A handjob after lunch

After my guy and I had finished lunch, we decided to spend some time in my car. It was my time of the month, so I said that I'd be focusing on him.

We sat in the front seats of my car. I got to caress my guy's perfectly uniform, attractive head.

"May I kiss you?" I asked him.
"Yes," he said with a smile.

We kissed. Our kisses are far more passionate and beautiful when we have been longing to see each other.

"I loved that," my guy said to me after we unlocked lips.
"That was nice," I said, smiling at him.

We kissed some more. My guy was getting horny. He let his hard member out of my black slacks. I had missed seeing and playing with it.

I immediately gave him a handjob. I told him that I missed it being warm outside. It was much easier for me to wear a short skirt with no underwear and have him play with me.

My guy loved that visual. Moments later, he ejaculated. There was a lot of cum on my hand and on his slacks.

Yep, we certainly had missed each other.

Surprises and elevators

The other day, my guy wrote an e-mail to me, saying that he may stop by the office this week to talk to a salesperson about an upcoming seminar that my guy needs to deliver. However, a date and time weren't confirmed.

On Thursday, I headed into the office in the afternoon. I got there, said hi to a colleague, and noticed that my cell phone was buzzing. My guy was calling me.

"Hey," I said to him.
"Hey, are you in the office?" he asked me.
"I just rolled in and am taking my laptop out of my bag," I explained. "Are you here?"
"Yes," he replied. "Did you have lunch?"
"I did," I replied, still surprised that my guy was at work, but happy.
"I am in one of the cubicles in the next aisle from yours," he explained. "I will come by and say hi."

Sure enough, he did. We chatted for a bit. He thought that his meeting was on Thursday, but it was actually on Friday. My guy then went back to his temporary cubicle and texted me. He didn't have lunch and wanted to know if I could join him across the street.

I wanted to. I had just come into work, though. I decided to, but I needed to do a pitstop. So, I suggested that my guy meet me in front of the elevators in five minutes.

He was prompt. He was there when I left the women's washroom. We chatted, pressed the button, and got into the elevator.

The doors closed. We were on the eleventh floor, which is the top floor of our office building. We haven't been in an elevator together for a while. He came over to me, pressed his body firmly against mine, and we hugged and kissed all the way down to the main floor. I could feel how hard his cock was against me.

He smelled so good. It was his aftershave.

My guy got a roast beef sandwich at the eatery across the street. He was kind to get me a diet Dr Pepper. We sat down and chatted as my guy ate and I sipped. It was a mini date of sorts. We said sweet things to each other. We talked about our day and week. It was a nice break from work.

About twenty minutes later, we walked back to our office. Once again, we had the entire elevator to ourselves. We hugged. His hands moved up my bodice to my breasts, which he caressed. I caressed the back of his head as we kissed. It was such a sweet, passionate moment.

We got to the eleventh floor. I adjusted my short-sleeved shirt. He smiled at me. I wished him a good evening, for he was heading home. Luckily, we would be seeing each other on Friday.

Belated birthday spanking and more

My guy is practically back to his normal self. These days, he is content about everything. I could also tell that he had missed me while I was away on vacation.

He was so happy to see me on Wednesday. He couldn't wait. He called me on his cell phone while he was driving to work. He called me at 08:45. He knew that I tend to be an early riser. Seeing that I was sort of on vacation, he wanted to wait as long as he could, in case I was still asleep. Knowing him, he wanted to talk to me as soon as he could. It was so good to hear his voice again.

On Thursday, we had lunch together. It was good. He asked me what dishes at the Chinese restaurant had sugar in them. He is trying to cut out sugar from his diet. I have done that in the past, but try and do a balance these days.

He broke the news to me that he can't have lunch with me on Monday. He has a meeting with his manager and his manager's manager. I pouted. He looked at me longingly. I playfully pouted some more. He said that he would make it up to me. I was happy again.

The bill came. There were two green tea candies. I handed him one.

"You can have that. I am cutting out sugar from my diet," he reminded me.
"Are you sure? It's not completely healthy to remove all sugar from your diet, you know," I said.
"I am hoping to get some sugar from you later on today," he said, smiling.
"You are smooth," I noted.
"I don't need any more sugar," he explained.
"That's because you are sweet as-is," I remarked.
"You are, too," he said, as we both smiled at each other.

I had suggested the other day that we spend some time cuddling and looking at photos together. He liked that idea and said that after work would be perfect.

I went into the office after being on vacation for ten days. It was somewhat nice to be back, although nothing really has changed much. I was more interested in seeing my guy after work.

I left at 17:30 and visited the training room. There were trainees there. I asked them where my guy went. Apparently, he went home. I then realized that these guys would be there for a while, so my guy decided to change our venue.

Sure enough, he was in his car, looking at his phone. He looked up at me, said hi, and said that he was waiting for me. We would be heading over to our usual parking lot for some quality cuddling time.

We got there and got into the backseat of my car. He held me in his arms. I asked him about his day. He said that it was boring, other than lunch. My head was leaning against his chest. I was stretched out a bit.

My guy put his left had on my hip, which gradually slipped into my left back pant pocket. His hand slipped out out and he started lightly groping my buttock before he started lightly slapping it.

The slaps gradually became harder. I was getting more aroused by the second.

"What's that for?" I asked him playfully.
"For being a bad girl," he said, punctuating it with another hard smack.
"But, I'm always a good girl," I replied with a slightly whiny tone.
"No, you've been away from me more nearly two weeks," he stated, giving me another hard slap across my left buttock.
"That's not my fault," I said.
"You need a spanking. Assume the position," he said, looking at me, and then his lap.

We kissed passionately for a moment before I went over his knee. He asked me whether I was comfortable, like he has in the past. I said that I was for now, but my backside probably won't be after my spanking.

It was still that time of the month for me, so I didn't get a bare-bottomed spanking. Still, getting a spanking across my pants hurts after my guy is done with me.

He spanked me hard. I loved every moment. He started by spanking each buttock in a rhythmic fashion. He then spanked each buttock in spurts. At one point, he was giving each side seven rapid, hard smacks. He also gave me some rather hard pinches, which hurt and I loved.

"Is this my birthday spanking?" I asked him in-between saying ow.
"Yes, we need to make up for all the days that you were away from me."

It was the nicest birthday spanking from him. He managed to rub my crotch to the point where I actually came. I rested limp across his lap. He caressed my sore buttocks and have me a huge hug after I got up.

I looked up at him, head his face in my hands, told him that he was adorable, and kissed him sweetly.

I then pleasured him by giving him a handjob. It was a bit of a different spin on it. He rolled up my right pant leg and caressed the length of my bare leg.

My guy proceeded to unbutton and unzip his pants. He pulled down his briefs and his hard member simply looked like it was pleased to see me. It rubbed against my bare leg. I started to jerk him off, with my bare leg rubbing against his hard cock the whole time.

He pulled his brown-and-white stripped shirt up. I was so turned on by his chest. I went ahead and touched his bare chest, and told him that it was sexy.

Moments later, my guy ejaculated all over my leg. It was great. We both enjoyed it.

We cleaned up. I had napkins in the glove compartment. My guy bent over the front seat to get them. I got a great view of his bare bottom. It was awesome!

We hugged, cuddled, and looked at pictures on my phone, like we had hoped to do. Naturally, being horny changed our priorities!

It was a great evening. We kissed one final time before we headed home. I drove back with an increasingly sore bottom. I wouldn't want it any other way. It had been such a long time. It was nice.

Downstairs... or downstairs?

This past Monday was a day that I didn't dread. My guy was in the office. I was, too. We both like Mondays when we are both at the office. My guy confided in me at lunch time that he was thrilled to see my car in the parking lot when he got to the office by 09:20.

At 12:30, I got a predictable call from my guy. He had a cheerful tone to his voice. We both sounded cheerful, likely because we were both happy to hear each other on the phone.

My guy said that he would be waiting for me in his car. He is such a gentleman. He insists on driving me to and from places.

I got in his car and noticed how quiet his car was, as opposed to the last time that I was a passenger in it. He told me that his mechanic had adjusted a few belts.

I reached for my guy's hand. I missed touching him and missed his touch. He looked content holding my hand.

My guy had to stop at the bank to withdraw some money. I asked whether I could drive his car. He shook his head to indicate that I should be a good girl.

Several months ago, I endearingly called him Cheap Bastard. My guy is frugal. It was funny that he referred to himself as that -- yep, in third person.

I had finally remembered to bring his gift with me. I had visited Atlantic City for a few days weeks ago and ended up at an outlet mall. My guy has a nice selection of brown shirts, thanks to my stumbling on a store that has nice shirt and carries brown ones. Well, I went back to this store and found a brown-and-white-striped shirt. It was different. I had to get it for him.

We were parked in the lot. My guy asked if he could have his present. He had asked me what I had got him earlier. I said that I had got him stuff. He proceeded to ask me how many gifts I had for him. Well, it was just one item, but two items if you count the paper bag.

My guy playfully grabbed my left nipple and played with it. I liked that. It has been a while. I gave him his present. He loved his new shirt. He observed the buttons on the collar, the left pocket, the regular fit, and how different the stripes were. He loved it all. I was so pleased at how happy he was with his new shirt.

We got the restaurant and ordered food. We talked and laughed. It seemed like little time had passed between us. I ordered my usual chicken chow mein dish. He went for the teriyaki chicken dish that he loves so much.

After we were done eating, my guy asked me if I wanted to go downstairs with him. Downstairs at this restaurant is where the restrooms are. It is also where we have enjoyed tucking ourselves in a small corridor to make out and more in the past. I knew that he was in a better mood these days. I said that it was good.

We both went downstairs. We kissed. It has been ages since we kissed that passionately. I got to caress his head and wrap my arms around him. He hugged me, groped my buttocks, and then played with my crotch. I had missed his touch.

"I wish that I could spank you properly," he whispered in my ear.

Just that statement alone got me aroused instantly. He played with me until I came. I felt dopey. I hugged and thanked him.

"Can you carry me upstairs now?" I asked, in a little girl's voice. 

He adjusted my pants and make sure that I was okay. We then went upstairs together.

My guy paid for lunch. I thanked him, as usual. He doesn't mind treating me to lunch. He always tells me that he enjoys my company.

We got in his car and headed back to the office. I couldn't help but to caress his head while stopped at a stop light.

"I need a replica of your perfectly shaped head, so that I can caress it while you are away," I said.
"We can have that done," he stated confidently.
"We need one that talks like you. Maybe I can program your replica to get me a hot dog, because the real you won't get me one."

My guy slapped the side of my left thigh a few times and told me that I was a bad girl. He hasn't done that to me for a while. I liked that a lot. So did he.

It was a perfect day.

Trying to make up for lost time and weirdness

It has been an odd week. My guy and I have seen each other as often as we can. However, we haven't had much quality time.

On Monday, we had lunch together. My guy was fighting another cold. On a good note, his cold was on its way out. We are similar in that we don't want to give our sick germs to each other. So, there wasn't any quality time that day. However, it was nice that he fetched me from my cubicle at work, we walked downstairs together, he got his coat, and he drove us to and from the restaurant. It was a nice lunch date.

He tells me that I'm affectionate. I have noticed lately that I do tend to initiate holding hands. I like doing that when we're driving or walking. I reach for his hand across a restaurant table. A couple of days ago, he was at my cubicle, leaning against one of the walls. I went to grab his hand. We held hands for the longest time. It was nice.

We tend not to show affection in the office. We both believe that we should give the impression that we're professional, civilized employees. My guy surprised me the other day.

On Wednesday, I had put in an eleven-hour workday. I was happy to pack up and leave. My guy and I walked to the elevators. Waiting there were three other colleagues.

The elevator came and we all entered. My guy and I stood next to each other at the back of the elevator. My guy reached for my hand. We held hands discretely. I told him yesterday that it was nice. He liked that, too.

Today, my guy and I had lunch at our usual restaurant. He was late and was not having a good day. He had left his wallet at home. Essentially, he was driving without his licence and didn't have any money. I was fine with paying for lunch.

The food and conversation were delightful, as always. We looked at each other lovingly. He was horny. I was, too. We had a quick meeting.

We drove to our usual spot and we both hopped into my car's backseat. He pleasured me. I was so wet and aroused that I practically came immediately after we had kissed passionately for a bit.

We had one of the best tender, hugs in a long time. I love being in his arms. He knows that I love cuddling. We were in each other's arms for a good five minutes and it felt so good.

I managed to give my guy a handjob. His penis was extremely erect. I told my guy that I should have business cards where he could just call me whenever he wanted a handjob or blowjob, or to simply spank me. He ejaculated quickly. There was a lot of semen. I referred to today's handjob as the fountain of cum.

My guy is away on business for the next couple of weeks. Although I don't come into the office on Fridays these days, I asked if we could meet after work this Friday. He agreed. We didn't need to say that we wanted to spend more time together. We just knew that we need each other and need to.

My guy is home - let the passion begin!

My guy is back in town. It was good to see him at work today. That is probably the understatement of the month. It has been a couple of weeks since I have seen him, which felt like months at times.

He looked at me for the longest time as we were talking. Well, I was doing quite a bit of talking. He blew me a kiss over our cubicle wall, which made me smile at him.

My guy came over to my desk a few times. I enjoy when he starts to rub the back of my neck, and moves his hand under my blouse, which then moves over to my right breast. His hand then plunged down my bra. He played with my nipple. I was stimulated. He then sat next to me and felt my bare leg.

His hand then moved down my back. I was showing him some pictures on my computer while he was sensually playing with me. A bit later, he reciprocated by showing me his pictures from St. Petersburg.

What is interesting about us is that we are pretty similar when it comes to picture-taking. We take pictures of food, feet, and hotel rooms, as examples. We have never discussed it. Today, we both noticed similar trends.

We have seen each other naked from head to toe. His feet were revealed to me last, as he tends to wear socks and shoes year-round, except when we were on vacation in Las Vegas. He also saw my feet last, although I tend to wear sandals and am comfortable with bare feet at home.

I enjoyed rubbing his calf while we were seated next to each other. I gave him a bit of an upper shoulder rub. I could tell that he liked my touching him.

He had taken a picture of a pretty dress while he was away for a couple of weeks. I was standing next to him by his computer. I like teasing him.

"Did you wear that dress?" I asked him. He playfully gestured hitting me. He swatted my backside, which made me smile.

He also took a picture of an elevator while in St. Petersburg.

"Too bad I wasn't there," I stated in a matter-of-fact tone. He nodded in agreement.

He then moved to decompressing some work-related files.

"There you go, unzipping, as always," I said playfully to him. He laughed.

We left work just after 18:00. We waited by the elevators. We talked. We deferred our treehouse time for another afternoon, as he had an appointment to get to tonight.

"I hope that the elevator is empty," he said slyly. Sadly, it wasn't.

We both got in the elevator, joining two other maintenance guys who were already there. The elevator was headed to the ground floor. My guy immediately pressed the basement-level button.

My guy reached out for my hand as the elevator continued with its descent. I couldn't resist rubbing his hand with my thumb in circles. He likes when I do that. It was the very first gestures that we did when we expressed interest in each other.

We got to the ground floor, where the maintenance guys left the elevator. I immediately closed the door by pressing the appropriate button.

"I have been waiting to do this for a long time," my guy said, holding me and planting a passionate kiss on my lips. I hugged him with my left hand, enjoyed reciprocating such a passionate kiss with my lips, and had my right hand on his toned chest.

We reached the basement floor. The elevator doors swung open. My guy stuck his head out to see if anyone was around. He then put his computer rolling bag in front of the doors.

He came over to me.

"I have missed you," he said, as we embraced tightly. He had a hard-on, which was pressed up against me. He groped my buttocks while we were hugging. We unlocked and he went back to passionately kissing me, until the elevator started to beep.

Our lips parted briefly. He moved his computer bag back in. The elevator doors closed. We kissed one final time before we hit the ground floor.

"That was nice," I said, as we both exited the elevator and walked slowly out, holding hands.