Boomerang - part 2

It was around noon last Monday and my phone at work rang. I looked at the display and the call came from the training room. I knew that this phone call was both good and bad.

"Hello?"
"Hey, there!" Yep, it was my guy on the other end.
"That's not a good sign. What happened?" I asked him.
"There was an issue with my paperwork, so I was denied going through immigration," he explained.
"I"m sorry."
"Don't be. Have you had lunch? If not, did you want to join me across the street?"
"How about we go to our usual place?" I suggested, as I could sense a bit of sadness in his voice.
"I don't feel like driving," he admitted, confirming that he was disappointed.
"I can drive," I said without hesitation.
"Okay. I will meet you downstairs."

I apologized to my colleagues for leaving them. We were supposed to have a team lunch, but I really wanted to make sure that my guy was okay. They were understanding.

I got downstairs and my guy was looking at his phone. I told him to get off Facebook (he can get addicted to it). He smiled and immediately put it away. We got into my car and drove off to our usual lunch place.

My guy played with the Magic Mount in my car, taking my phone off and placing his on. He's like a sweet boy that way.

We got to the restaurant and walked in. We ordered and talked. My guy's mood improved as we continued to talk and eat. He looked at me lovingly for the longest time and said that I looked beautiful. He then changed the topic a tad.

"I haven't spanked you for a week, haven't I?" he asked rhetorically.
"That's because I was a good girl all last week," I replied.
"No, you are never good. I need to spank you hard," he insisted.
"No, you don't have to," I said with a slight smile.
"Yes, I do. You are making me hard and I want you," he said.
"That's not my fault," I tried to explain.
"Sure it is," he insisted. "I am not sure how I am going to leave this restaurant with a hard-on!"

So, we needed to attend to our horniness. He told me that he couldn't wait till after work. So, I drove us to our regular parking spot. We then got into the treehouse.

"I need to spank you now," he said sternly and playfully, and assisted me over his lap.
"I need to take my sunglasses off [my head]," I said, which was true. They were banging against the car door.
"Okay," he said, helping me up, so that I could put them in the glove compartment.
"It also gives me some time to not get spanked immediately," I said playfully.

I went over his lap again. He scolded me by saying that I am always a bad girl and slapped each buttock hard. He was tormenting me by playing with my crotch, which was turning me on. More smacks landed hard and in rapid succession. I could feel the heat generated from every smack. My butt was getting achy. I loved every moment of it.

Finally, he played with me. Several minutes later, I reached orgasm. It was intense. It was a wonderful feeling. I sat up, thanked him, gave him a kiss, and rested against his chest.

Once I was nearly back to my normal self, I gave my guy a handjob. He was extremely horny. He ejaculated quickly. Cum was practically covering my entire hand. He felt so good. I kissed him again as he continued to thank me.

Luckily, I had enough paper towel to clean up in the treehouse. My guy actually took a brief nap because the handjob was that intense. Once he came out of his sleepy state, he was glad that he wasn't driving.

I drove us back into the office. My guy had to take care of some paperwork. He advised that he'd come and see me about printing some documents. I looked forward to seeing him, as usual. There is a silver lining to a failed business trip.