States has
been used in his office here. Masculine dark woods and green tones are carried
throughout the large expanse of the room. The sparse furnishings and seating
arrangements are dwarfed by the oversized dark walnut desk and hunter green
leather wing-backed chair that is so wrong for this space. It’s obvious that my
step mother Gloria had her hand in decorating this room too. This office would
make anyone sitting on the other side of the desk completely uncomfortable and
overpowered by my father, which I’m sure was his goal. My father is a smart,
shrewd businessman and although he’s good at what he does, he knows there are
others out there that could do it better. He uses threats, powerful business
ties, and other forceful measures to get the job done when needed; I got to
witness it first-hand.
Drawing my focus back to my work, my gaze stops at the
framed picture of Morgan I have placed front and center on my desk. It’s one of
very few photos I have of her here, the one I gave to Morgan in the file folder
when I desperately needed a reason to see her. I had a bunch of meetings and
things to attend to, but I really missed Morgan, and figured nobody would be
the wiser if I called her to review a file. I wrote the words “I love you” on
the back, and slid it into the folder before meeting her in the elevator.
Looking at that picture reminds me of the night I took it…
we hadn’t been together long, but were having fun exploring the “getting to
know you period” as we like to call it. It was a simple Thursday night and we
hadn’t done anything special in particular. We both did our evening workouts
before I met Morgan at her place. It was a beautiful late summer evening and
although it was still warm out in the evening, the humidity was no longer
unbearable. After dinner, we grabbed our bottle of Sauvignon Blanc and relaxed
on the little terrace located just off her living room. We sipped the perfectly
chilled white wine, held hands, and gazed into each other’s eyes, smiling
brightly as we discussed some of the crazy antics I had gotten myself into
during my youth and laughing at how different our upbringings had been.
When the bottle was empty, and the summer sun had finally
set, I noticed Morgan’s perfect nipples harden under her nearly transparent
tank top and lace bra as a chill crept over her body. I helped her rise to her
feet and led the way inside then swooped my arms behind her legs and in one
fluid motion had her in my arms as I carried her to her bedroom.
Making love to Morgan is so much different than filling the
void I once felt in my soul, or acting on a carnal need I have as a man to
spread my seed. The feeling of peace and love that is shared between us when
I’m inside her is different than any other I’ve ever experienced. Our bodies
fit together.
That night, after I placed Morgan back on her feet at the
foot of her bed, I slowly undressed her, taking in the glorious sight of her
naked body; her perfectly plump breasts, flat belly and round ass sitting atop
her long runner’s legs. I drop to my knees before her, taking the time to truly
worship her as I slid one of her legs over my shoulder, parting her glistening
lips as I moved my tongue between her folds to suck on her now throbbing clit.
Using my other hand to steady her, I listened to Morgan pant and whisper
encouraging words as I lapped at her pussy, bringing her to her first climax of
the evening. After coming down from her first release, I took my time,
massaging, and gently nibbling her breasts as I made my way up her body. Morgan
frantically removed my clothes, paying no mind to the slow pace I had set.
Releasing me from my boxers, Morgan grabbed the base of my cock, and pumped my
erection a few times before massaging her entrance with my tip. We let out a
loud sigh in unison as I entered her, filling her with my girth. Our eyes met
as I held myself above Morgan, finding a sweet rhythm. A smile crossed her face
as she
been used in his office here. Masculine dark woods and green tones are carried
throughout the large expanse of the room. The sparse furnishings and seating
arrangements are dwarfed by the oversized dark walnut desk and hunter green
leather wing-backed chair that is so wrong for this space. It’s obvious that my
step mother Gloria had her hand in decorating this room too. This office would
make anyone sitting on the other side of the desk completely uncomfortable and
overpowered by my father, which I’m sure was his goal. My father is a smart,
shrewd businessman and although he’s good at what he does, he knows there are
others out there that could do it better. He uses threats, powerful business
ties, and other forceful measures to get the job done when needed; I got to
witness it first-hand.
Drawing my focus back to my work, my gaze stops at the
framed picture of Morgan I have placed front and center on my desk. It’s one of
very few photos I have of her here, the one I gave to Morgan in the file folder
when I desperately needed a reason to see her. I had a bunch of meetings and
things to attend to, but I really missed Morgan, and figured nobody would be
the wiser if I called her to review a file. I wrote the words “I love you” on
the back, and slid it into the folder before meeting her in the elevator.
Looking at that picture reminds me of the night I took it…
we hadn’t been together long, but were having fun exploring the “getting to
know you period” as we like to call it. It was a simple Thursday night and we
hadn’t done anything special in particular. We both did our evening workouts
before I met Morgan at her place. It was a beautiful late summer evening and
although it was still warm out in the evening, the humidity was no longer
unbearable. After dinner, we grabbed our bottle of Sauvignon Blanc and relaxed
on the little terrace located just off her living room. We sipped the perfectly
chilled white wine, held hands, and gazed into each other’s eyes, smiling
brightly as we discussed some of the crazy antics I had gotten myself into
during my youth and laughing at how different our upbringings had been.
When the bottle was empty, and the summer sun had finally
set, I noticed Morgan’s perfect nipples harden under her nearly transparent
tank top and lace bra as a chill crept over her body. I helped her rise to her
feet and led the way inside then swooped my arms behind her legs and in one
fluid motion had her in my arms as I carried her to her bedroom.
Making love to Morgan is so much different than filling the
void I once felt in my soul, or acting on a carnal need I have as a man to
spread my seed. The feeling of peace and love that is shared between us when
I’m inside her is different than any other I’ve ever experienced. Our bodies
fit together.
That night, after I placed Morgan back on her feet at the
foot of her bed, I slowly undressed her, taking in the glorious sight of her
naked body; her perfectly plump breasts, flat belly and round ass sitting atop
her long runner’s legs. I drop to my knees before her, taking the time to truly
worship her as I slid one of her legs over my shoulder, parting her glistening
lips as I moved my tongue between her folds to suck on her now throbbing clit.
Using my other hand to steady her, I listened to Morgan pant and whisper
encouraging words as I lapped at her pussy, bringing her to her first climax of
the evening. After coming down from her first release, I took my time,
massaging, and gently nibbling her breasts as I made my way up her body. Morgan
frantically removed my clothes, paying no mind to the slow pace I had set.
Releasing me from my boxers, Morgan grabbed the base of my cock, and pumped my
erection a few times before massaging her entrance with my tip. We let out a
loud sigh in unison as I entered her, filling her with my girth. Our eyes met
as I held myself above Morgan, finding a sweet rhythm. A smile crossed her face
as she
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