Silly Girl
Wes surprised me on Thursday by calling shortly after I returned to my office from picking up flea treatments at the vet. He had to go to Charleston that evening for a meeting and wanted to know if I was free for lunch before he left town.
Cool! I love lunch dates, and I wasn’t as slammed as usual, so I told him to come by and pick me up. We went to Qusinos (love their Broccoli & Cheddar soup in a bread bowl).
When we returned to my office Wes mentioned he still had an hour before he needed to hit the road for Charleston.
Hmm. You know what I’m thinking, dontcha?
So did Wes. "Oh, no," he protests, batting my hand away from his cock when he sees the lusty gleam in my eye. "It’s too hot, and I’m too tired."
"Big deal," I tease, rubbing up against him like a cat in heat. "You’re always tired, and the summer is always hot."
"I’ll have more energy tomorrow morning, darlin’. We can fuck then."
"Really?" I ask, perking up. "A sex date tomorrow morning?"
"Yeah," he agrees. "After I work on computer and cut the grass."
Cool! Wes will be golfing all weekend at a golf tournament in Greenville, so we had to cancel our usual Sunday sex date. Looks like he just rescheduled for Friday morning. Yummy!
"Great!" I exclaim. "Let’s fuck now, too."
"No," he protests again, clamping his hand on my wrist to keep it away from his cock. "We don’t have enough time."
"Sure we do," I reply. "We did it in 30 minutes last week so you could make your lunch meeting."
Wes chuckles. "You’re such a silly girl!"
"That means we have plenty of time," I continue, ignoring his protests, as I slowly back him into his office. He sits down in his computer chair, and I climb up on his lap, straddling his legs.
"I’m too tired," he protests, laughing as I pull off my cami. "And you’re not listening to me."
"Huh?" I pretend, grinning like the horny girl that I am. "You’re tired all the time because you think too much with your big head rather than your little head." I place his hand on my breast, and he rolls my happy nipple between his finger and thumb. "I prefer my men to think with their little heads."
"Right," Wes snorts. "Then I’d be in trouble like the governor."
"No you wouldn’t," I tease. "Because you’d be fucking your wife more often. Nothing wrong with that."
Wes shakes his head and gives up. "You’re such a silly girl." By now he’s pinching both of my nipples, and my brain cells are quickly heading south.
"I have the feeling when you call me silly that word has catch-all kinda meaning," I moan, as my last brain cell jumps ship and heads down to my pussy.
"With you it does!" he exclaims, just before he closes his lips over my eager nipple.
Purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr……..
Yeah, lunch was fun, but "dessert" as even better. And I never heard any complaints from Wes’s little head when I hopped off his lap later and crawled between his legs.
Just proves the man is doing too much thinking with his big head and not enough with his little head. We need to fix that, ya know?
Looks like I’ve got my work cut out for me. Yummmmmmmy!
xoxo
Laura Stamps (c)
Author of Erotica and Paranormal Romance Novels
http://www.LauraStamps.blogspot.com (excerpts from all of my novels)
http://laura-stamps8.livejournal.com (my naughty Author Blog/updated daily)
Laura Stamps (c)
Author of Erotica and Paranormal Romance Novels
http://www.LauraStamps.blogspot.com (excerpts from all of my novels)
http://laura-stamps8.livejournal.com (my naughty Author Blog/updated daily)
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