500 Words “Skirt”

It’s dim, unnaturally so but slowly the light from an unseen flickering oil lamp baths her in a warm yellow glow. She has her back to me, white cotton blouse tailored, fitted to her curves. The red skirt she wears ends just above her knee leaving a provocative length of stocking clad calf between the hem and her patent high heels.

“Oh it’s you.” She says glancing over her shoulder and flashing a mischievous smile that tells me she had been waiting for me to arrive, posed, poised. My mouth is dry, I don’t understand why but at the same time I know what will happen next. I run events through in my mind and as I think them they happen; She bends over, legs straight, fingers with red painted nails sliding across the green and gold tooled leather of a desk I never owned until her back is horizontal, her ass is stretching the fabric of the skirt and the slit up the back almost reveals her pussy.

She makes a show of writing a note on the ring bound pad on the far side of the desk and glances in the mirror on the wall to ensure she has my full attention. I step forward until I’m right behind her then wait for her to stand up. She does almost immediately but with a slow languid flow that leaves her ass and back pressed against my bulging trousers and heaving chest. She brings the Biro she’s still clutching to her lips and lets it rest there in a cliché that’s calculated to arouse me. As if that were needed.

My hands are quickly around her waist to pull her harder against me but quickly move up to cup her breasts while my hips press her to the desk. As I explore the buttons on the front of her cotton blouse to allow my hands unrestricted freedom to roam over her bra-less breasts she begins to wiggle, partly to grind into my but mostly to work her skirt up until I know her naked ass is against my groin.

We part a little and she tries to turn round but I push her forward firmly but gently over the desk until I have pressed her cheek onto the green leather. She gets the message and waits there with her glistening slippery labia throbbing in anticipation. I unfasten my belt inadvertently whipping the free end of the leather strap gently across her buttock. I smile when she jumps with surprise. Another time maybe I think to myself, right now we both need this.

Rigid and pulsing my cock springs up. I lay it between the cleft of her ass cheeks then drag it down across her puckered asshole and into line with her succulent opening. Slowly, firmly and with relish I impale her on my cock feeling us both breathe deeply with relief that the wait is over and growing passion at our impending ecstasy.

Well that was my dream last night, in 500 words. What did you dream about?