Page 26 of Personal Foul
Except this isn’t what I had in mind when I came here today. I want my head between her legs, driving her as crazy as she makes me feel.
Crossing the distance between us, I round the side of her desk and stand face-to-face with her. She leans back in her chair, phone still in her hand as she absentmindedly responds with “yeahs” and “uh-huhs.”
Kneeling on the floor once again, I reach my hand under her thighs and pull her to the edge of the seat.
She covers the mouthpiece on the phone and harshly whispers, “What are you doing?”
“I’m busy. Get back to your phone call.”
Her eyes narrow, moving her hand to say, “That sounds like a great idea.”
I chuckle, turning my attention back to what I had set my sights on. This position gives me more space to move her legs. I push her thighs open and her skirt bunches further, enough for me to see her panties.
“It’s a damn good idea,” I mouth. Holding her thighs open, I bend down to swipe my tongue over her pussy and the lace of her panties.
She shimmies enough to allow me to move her panties to the side, which gives me better access to her pussy. My eyes stare over her mound, up to her bright green eyes.
“Sounds good, Mom. I have a few things I need to get back to, but I’ll see you at dinner Saturday night.”
My tongue traces over the lips of her pussy, barely brushing her clit. Despite her staying composed on the phone, I can tell by the way her chest heaves, it’s growing more and more difficult for her.
“All right, bye,” she huffs, slamming the phone down.
Her hand finds its way back to my head, holding me against her pussy.
“I’m so close,” she whimpers, “please.”
Pulling back, I swipe my finger over the same path I just traced. She opens her legs wider as I slip my finger inside, pumping into her once before adding a second.
“Lick it again,” she pleads while I lazily run my tongue through her folds. She shudders every time I touch her clit, and each time I do, I pull back. Teasing her, knowing each subtle touch is helping the buildup of her release.
I slow my fingers, curling them as I give in and suck on her clit, taking her by surprise.
“Holy shit, Colson,” she groans. Her body shakes, her release raking through her as she screws her eyes shut tightly. My dick is damn near ready to rip through my fucking shorts. One touch and I’m going to end up coming.
A few minutes pass and she finally comes down. Her eyes heavy with the aftershocks of her release as she rubs her thighs together.
Giggling, she stands while saying, “I’m going to have to go to the bathroom to clean up.”
“I’d give you a hand if I thought we wouldn’t raise suspicions.”
“I’m sure people are already starting to wonder what we’re doing in here.”
I push myself to stand as she adjusts her panties and skirt back into place. She frantically messes with her hair, attempting to put herself back to the perfectly polished woman she was when I walked in here.
“You look beautiful. Knock it off.” She pauses from running her fingers through her hair, trying to figure out if I’m being serious or not.
“Do you think I’d lie to you? I know you don’t want anyone to know about us.”
“Does that bother you? You made a comment when you walked in here about me keeping you a secret. You can joke about it, but something tells me there’s some truth to it.”
“I mean, of course, I don’t want us to have to walk on eggshells or hide that we’re seeing each other. It’s only a big deal if you make it a big deal.”
“You just started with the team. I only started this job a couple of weeks ago. Don’t you understand how this could look so soon?”
“I do, but I also know it’s no one's business but ours. We’re not doing anything wrong.”
“Colson…”
