***Blowjob under the table*** “I can hear him out there, ma..

***Blowjob under the table***

“I can hear him out there, mashing keys on his keyboard as he chats with his friends. I peer around the corner and watch him for a moment. He’s sat there at the desk engrossed with his game. Though he appears to be relaxed and enjoying himself, there’s this look on his face. A focus, a smoldering intensity, only when he’s invested in something, that I find irresistible. Like a moth to a flame, I am drawn from my hiding place and hypnotically move closer. With every step forward and each passing moment, I feel my desire for him continuing to grow. By the time the scent of his shampoo hits my nostrils, my need for him was at fever pitch.

I sink down to my knees and crawl under the desk. While I try to remain discreet, I don’t really care too much if some noise is made. I position myself between his legs. With both hands, I reach up and caress his thighs. He finally notices me and glances down. His lips curve upward in a very faint smile as we exchange looks. He understands what I want and is more than happy to give it to me. As he returns his focus to the game, I begin to rub him over his shorts, and it isn’t long before I feel something stirring in them. I pull down his shorts and take him out.

I affectionately place kisses from base to tip while gently stroking him. I can hear his breath catch several times as I continue to tease him. When I feel he’s had enough, I take him into my mouth and gently suck and lick. Feeling him grow hard in my mouth as I work him up will always be a huge turn-on for me, and this time is no different. I can’t help but slide a hand into pants to feel a wet spot on my panties. As I work myself over my panties, I hear him gasp and groan audibly. His friends probably heard him too as I hear him try to explain the noise away as a yawn on one occasion, and a stretch of his arms another. Knowing that he might get caught with his pants down, in more ways than one, only serves to fuel my need for him.

With him now fully hard in my mouth, I give him more focused attention. I lick, suck, and stroke him in every way I know he likes; in every way I know will get an audible response from him. As I continue to work him up, I see his eyes looking down at me. That burning focus on the game from earlier had now been transferred to me. I lock eyes with him and continue to work him. I could still hear him making excuses to his friends about why he wasn’t paying attention to the game. As he struggled to answer them without moaning, I couldn’t help but stick my fingers into my panties to give myself some much-needed attention too.

I work us both up faster and faster, until finally our pleasures reached their peaks. I feel myself finish against my fingers, warm, wet, and twitching. As for him, I pushed him to the back of my throat and swallowed every drop. He sits there misty-eyed while I clean him up, telling his friends he’ll need a quick breather before continuing with the game. When I get up to leave, he grabs my hand and I turn to look at him. His face has this look, and I know we’ll be spending some quality time tonight.”