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If you are under 18 please do not continue further. For the rest of you, please know that this is the original work of the author and is property of the author. Forward your comments to Toutavous99@yahoo.com. Thanks. Mina I Close My Eyes... The buzz of the alarm clock rouses me from yet another restless night. Too much thinking about schedules and appointments kept me from getting some much needed sleep. No use putting the day off, it'll only make things worse. I drag myself from the bed and into the kitchen. Thank goodness the coffee was ready. As I sip the hot brew and thumb thru the morning paper, I can hear the sounds of the building coming to life around me. The next-door neighbor's baby wakes up crying for his bottle, the lady down the hall is walking past to take her dog with the noisy ID tags out, and my friends upstairs are going at it again. I never knew a couple that had sex so often until I lived under these two. They make sure that everybody hears them, too. Sometimes I close my eyes and imagine that I'm in the room with them, but they don't see me. I watch as sitting on the sofa, they look dreamily into each other's eyes, cooing and smiling sweetly at one another and playfully brushing their hands on their partner's body. It takes a while, but in I can tell the instant that things were about to change. It's a certain demeanor that comes over a body when it changes from playfulness to one of longing and lust. I can see how the breathing becomes deeper by the way one's chest rises and falls a little heavier and the eyes of the other become more intense as he searches out the exact place he wants to plant his first kiss. I see one mouth go right for the neck as his partner throws back his head in total surrender. He licks and kisses his way around the neck and chest stopping to pay special attention to his partner's nipples. He gently sucks and tugs at them with his teeth playing with the nipple ring in the left one. I can hear the sound of the metal piece clinking against his teeth as he pulls it into his mouth. His hands make their way down and spread his partner's legs apart to give him space to kneel between them for the next event. As he repositions himself, he gives one last long slow deep kiss on the mouth to his friend and then bends forward and immediately takes his partner's whole cock into his mouth right down to the bottom. The moan that escapes the man on the couch was enough to make even my loins tingle. A loud noise outside breaks my thoughts and I'm brought back to reality. It is getting late and I've got to catch the bus today so I shower, dress and get out to the corner. It's only a few minutes before the bus comes and I get on and look for a seat. I find a row with no one in it and sit next to the window. I do so enjoy just observing people and watching their behaviors. A few blocks later a woman gets on and sits next to me. She pulls out a magazine and flips thru the pages looking for something to read. At some point I glanced over at what she was looking at and an ad on the page near me caught my eye. It was a black and white photo of a woman standing in a leather corset and shorts with leather boots that came up to her thighs. In front of her was a man on his knees in leather shorts with his hands tied behind his back. He was licking the tip of her boot. The only thing in color in the picture was her lipstick. The caption said something about the brand of lipstick and referred to it having `power'. I close my eyes and picture myself in that same outfit. I have never been daring enough to wear anything like that. I imagine the smell of the leather and the feel of it snug against my skin in all the right places. How the center of my back would start to sweat a little with the heat of my body wrapped within the tight fabric. Pulling up my long hair and twisting it till it could be held in place with a single long ivory dagger. I watch myself closely in the mirror as I ever so slowly and carefully apply the red lipstick and feel how silkily it glides across my lips. While doing that I can see past myself into the face of the man behind me, on his knees with his hands tied behind his back, wetting his lips and waiting for me to permit him the honor of licking my boots. As I glance back at the image of myself in the mirror, I am pleased. And the devilish grin on my face is just a sign of things to come. The sudden stop of the bus rips me from my mind. There's been an accident and we're in a traffic mess. Luckily, we're only a few blocks from work, so I finish the trek on foot. The day progresses like any other with calls to be made, accounts to take care of and reports to be run. My printer has been giving me trouble lately and I'm meeting a friend for lunch, so I'll save that aggravation till later. I heard the repairman is in the building all day and I can find him if I need him. Lunchtime comes and I check out the window. I can see the familiar car across the street already waiting for me. As I exit the elevator, he sees me coming and gets out to open my door with one hand while his cell phone is planted up against his ear in the other one. When he gets in the driver seat, he finishes up his call and promises me no more interruptions till after lunch. As we sit in the overcrowded eatery, we would never know that there were more than just the two of us there. We shut out the rest of the world and sit and talk about everything under the sun. Waiting for the check, his cell phone rings. Unfortunately, it's legal and he has to take the call. He gets up from the table to take the call in private and knows I'm annoyed by the huge sigh I let out. I close my eyes and within a minute I feel the presence of someone behind me. The slight hint of my favorite men's cologne hits my nose and goes right to my brain. I feel a light touch on my bare arm that makes me smile and turn around to see my friend back. He apologizes for the interruption and sits back down. The waiter drops by our table and leaves us the check. Since there's always an issue of whose turn it is to pay for lunch, we both grab for the check at the same time. A slight tussle ensues over the piece of paper and in the process, he manages to come up with the check and I wind up with a gash on my finger from his fingernail. When he sees the injury he inflicted on me has drawn a bit of blood, he takes my hand and puts the injured finger to his lips. He looks me dead in the eye and opens his mouth and licks the tiny spot of blood away with his tongue. The feel of his warm breath on my hand and his hot tongue on my skin quickens my pulse and I can't seem to break free from his stare. Every hair on the back of my neck is standing on end and he can sense my anxiousness. He puts my whole finger in his mouth and sucks gently on it, wrapping his tongue around it playfully and pulling it back out ever so slowly. "Let's get out of here", he says almost in a whisper. "Let's get out of here. You're going to be late getting back to work." The words startle me and I open my eyes when I hear them coming from behind me as my companion returns from the lobby where he went to take his call. I smile to myself and give a slight chuckle as he pulls out my chair and offers his hand to help me up. He drops me off back at work and I return to the tasks of the day. In the middle of running a list of reports, my computer printer starts giving me grief. Everyone in the office harasses me over holding on to this old model, but I have my reasons. I try everything I know to get it to clear and run, but it was determined to throw a wrench into my afternoon. I call down to the operator to have the repairman sent up to my office as soon as he's available. I was not happy that most of the rest of my day was going to have to be spent manually recording and tallying information that was needed for a meeting later on. My aggravated state was calmed when, within 10 minutes of my placing the call, the familiar face of the repairman was standing right in front of me. I never shut my door, so it's easy for people to sneak up on me especially if I'm really into my work. "When I heard it was you that needed me, I dropped everything and came up," he said with a smile. He immediately went to work on the machine, but made sure any time he had to bend over for something he checked out of the corner of his eye to see if I was watching. I think he dropped a few tools on purpose also. I don't mind. He knows I like the looks of his body. We've teased and joked back and forth many times about getting together. He's not the average computer repair geek--this man is hot. I went about my work as best I could with him there. He told me he had to go get a part out of his van and I noticed that when he left he closed the door behind him. A few minutes later he reappeared and shut the door again. I kept my head down and tried to continue with my work. I closed my eyes and thought of how it would feel to have his strong hands all over me. By this time he was sitting on the floor working from underneath the annoying machine and something he was working with rolled across the floor over to my desk. He got on all fours and crawled over to retrieve the item, but didn't stop there. Next thing I knew, I felt his hand on my ankle, which made me jump. He sssh'ed me and told me to keep still and be quiet. He used his hands to massage his way up both of my legs, along the silky fabric of the stockings. As he got to the top, he pushed up my skirt and was pleasantly surprised to find that I was wearing a garter belt and no panties. His thumbs were working their magic on my thighs and once in a while he would brush against the hair on my pussy just to tease it a little. The teasing was making me so hot and wet that I couldn't wait to be satisfied any longer. I put one foot up on the edge of my desk and the other on the credenza behind me, looked him dead in the eye and said, "I want you to fuck me with your tongue and make me cum." He looked up at me and smiled as he began to run his tongue around my knee and up my inner thigh. He stopped just as he got to my center and gave me on last long glance before I closed my eyes and tipped my head back in my chair. With that, he began slowly circling the swollen lips of my clit and sliding his tongue past them deep into my dripping wet pussy. I always liked when he would jokingly stick his tongue out at me because ever since the first time I saw how long it was, this was the only thing I could ever think of him doing with it. He began plunging it in deeper and increased his speed. My hips began to match his movements and I could feel the tingling coming on from deep inside me. I think he sensed it too, because he pulled back for a minute and just watched me wrenching my hips in my seat. I was so close to cumming, so I reached down to rub myself and immediately slid 2 fingers into my pussy. He smiled and watched me fuck myself for a minute. When he saw that I was just about to cum, he pulled my hand away. He held it back and told me to be still. I wanted to cum right now in the worst way. I couldn't stand it anymore. After I calmed a bit, he slowly slid two of his fingers into my pussy and began to fuck me in long deep strokes. He began to flick his hot tongue on the tip of my clit and I felt the build-up beginning again. When I began to moan uncontrollably, he pulled his fingers out and started to pull and suck hard on my clit. I wasn't going to be stopped now and I put my hand on the back of his head and pushed him tight against me. Just as I was starting to cum, he pushed 3 fingers up into my soaking wet pussy and began twisting them around while he was sucking hardest on my clit. I arched my back and the sensation made my whole body shake in the chair. The convulsions slowed to a stop and my legs came to rest on his back while he was still licking the last of the juices out of my pussy. He told me that my printer was fixed five minutes after he got there. When he had gotten the call that I needed him, he was determined that after watching and wanting me for the past year or so, that today was going to be the day that he would finally have me. I told him that I have had the same feeling, too, but it seemed that one of us was left unsatisfied. He assured me that he was very satisfied with what he got to do, but if I were interested in continuing, he could find a reason to come back later. With that, he walked over to my printer, lifted the cover, and pulled out a part. "Looks like I have to come back later" he said. He smiled and winked at me, picked up his bag of tools and walked out the door, leaving it open this time. This time I didn't have to open my eyes back up. It was real. ...to be continued in pt 2 --------------------------------- Do you Yahoo!? The New Yahoo! Shopping - with improved product search <1st attachment begin> <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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