal such elegant features that it briefly took his breath away.  Hands trembling, he carefully lowered the satin down her shoulders and neatly laid the blouse across the bedpost.  As he did this, his wife unbuttoned her pants and slid them towards her knees, wiggling them loose until they reached the floor.    
 
 She lay quietly on their bed with her hands resting next to her head while he quietly removed his clothes and placed them on top of her shirt on the same bed post.    
 
Then, without speaking a word to each other, he reached his hand behind her as she arched her back, inviting him to release her bra.  He did so with ease, and slowly pulled the delicate straps along her slender arms before scattering it on the pillow beside them.  
 
 With the sun peeking around the corners of the lowered blinds, he straddled her and pushed her elbows upward, sending her hands over the far side of the bed.  With her curved frame now open and exposed, he alternately kissed her naked chest and flicked his wet tongue down the middle of her torso.   From between her firm breasts to the delicate bow which decorated her white panties, he moved up and down, and side to side in search of only those spots where his kisses would shorten her breaths and deepen her longing for full satisfaction.  
 
 Their room was quiet, except for the sound of his lips moving across her skin. Outside, puffy white clouds moved slowly across the sun as if they were aware of the couples' desire for privacy--and their room darkened.  
 
 He was moving slowly, not wanting to rush the experience he had dreamed of for years. He slowly worked down her body to her legs. Gently massaging her inner thighs, he spent several minutes circling his fingers and kissing up and down each leg, beginning at her ankles and moving upward to her knees, alternating from side to side.    
 
Her mind emptied of all thoughts except for the feeling of his hands and lips moving across her smooth skin.   So focused on each other, the couple never sensed the long minutes as they went by.  She began to long for him to touch between her legs, but she said nothing.    
 
Moving upward again, and with his eyes closed, his mouth searched her soft tummy along the line where her stomach met her breast.  He paused for a moment, and then lowered his lips to her nipples, first circling them with kisses and then drawing them fully into his warm mouth.  
 
With her knees slightly raised, he used his right hand to push her panties below her knees and she gently kicked her smooth legs until they fell to the bed beneath them.  Finally! She thought.  
 
 He released the firm grip of his mouth around her breast.   The sight and the smooth feel of her completely shaved slit now sent even more blood rushing through his groin and he was ready to enter her.  But he reminded himself to remain patient and tried to maintain his focus on pleasing his wife.      
 
 She too was wet and open, having forgotten all of the nervousness and hesitation which preceded this moment.  As if reading her mind, he at last arrived with his mouth between her legs and she rejoiced at the arrival of his wet tongue and warm kisses along her erotic pick lips. He lingered there, moving his shoulders up and down in rhythm with her hips, while shallowly entering her with his tongue.  
 
 He remained excited and hard, stimulated by the ecstasy she silently communicated with the up and down movement of her legs and tummy.   She knew she could come just like this, but she desperately wanted more.   And on hearing the rate of his breathing becoming as fast as her own, she pulled his shoulders upward, allowing him to lower his hips towards her opening--his rigid tip gliding across the smooth skin where her hair had been.  
 
She wanted him inside and knew that he wanted it too!   Using her hands, she reached between her legs and grasped his erection.   Six times she used his shaft to massage up and down her glistening lips, until finally positioning his red wet tip atop the wet base of her opening.   Holding her hips steady, she released her gentle grip and repositioned her hands along his waist.  
 
He felt the sensation of her warm flesh inviting him inward.  She pressed her buttocks and heels into the bed and they could both feel the incredible sensation of his ridged head moving across the flexible creases within her.  Synchronizing their motion, the couple rocked steadily until his pelvis gently touched down atop her now roaring clitoris.  
 
They lay motionless together as their bodies became one.   As he pressed a bit further, she felt her inner walls widen to accept him deeper still.  His elbows were now firmly anchored around either side of her head allowing his fingers to touch her ears as they rocked in unison on their bed.    
 
She then wrapped her legs around him and the motion caused him to slide outward, massaging the inner walls of her vagina. It was glorious!  They repeated the motion again and again and warmth radiated around their bodies.    Together they reached the point of no return!  Under their breath, someone said "oh....oh!"  
 
Energetically, she walked her fingers far around his bottom and then pulled inward to press his hilt against her clit.  Their motion stopped as he leaned firmly into her.  Their breathing became faster, their movements shorter and quicker.   Over and over again he moved within her walls.   Over and over again her lips danced and squeezed around him.  
 
Their minds shut out every noise but the sound of each other's breathing.   She couldn't wait any longer.  She swiftly increased the up and down movement of her hips in eager anticipation!    Oh please! she silently begged!   She writhed and thrashed her hips beneath him until she could no longer control her body.   Without effort she came, feeling the surge of ecstasy deep inside herself and the feeling radiated throughout her body!   Oh god!   A second surge overcame her and she moaned with delight.      Her wet walls uncontrollably gripped his shaft even more tightly.   He accelerated his movement with her, bringing his uncontrollable release a second later.  He surged…he surged!  He surged three times within her and she felt the warmth of his orgasm spread within her body.  
 
They laid there for several minutes to fully experience this feeling of satisfaction.  He remained motionless between her legs except for the last few aftershocks of their love making which radiated down his shaft and into her.     They remained as one body, breathing heavily together.  Slowly their breathing returned to normal and her grip upon him loosened and he slowly retreated from inside of her as his rigidness gave way to softness.    
 
Only 30 minutes had gone by, but to them it felt like hours.  He kissed her gently on her chest and she took a deep cleansing breath.  They were relaxed and happy.  Neither of them wanted to part.  She was relieved to have taken the risk of coming home to him.  He would cherish this memory forever; it would sustain his esteem for weeks.      
 
They did not speak.   Her left hand reached upward to adjust his chin, and she raised her lips to kiss him softly on the lips.  As she did this, she inhaled to smell him, and his eyes glistened at the expression of love she had just shared.  
 
They both wondered whether they would ever seek this experience again, or would it never happen again?   But at this moment, it did not matter.   They both knew that soon enough, they would return to their busy lives.  They’d return to work…to the phone calls, the after school activities, homework and bedtimes.   But on this warm afternoon it was just the two of them, holding each other in the privacy of their bed...acting impulsively and feeling warm in each other's embrace.     And as they stirred, the sun peaked again around the corner of the blinds.   The puffy white clouds drifted slowly away into the afternoon sky.