Quickie after work and dopiness ensues

My guy seems to like treehouse meetings on Wednesdays these days. I suppose it's fitting, considering that they are considered hump days.

I like that he schedules when we have our meetings. I tend to be in control of everything in my life. It's nice that he takes control when it comes to quality time after work.

Personally, I like treehouse meetings on Fridays. It's just a nice way to kick off the weekend. I doubt that it will happen as often as they used to. He has agreed to drive a co-op student home on Friday evenings.

Anyway, this Wednesday was busy for both of us. I had to spend some time proofreading a colleague's user guide. He had to talk to a long-winded IT guy for a few hours.

As a result, our treehouse time was shortened. My guy likes to call it a quickie. Even our quickies aren't exactly quick. Such meetings last an hour. We both are okay with it, because we miss each other and are horny.

Sure enough, we left work together and got into the elevator. We had it all to ourselves. We kissed. He told me that he had missed me. The feeling was mutual.

I had to change into my short skirt, so I dashed into the washroom. My guy had a five-minute lead to our regular meeting place.

So, I climbed into the backseat of his car. He looked at me and liked how I looked. I was immediately drawn to his chest. He had taken his undershirt off just for me, but had his dress shirt on. I was a happy girl.

As usual, we started off kissing. I had missed his lips. I caressed his head. He touched my bare legs and squeezed my left thigh.

He proceeded to kiss my neck and chest. He then lifted my blouse and played with my breasts. He loves sucking and nibbling on my nipples. He didn't hesitate to take my right breast out of my black bra. He licked, sucked, and nibbled on my nipple. It was heavenly! We then kissed some more.

His hand went up my skirt. It was time for me to be fondled. My right left went over the armrest in front of us. My other leg went over his lap. He proceeded to finger my pussy, which was already wet. He went ahead and fingered by butt simultaneously, while calling me his slut.

"You know what happens to bad girls like you?" he asked me.
"No," I said like a naive little girl.
"They get punished," he said, gently rubbing my cheek. "Your cheek will get slapped around because you've been bad."
"No," I said, like a whiny kid in elementary school.

He slapped my left cheek a good six times while making commentary that all sluts like me get slapped around. It was hot.

"Do you have anything to say about getting slapped?" he asked rhetorically.
"Nope," I replied.
"That's right. I tell you what to do."

It took practically no time for me to reach orgasm. It was wonderful. Just before I came, my left hand was touching his chest. I was actually playing with his left nipple.

My guy put his hand on my abdomen, which made me giggle. I am ticklish. I immediately put my left hand over his hand and opened my eyes. My guy was looking at me lovingly.

"That tickles," I said with a smile.
"I love touching you there," he admitted.
"I wish I weren't so ticklish," I observed. "It gets in the way sometimes."
"I like that you are. You're cute when you are ticklish."
"I giggle like a ten-year-old girl!"

I reached over and cupped my left hand against his right cheek. My guy turned and kissed my hand. He is so sweet.

My guy was squeezing and running his hand up and down my left leg. It was nice. Eventually, he was rubbing his erect penis against my bare leg.

It was time for me to give my guy a blowjob. He took down his trousers and briefs. He was masturbating as I was pulling my hair back into a ponytail.

I went down on him, taking his hard cock in my mouth. I licked and sucked, enjoying the moment of having him in my mouth. My right hand was cupping his balls. I had my thumb and pointer finger holding his penis for stability. I tried something different and had my left hand under his right thigh. My guy liked it all.

After he had ejaculated, I cracked a few jokes and he laughed at them. He kissed my forehead gently. I kissed his tummy. We then cleaned up. He told me that I get better and better at sucking him. Compliments are always appreciated!

My guy gets dopey after a blowjob. He was caressing his now limp cock, talking to it about me and how I make it hard when I am around. I went to hold his limp member and told my guy that his cock couldn't hear what we were saying, as it doesn't have any ears. It's a head after all!

We both laughed. It was a funny moment. My guy is so sweet in dopey mode. I rubbed his head. He loved it. He looked so relaxed.

I love when my guy whispers in my ear. He often provides details about our next meeting in a tone that turns me on.

"Prepare to be touched by me at any time next week," he whispered, as we were hugging.
"And, what if I don't give you access?"
"You will be severely punished," he stated with conviction.

We hugged some more. I caressed his back. My left hand eventually made it to his buttocks. He tends to have his wallet in his right back pocket. So, I played with his left buttock. It was nice. I could tell that he liked what I was doing, too.

Next Wednesday seems so far away for a meeting after work. That's okay. We have Friday and the weekend to see each other.