Couple enjoy a sneaky slow afternoon fuck
Author: Sarah Michelle Lynch Categories: Romantic Sex, Written by Ladies, Couples FuckingComment
My boss holds her summer garden party the last Sunday of July, every year. The last two years I’ve been working for her, I’ve been in charge of gazebos, menus, music, guest list, drink, décor, everything. She gives you no idea what she wants, only tells you when it isn’t right. So it’s a continual guessing game—a stressful one! I’ve been neglecting Michael because of this. We haven’t had sex in two weeks and I’m not happy about it. He deserves better, we both do.
I’m standing on the patio just beyond the kitchen, keeping one eye on proceedings and another on the food prep, when he texts: I’m upstairs. Come find me.
The house is gigantic with lots of rooms. How am I meant to find him? What does he want?
I start typing a reply when a waiter emerges carrying a crate of dessert wine. I’m aghast when he starts to prise it open, after I specifically told him moments ago to bring the wine we’ve paired with the fish.
“That’s for the desserts, later.”
He rolls his eyes. “This is what the chef handed me down in the cellar.”
“Either you’ve pissed someone off or she has.” I shake my head. “I know everyone hates her majesty, but any fool would recognise this as dessert wine.”
My phone buzzes again.
I look down at my phone, thinking about what to reply, when I overhear the waiter telling his colleague, “We were just about to serve the wrong wine! Lady Louisa would’ve had our balls. Thank fuck for the gorgeous PA.”
“Must be a glutton for punishment.”
A waiter just said I’m gorgeous.
I smile to myself as I’m staring out at the party. Everything is running swimmingly. Well, that’s because I’m here—preventing all the cock-ups. Another message:
I’m getting impatient—and hard.
Shit, he wants me here? Now?
Where are you? Are you rubbing your cock?
I can’t help but grin and bite my lip. I’m wearing my new lingerie beneath this dress. I was going to take Michael home tonight, strip and have him remind me why I said yes to marrying him.
I’m rubbing my cock in the spare room at the front. Leave the wankers to it.
Louisa would kill me if she found us using her spare room. Well, she has several spare rooms, but I know that one in particular—at the front—is the one she uses as a dressing room for when one of her suitors comes over and......to read the rest of this story please login or register to read the full story free.
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