All wrapped up in an Excel spreadsheet, my office phone rang and to my delight, it was Greg. I knew it was him as soon as he whispered the first words, “Hey there, sexy!” even though he almost never calls me at work. I smiled at the sound of his voice and answered back the same thing, “Hey there, sexy!”
“I want to have lunch with you today” he announced.
That was unusual – I don’t think I’ve ever had lunch with Greg. Just a lot of nice dinners and romps in the sack for the past year or so. “What did you have in mind? Are you out my way or at your shop?” I asked.
He said, “I’ve got some things to do on your side of town. They are only going to take a few minutes and then I’m free for an hour or so.”
“Well, that’s a nice surprise. I’d love to see you! What kind of hungry have you got?” I checked my calendar – all clear until a 3:00 staff meeting. I could leave any time as long as I was back in time for the meeting.
“How about i pick up a couple of subs and meet you at your house? Straight up noon work for you?”
“Ummm . . . OK. Just about any sub will be fine – get me what you’re having. See you in a bit.” Noon! That gave me 15 minutes to spare to drive home, make the bed and straighten up the bathroom real quick. I clicked off the computer, grabbed my purse and headed for my place.
Twelve o’clock and there was a tap on my door. I opened the door with a big smile to see Greg standing there. Tall, blonde – with a touch of grey for sophistication – tan, dressed in khaki pants and a yellow gold shirt. He looked like he was ready to go for a sail or play a round of golf. He stepped inside and presented me with two plastic bags holding our subs. “Set these down somewhere and come give me a kiss, you sexy thing!”
He didn’t have to say that twice! I pushed the door closed and locked it, then I put the subs on the counter by my refrigerator and stepped up to him, pressing my body into his and turning my head up for his kiss. I have to tell you, Greg is a FANTASTIC kisser. He puts the perfect a mount of pressure on my lips, and when he slides his tongue into my mouth I get shivers. I love the way he holds the back of head, pushing my lips against his. Sometimes he wraps his fingers into my hair and yanks my head back to tease me.
In no time we had unbuttoned, unzipped and dropped all our clothes into a pile on the kitchen floor. I love the feel of my skin against his bare, almost hairless chest, and he reaches around me to grab my ass cheeks and pull me up against his groin. His hard on was insistent and I was wet with anticipation. Taking a few steps forward, he guided me to the kitchen table and pushed me gently down onto the table top. Then he spread my legs apart with a thrust of his hips, and with one hand he guided his gorgeous cock into my pussy.
I raised my legs and placed each them on his shoulders, and he grabbed my calves in a steely grip while he thrust his hips against mine. I held onto the edge of the table for leverage and thrust my hips up and toward him, enjoying the slapping sound of skin on skin. He pumped hard and faster, leaning his head back and closing his eyes in concentration. I matched the rhythm of his thrusting and felt the tingling inside my pussy as I was about to come.
“Oh, Baby!” he moaned with a final, hard thrust and I felt the pulsing of his cock as the cum poured into my pussy. That extra hard push was all I needed to come with him, and I writhed on the table top in ecstasy. Slowly, he released my legs and they dropped to the floor. He took a couple steps backward and leaned against the door, eyes closed and panting hard. I sat up and looked at him, drinking in the sight of that gorgeous specimen of a man, his swollen cock dangling between his legs, his chest rising and falling in quick, shallow breaths, his face so content and satisfied.
Sliding forward off the table, I scooped up my clothes and walked quickly to the bathroom to freshen up. I took one of the washcloths and ran hot water over it, then took it with me back to the kitchen and handed it to Greg. Gently, I cleaned him up, kissing him from head to toe, and then handed him his clothes. “If you have time for a shower, go right ahead. I’ll keep busy down here and get the sandwiches ready.”
Greg shook his head, but grabbed up his clothes and headed for the bathroom to redress. I wiped off the table, set a candle in the middle of the table, and put the sandwiches our on plates. I was pouring a glass of sweet tea for him when he came back into the kitchen and pulled out a chair.
“Baby, that was the best lunch I’ve had in a very long time!” he smiled at me as he sat down.
I agreed, “Promise me we’ll do it again, soon!”
Maybe I’ll tell you about the next Nooner sometime. It was even better!
