Working from home was generally more productive for me, but in the middle of a dry spell as I was, when he messaged me mid morning I found his texts to be an easy distraction.

At first I was teasing him along, replying telling him of course I was dressed and horny, but still trying to keep focused on work, something which was increasingly easy to fail at!

By lunch time I conceded to him that he was too much and that I had to turn my phone off and get 100% into my working day. When he said it made sense, I was more disappointed than I thought I would be. When he said that I should probably try going for a walk, get some fresh air and clear my mind it suddenly occurred to me.
I text him asking where Jill was, his wife. A smiley face came back first then the explained that she was away at her sister’s. It was embarrassing to me how quickly my heart rate quickened and I scoured my calendar seeing how much time I could make. The sad answer was not even an hour - an of course I needed to factor in some time for me to get ready, I had still not come clean that I was just in trackless and tee shirt, a far cry from the lingerie I had let him believe I was wearing.

I asked him when Jill got back and he said Saturday - two days away. That was good, I suggested we met later, I could do with a nice night. His reply had me on the hook easily.

“That sounds great. I will treat you to date night. But now I need my little slut.” My heart pounded away and as I got ready to reply - I was gutted, but I really had too much work on, he sent another message, “I’m coming to you, twenty minutes.”

To say I was exited was an understatement. His tone had me buzzing and a minute later I was in shower, my cock aching hard as I cleaned and preened myself, and after a moments thought of being too keen, went ahead and douched as well.

My phone rang and I took a work call as lay back on the bed, feeling so naughty as I talked and played with myself, teasing my nipples and pulling on my rigid cock. As I was wrapping up the call I was stood in front of my open drawer, choosing underwear. I hung up and pulled on my black knickers, shiny with a lacy trim and matching bra top. Then I say on the bed and rolled up my pop socks, black and white hoops, slowly up on my knees. Lost in the moment, the door bell rang as I finished putting on deep crimson lipstick.

“Oh bubble,” he said - he is one of a handful of people I know who use this old nickname, I love it and it always makes me shiver with anticipation. My phone vibrated on the side and we both ignored it, he smiled and stood there, his adorable confidence as he slowly pulled on his belt then opened his fly.

Hi thick semi dropped free of his boxers as he pushed them and his jeans down. I moved to him and let him hold me close as I touched it, feeling its warmth as is started to stiffen. His hands roamed over me, in and out of my knickers, feeling my hard on, “Jesus, you are hard!” And his hand continued on to paw and grab at my skin and grope my bum. I moaned my approval and stepped back making him follow me, it was so sexy to see him grasp for me as I stepped back into my loving room. I bumped on to the armchair and sat back on the edge, he continued to advance and I opened my mouth taking his tip then about half of his shaft into my mouth. We stayed like this for a while as he slowly fucked my mouth. He is always tentative at this, years of his disapproving wife, so I start to nudge forward too, feeling his thick hard tip push at my throat. I do well, but he is big and it won’t ever get in unless he pushes, I am sure I will get him there one day. I look up and see his reddened face in a state of concentration.
“Have you taken your medicine?” I ask him.
“You said you did not have long,” he replied and there was a distinct look disappointment. I lay back in the chair, panting hard and pouting at him. “You slut,” he said softly.

My phone vibrated again, again we both ignored it, just looking in each others eyes.

“That will be my two o’clock reminder.” He looked at the clock, it was ten to. He looked back at me putting his hands on the arms of the chair, lowered himself to his knees.

I breathed hard as he edged forwards, our eyes locked and as he neared, I reach down and lifted my legs, accessing from under my leg, I pulled my knickers aside.

As soon as it made contact I was moaning and he pushed gently, slowly opening me - he always take a while to let me adjust to him and then he popped into me and I squealed. As much as I let out little encouraging yelps with each nudge, he moaned and groaned as well. Awkwardly arching to his jeans he produced some lube and I was pleased that he rubbed some into the base of his shaft, making it all the more easy for him to slide the last few inches into me.

Two, three, four strokes eased in and out of me and then he opened his eyes and looked at me, my smile and open mouth assuring him it was fine and so he started to fuck me. He filed up so good everyone time he pulled back my body yearned of his return, which became more and more welcome the more energetic his thrusts became.

My cock had softened, but as he rubbed me through the lacy material, I swelled back up and soon IW as gasping as my orgasm got closer and closer. He managed to time the crescendo he was putting me to just stop it before I went over the edge, giving him yet more encouragement to fuck me. He was banging me now as I writhed in the chair, urging him to suck me, urging him to make me come.

To my delight though, he beat me to it. All in me, he edges back maybe only an inch or so, that is his tell. He pushes in hard, grinding deep in me until he is suddenly grabbing me, his fingers pinching me in his grip and he is crying out and then his cock impossibly grows that bit more as his hot come squirts into me.

He keeps his cock in me, still hard as we catch our breath until my phone bleeps. He pulls out and my body misses him already. He hands me my phone and stilling breathing hard I press the green button and take the call. He lies back on the floor and I marvel at him, but as I have been trying all day, endeavour to focus only call.

He gestures to me that rather than leave he is going to shower. I nod, my cheeks flush red. I am so glad this was not a conference call. I rub my cock in my knickers, not paying attention at all on the phone now, just thinking about how if he is showering, that means he is her for the afternoon and well. I found myself wishing for him to be back here right now.