"Lonely wife" - читать интересную книгу автора (LeChance Adrian Noel)

CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CO-WORKERS AT WORK

Ralph's efforts to quiet his sexy young co-worker were not successful. Les and Randi heard the young woman through the closed door and they smiled knowingly at one another.

It was Randi who spoke first, Les, I can't seem to get enough. Can we move to the bed and finish this?

"Anything you want, you got," he said to her.

They stood together and walked to the bed. They didn't lay quietly, they tumbled onto the bed, a tangle of arms and legs. Naked limbs were caressing naked limbs. And then with hands and open mouths they began to work on each other. Randi was so aroused from having played with Les's cock and from the mauling he'd been giving her tits that she was sex ready when they hit the bed.

They squirmed around on the bed until they were head to toe and they began a little game. Both Les and Randi did identical things to each other. If he licked her toes, she licked his toes. When he kissed her ankles and licked her legs she did the same to him.

They were scooting in opposite directions so that they soon lay in a sixty-nine position, face to cunt, face to cock. When Les planted his face in her pussy, Randi gripped his cock and guided it to her mouth. While she jacked him off with her hand, holding the bulging head of his cock in her mouth, he slurped at her cunt with his tongue and tickled the clit.

They were bound to one another by their mouths and their sexes.

Les was as sex hungry as Randi. He could match her one for one. She could go toe to toe with him too. They were like to athletes trying to out do the other, neither able to say "I give" and neither willing to miss a tumble with the other.

Les, with his face buried in Randi's crotch began to caress her legs with his finger tips. He stroked the sensitive, ticklish inner thighs and sent shivers all over again through Randi.

Unwilling to let him best her with his sexual acrobatics, Randi continued her cock sucking upon him but now she took his balls in her hands and began to massage and twist the sensitive orbs.

They were working for and against one another. What he could think of she would do and vice versa.

Les opened his mouth wide and began to wallow his tongue back and forth across her clitoris. Randi was whimpering with the sheer pleasure. Whatever Les could do to her or for her was exactly what she could tolerate at that moment.

While he worked her over with his mouth and tongue she did her part. She pulled his cock from her mouth until only the wide, flaring head remained inside. She held the fat organ in both hands and pumped vigorously.

Together, again, they were pulling and pushing each other into orgiastic ecstasy. He was dribbling the clear, salty, chlorine-sweet pre cum and she was oozing the creamy stuff that he loved to taste and smell.

Suddenly Randi was no longer just moving in sinc with Les. She began to thrash about and to groan and squeal and Les knew that her time was at hand. He knew that she was going to come once again.

The knowledge that he had succeeded in bringing his lovely female partner to the sexual nirvana was all it took to edge Les into that wonderful place too. As Randi's secretions turned into a flood and as her muscles clamped down on his tongue in spasms, he began to spurt his come in large, thick gobs.

Just at the moment that Les was going to start pumping his spunk out through his cock Randi moved onto her back and left him to his own devices. He grabbed hold of his cock and pumped it with near violent motions. His goo shot from him in long pearly ropes that landed on the sheets and created big, wet spots which they would look at an hour later and muse over their sex.

While he was pumping his cock and finishing up, he also remained with his face buried between her legs and rode with her to the end.

Randi made lusty, husky sounds that came from deep in her throat. She was a slave the her own body and it held her captive for a few moments while she came.

When at last she was through coming, Les still held himself and he still pumped away at his loins. His cock had not softened and he was milking every little drop that he could from himself.

Finally they were done. They both fell back in refuge from their sex. He was swollen still and throbbing. She was seeping still and her cunt continued to tingle.

Their flesh was inflamed, red and hot.

They were perspiring laboring to settle into a regular breathing pattern.

When they had rested long enough Randi raised up and said, "My turn."

"Good idea, another turn. But I think I'm about shot for a while. Let's have another little rest and then it will be your turn," Les suggested.

"Sure honey," she agreed. And they settled back into the luxury and comfort of the big bed.

When they had slept for several hours, much longer than they had intended, it was Randi who woke first. She got up from the bed and went to get herself a cold drink. When she returned to the bedroom she stood next to the bed and gazed down at the sleeping form of Les. She looked him over as one might when examining a piece of art work. A critical was what she used when she appraised him. Finally, her eyes stopped on Les's prick and she felt herself responding to the sight. Flaccid now, it was still long and thick, curling against his leg as if it too were asleep. A pear shaped drop hung at its tip. Reacting on impulse, she reached down touched her fingertip to the drop. The fluid was thin and slightly sticky as she pressed it between her thumb and forefinger.

As she watched, the cock twitched and began to swell. It thickened and grew longer and moved away from his leg, increasing in size until it was almost twice as big as it had been at rest. It seemed to her to act as if it had a life and a will of its own. Within seconds it was fully erect and standing stiff at an angle down from his belly.

Randi suddenly realized that she had become extremely excited. There was something doubly erotic about causing this to happen while Les was asleep. It was as if she was keeping an illicit tryst between herself and the Fantasyland manager's cock. She drew herself up onto her knees and crouched over his still form, moving her face close to his dick. She touched the shaft lightly with one hand, feeling the blood course through it, each beat of his heart throbbing in the distended, purplish crown. With the other hand she reached down and stroked herself.

When she was very near to orgasm, Randi brought her face closer and as gently as she could she encircled the tip of the rod with her lips. The skin was hot and smooth and the head of the big cock filled her mouth. The Fantasyland manager's heartbeats were even more perceptible now. She took more and more of the big cock into her mouth until she felt it press against the back of her throat. It tasted strong and slightly musty after their recent fucking. She moved her head up and down again slowly and steadily in exact rhythm. The glands of her mouth were exuding saliva, her tongue slithering from side to side on the under portion of the long shaft.

Les groaned and Randi felt a warmth spread from between her legs, along the nerves and tissues and muscles of her body, the orgasm seizing her and holding her in an exquisite tension. She quickened the movement of her bobbing head as she heard the sounds issue from deep in his chest. His body tensed and he said, "Oh my God, Randi, please don't stop."

Les's cock jerked convulsively and a scalding stream of semen spurted into Randi's mouth. She could feel it spilling into her, onto her tongue and running from the corners of her mouth. She swallowed once and then held her head still, and once again she was in the grasp and hold of yet another orgasm.

Randi's capability to endure multiple orgasm was profound. She was unique and special and she took full advantage of the gift of her own body.

When her second orgasm came she felt Les becoming soft. She released his cock and fell back onto the bed with him and let herself go once more. She allowed the orgasm to rack her and to pound about inside.

Her own heart thumping heavily in her chest, she rolled against Les and he gathered her into his arms. She lay quiet and listened to the intermingled, sounds of their breathing in the large shadowy room. Outdoors a slight breeze had come up and it stirred the curtains in the window. Had it not been for the sound of the wind outside, Randi might have thought it was their breathing which moved the curtains.

When he spoke, Les's voice was soft and slightly hoarse, "That was beautiful Randi."

She looked up at him, smiled and said, "So are you."

His hand slid down her back and caressed her. "I could love you Randi. Very much."

She made no response to that.

"I really could come to love you," Les repeated.

That time Randi was moved and she smile through happy tears and said, "I already love you, Les."