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Making Her Late For Work
© 2000 by R.E.  Buckley

He awoke sensing the vacancy next to him.  She was already up, staring down the mirror and self-critically taking inventory of her parts.

He watched her with one eye open as she lifted her breasts, hefting them as if she were trying to estimate their weight, then letting them fall.  Her brow furrowed.  He could almost read her mind: S-A-G.

Her hands reached around and lifted her buttocks.  Again, lift then let fall.  Her eyes narrowed and she pushed her lower lip out.  He bet she thought her ass sagged too.  Then her hands moved from her ass to the little paunch of her belly.  She grabbed hold of it with both hands and squeezed, kneading the flesh between her fingers.  Now she frowned, seriously frowned.  She had been trying to exercise it away since Becky was born, but after 18 years of sit-ups and leg lifts it still stubbornly refused to reduce itself, much less disappear.  She fantasized about being able to afford liposuction.

He liked her belly.  He liked every round, curvy part of her, but he really liked her belly and told her so.  She didn't believe him, of course, even while he buried his face in its softness and paid it homage with kisses and nibbles.

She was convinced she was going to seed.  The evidence was right there in the mirror, she could see it for herself.

He thought her body was the Temple of Sensuality and that the years had just improved the structure.  He welcomed the additions to the temple.  If only he could worship there a bit more often.

They worked at opposite ends of the day and hadn't shared a day off in months.  It seemed whenever they were together one or the other necessarily had to be asleep.  It wasn't their choice, it was economics.  One girl in college was tough, now there were two and they couldn't pass up the overtime.

She finished her appraisal of herself in the mirror and sighed.

"Why don't you call in?" he said. "Take the day off, you could use the R&R."

"No, Steve, you know I can't.  Aggie is short on help as it is."

"You've been working your ass off," he argued. "Aggie won't fault you if you take one day."

"No." She was adamant.

He propped himself up on his elbow and watched as she dragged her panties up her perfect legs.  Her tits jiggled as she adjusted the underwear and he felt his cock telescope its way along his thigh leaving a snail's trail of precum.  She gave her paunch a pat and frowned again.  He licked his lips.

She stepped over to the chest of drawers, which put her within easy reach of the bed.  She selected a black camisole from one of the upper drawers.  He touched the small of her back where it began its curving climb.  She flinched.

"No, Steve, I'm going to be late."

He withdrew his hand and expelled a long frustrated sigh.  She was fumbling with the camisole.  If only she would turn.  He'd have only one shot.  He switched the radar on in his brain.

She did turn, lifting her arms and pulling the camisole over her short brown hair.  Her belly was vulnerable.  He locked on to her deep oval navel and his tongue sought it out like a guided missile.  Before she could bring the camisole down over her breasts it was all over.  She felt his tongue rim her belly button and her womb answered.

"Ohhhh, Stevie, noooo," her breathy whisper came in a groan.  She meant it as a whine.

He had her.  It was a technique he discovered way back when they were dating in college, and which he used sparingly so as not to squander its effect.  Licking the rim of her belly button had never failed.

Now he pulled her on top of him.  The camisole fell away in a tangle from her hands.  He slid his thumbs under the band of her Jockeys and he pushed them as far down as her knees.

"You bastard," she whispered.  Her hot, moist breath kissed his face before she did.  Their lips sealed and their tongues played together.  He reached underneath her and cupped her dewy patch of delicate curls.  Now he ran both hands down her legs past her ass as far as he could reach.  He brought them back up the length of her, over her behind, then coming together at the small of her back before separating again and spreading over her shoulder blades.

His hands left a trail of heat where they passed and she felt every hair stand and tingle.

Now his tongue probed that hollow between the top of her shoulder and her collarbone and traced its way up her neck to where he gently nibbled her earlobe.  His tongue, on the move again, began licking the outside rim of her ear.  Her breathing turned from sighs to pants and back to sighs.

He rolled her on her back and reversed position, lifting himself on elbows and knees above her.  His tongue glided between her pussy lips in long, slow slurps before seeking out her clit as it emerged from its fleshy hood.

She braced her forearms around his thighs.  Her eyes closed, she savored every sensation.  Her stomach muscles contracted and sent ripples up her torso into her tits.  Her ears and cheeks were simmering.

She opened her eyes and saw his cock dangling just above her face.  She lifted her head and took the tip in her mouth sucking it between her lips like a ripe strawberry.  His tongue wrapped around her clit like a python around its prey.  She sucked him more urgently releasing him only when her body began to convulse with her first orgasm.

He switched positions again, sitting her up and kneeling behind her.  Keeping his thighs together he lifted her onto his lap as she reached for his cock and guided it into her cunt.  Now, like a piston, she moved up and down his shaft in front of the mirror.  She watched his hands work their way up her ribs and take hold of her tits as she fucked him.  She wanted desperately to make him come and rode his cock harder and faster.  Her own orgasm was building again.  When he cried out she let herself go, rocking and twisting in the mirror.

His softening cock slowly emerged from her pussy trailing tendrils of creamy seed.  They fell back like spoons onto the bed.  All tension fled her body and she wanted to nap.  She roused herself enough to pick up the phone and dial.

He listened to her.

"Hello? Aggie? It's Carolyn.  Yeah, listen, I'm sorry but I can't come in today."

He could hear Aggie's voice through the phone asking, "What's the matter, dear? You sound like you're all out of breath."

"Um, yeah, I just need a day off."

"I understand," Aggie replied. "You and Steve have a wonderful day."

"Thanks, Aggie," she said and hung up the phone.

He nuzzled her neck, and then they fell asleep.

© 2000 by R.E.  Buckley

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