The To-Do List

Thirty minutes later, Lana chaps his door and leans her head in, giving him that coy smile that he loves. He looks up, still flustered and looking lost.

"How are you getting on?" she asks him.

"Ok. Harder than I thought."

"I'll bet," she smiles to herself. "Listen, I hate to be a pain but my computer's playing up."

"Lana, you're already the resident IT expert in here."

"Yeah but it's doing that thing that you fixed last time and I can't remember what you did."

He sighs, looking at his notes and his computer screen, and then takes a breath and stands up, coming to join her. She checks and sees that her low cut blouse is still doing its work; the outline of his cock is visible through the soft material of his trousers.

"Ok, show me," he follows her through.

She closes the door behind him as soon as he's through, and stands with him at the desk.

He looks at her computer. "What's wrong? It looks ok?"

When he turns around with a questioning look, she grabs the back of his neck and pulls him into a long kiss, her other hand running down over his belt.

"Lana," he mumbles, "I really have to work -"

"You work way too hard," she whispers, grinning, "and I think you need to unwind; the solution will come to you. Now just let me..."

Through his trousers, her manicured nails tighten around his growing bulge. She feels it twitch in her hand, begging to be stroked and sucked. Tom opens his mouth to protest and she kisses him again.

As her deft fingers undo his belt and zip, she feels his resistance begin to melt away. With a tug, she pulls the waistband of his boxers down and his cock twitches free, firm in her hand.

His breath comes short as her small hand, with her soft skin, wraps around the tip of his cock and squeezes, rippling her fingers over him.

He whispers something in ecstasy and she leans in to hear him better, softly biting his ear.

"What was that?" she whispers.

"I said," he runs a hand behind her ear and pulls her in, "I fucking love you."

She starts to stroke faster, grinning into his kiss. "I love you too. That's why," she can feel him tensing up and pushing against her quickening strokes, "I do things like this for you."

Dropping to her knees, Lana pushes Tom back against the desk and takes his throbbing cock in her mouth. He groans and spasms as she works her lips over his helmet, down his shaft, sucking and swirling her tongue.

His hands link behind her head, keeping her there, and with her other hand she begins to stroke his shaft, faster and faster.

"Oh god," he whispers, and pulls her deeper onto his cock. She takes him deep into her throat, letting her tongue caress the underside of his erection.

Feeling him shiver, she kisses his manhood and stands up. His legs are trembling a little, begging her to finish.

"Please," he whispers as she comes in for a kiss, "I'm about to cum."

"Oh, I know," she says, and kisses him passionately. Her soft hand continues to work his cock, just enough to keep him on edge. "But we can't have you messing up your nice suit before a meeting. So," she tears her blouse open, showing him the laced red bra and her soft, perky breasts, "how about you just cum all over these?"

He barely manages a nod, and as she strokes him closer and closer to the edge, he brings his hands up and massages her chest. She groans into his mouth as electric shivers run through her. His strong hands squeeze and pinch her breasts just softly enough, and she arches her back and strokes faster still. He pulls her bra down, her breasts held up by the folded cups, pushing them together.

"I'm going to -" he gasps.

"Good," she grins, and drops to her knees.

Tilting her head back, she strokes faster and harder, until with a low moan and a twitch, he releases torrents of thick white cum over her. It runs down her cleavage and she smiles up at him, rubbing it in with her hands, using it as lubricant to fondle her own chest.

Breathless, he lets her stand up and lean across the desk, tearing a few tissues out of a box and cleaning her chest up. Tucking herself away and doing her blouse back up, she leans in and kisses him.

"Feeling better?"

"Could say that," he mutters.

She laughs as he cleans himself up. Pulling her in close, he holds her in an embrace. She takes in the smell of his aftershave, relishing the memories and the warmth of his chest.

"I think you needed that," she whispers, pressed against him. "There was an awful lot."

"I'm definitely feeling clearer headed," he says.

"See? And you said it was all hippie shit."

"I was talking about your meditation thing. If we're doing stuff like this instead I could get on board."

She gives his chest a playful slap and kisses his neck. "Maybe that could be arranged. I mean it is our anniversary, I still owe you your big present."

"I've still got one to get?"

"I'd say you've got a few left to cash in, yeah."

His hand comes up to the back of her head, holding her close against him, running his fingers through her tussled hair. She mews at the tingling feeling, smiling.

"Like what?" he asks. "Do I get a clue as to my present?"

"Maybe."

"Oh go on."

"Ok," she says. With one hand she takes his wrist and places his hand on her hip like a ballroom dancer.

"Dancing?" he asks, laughing.

"Lower," she whispers, running his hand down over her skirt, over her perky ass cheek, to where it meets her thigh. His hand finds its way under her skirt, to her lace-clad ass. Biting her lip, she grinds down on it, letting his fingers slide into the curve where he isn't usually allowed.

"Oh," he says. "Really?"

"If you're good," she grins.

"What if I'm bad?"

"If you're bad, then I don't make you dinner; we go straight to the incredible sex."

"You are a great cook."

"I know."

"I'll try to be good, then."

"That's my man," she kisses him again, and pats his chest. "Now, you've got work to do."

"I do," he says. "You know, I feel a lot better about it suddenly."

"Just don't start pretending to be stressed to get blowjobs."

"It's not like we deprive each other of sex, Lana."

"True," she says. "And we are awfully good at it. Now go and work."

"Speaking of work, what are you doing? We've no clients today, there's nothing really to do."

"I'm making our list up."

"Our list?"

"The to-do list. The one we agreed we'd start working through if you did sell the company."

"What if I don't?"

"At least half of it is related to sex, so I'd say we've got it covered."

"Have I told you you're the best?"

"About three times, honey."

"Make it four."

He gives her another kiss, and then heads for the office, leaving her smiling at her desk. Pulling a notebook over, she pops the cap off a pen and begins writing the rest of the list, biting her lip in anticipation.

The sun sets, leaving Lana in the warm glow of a dozen candles and a soft yellow mood light. Her secretarial uniform – as much as she loves the attention it gets from Tom – is gone for now, leaving her in silk shorts and a shirt that's far too large for her.

Scents and sensations warm her entire body as she curls in the corner of a couch. The shirt is covered in Tom's aftershave, the silk shorts whisper on her thighs every time she shuffles, and she's naked under the shirt. Knowing that Tom will be home soon, flustered and stressed after a trying day, has made her overly aware of her body.

She can feel the fabric rub against her hardening nipples, the heat in her face, the shivers that run through her body when she thinks of him. Trying to keep her hands off herself until he gets home, Lana turns her attention to the list that she has made.

The To-Do list, a bucket-list of sorts for her and Tom. On it are some of her life's biggest dreams, and some of his too. Interspersed between the travelling and the achievements are some of her fantasies, things that she wants Tom to do to her; things that she wants to do to him.

Reading down the list, her breathing gets heavier. She's arranged it alphabetically, and in the first five is one that she intends to tick off tonight.

Anal.

Her hand creeps inside her shirt without her noticing, rubbing the tingling tip of her breast. Closing her eyes and biting her lip, Lana lets her head fall back and gets comfortable. Just thinking about taking Tom inside of her, deep and hard, has set a fire between her thighs.

Running a hand down her stomach, her fingers curl between her legs, rubbing the silk against her moistening pussy. A soft moan barely escapes her lips, her back arching as her other hand tightens on her breast. Her fingers find that magical spot through her short and she stretches her legs, letting out a long, pained breath as she starts to rub, faster, harder -

"Not disturbing you, I hope."

She stops, her hand hovering between her thighs. Looking up over the couch, she sees Tom in his three-piece, head tilted back and giving her a look of passionate hunger.

"Honey," he says, raising an eyebrow and taking in the sight, "I am very much home."

She laughs at his cheesy line and curls a finger, beckoning him over. Undoing his tie as he walks, he tosses it on the table beside her single glass of red wine and sits down beside her.

She steals a kiss, delicately biting his lip, and gets the important stuff out of the way before her feelings overtake her. One hand on his leg and the other on his chest, she pulls away long enough to ask:

"How did it go at the meeting?"

"We're selling," he grins. "We're rich, Lana."

She shivers and plants another kiss on him, softer this time.

"How much?"

"Let me handle the details. I'm not sure what it'll be after tax and fees and such, but we should have more than enough to do everything on our list."

"Everything?"

"Oh yeah. You know what? Let's never work again. Just throwing that idea out there."

"Well," she whispers, running her hand up his thigh, "if we're going to do that list, we should probably get started."

"Absolutely," he laughs. "What's first?"

"Well, I arranged it alphabetically."

"Classic Lana."

"Mhm," she grins, and rubs her hand over the solid bulge in his trousers. "Which means that tonight, you're going to fuck me..." she takes his hand and gets to her knees, kneeling forward into him, "...here." She plants his hand on her supple ass cheek and he squeezes it, growling with anticipation.

"We probably shouldn't delay," he says, his voice far lower as she starts to undo his waistcoat and shirt. His hands work her ass cheeks, pulling her close to him, his touch soft over the silk.

"One thing," she says, kissing him. "Be gentle."

"Not often you say that."

"Not often you fuck me in the ass, handsome, now stop stalling."

She lunges forward, pulling his shirt open to reveal his chest; the body of a sprinter or a swimmer, athletic and firm. Her fingers dance over patches of chest hair, tracing it down between his abdominal muscles to his belt.

Ripping the belt out, she pushes him back onto the couch and straddles him, letting the silk of her shorts rub between them as she grinds on his twitching cock. A deep moan nearly escapes his lips, but she kisses him before it can. Their tongues swirl around each other's, and his hands explore her familiar body.

Her soft, small breasts tingle with the heat of his touch, his strong hands rubbing them under her shirt. With one move – whilst she grinds back and forth on him – he rips open the oversized shirt and lets her lithe body catch the low candelight.

Her head falls backwards in ecstasy, bearing her chest to his mouth. His lips and tongue find her nipples, and she grinds her pussy against his erection harder, faster, feeling the building tension in her core; that longing to be filled, to take him inside her.

"I'm so turned on," she gasps, and kisses him again.

His hands move from her chest to her curved hips, where they slide down to her silk-clad rear, squeezing and pulling her onto his hard cock. She fumbles at his trousers, almost ripping them open in her eagerness.

A second later, she holds his throbbing cock in her hand, stroking up and down, feeling him buck his hips against her.

"You're incredible," he groans, and she feels his stubble against the soft skin of her neck as he kisses from her ear down to her collarbone.

One of his hands traces round the front of her thighs as she squirms with pleasure. Pulling her silk shorts aside, she feels his fingers push apart her dripping wet pussy lips, pushing inside her -

"No," she gasps, and grabs his wrist. He almost argues, but he sees her intention in the breathless passion painted across her face. "Tonight, it's all about this..."

With his wrist in her hand, she scoots forward and pushes his hand past her pussy, where her other hole waits, tight and quivering with the twitching of her pussy.

"Well," he says, bringing his hand out of her shorts and round to her rear to cup her cheeks, "if you absolutely insist, madam."

"Oh I insist," she says.

"Well, lubrication won't be a problem," he says as he pulls her silky shorts down around her milky pale thighs. Her flawless ass gives under his strong grip, and he pulls her cheeks apart as he stares into her eyes. "You're stupidly wet."

Holding her gaze, she feels his hand work down past her ass, between her legs, to her dripping wet lips. He teases his fingers up and down her, lingering over her tingling clit and drawing a gasp from her.

Each time he runs a finger between those lips, she twitches and moans. A part of her wants to just grab him and stuff his cock inside her, to fuck him senseless until they're both a total mess; but she knows that the payoff is going to be worth it, and so she resists.

When his finger is soaked from her juices, he rubs it in circles around her delicate ass hole. She puckers and tenses up as he gently pushes his finger in.

Lana feels him working his finger in, her mind spinning at the thought of her own juices easing him into her one forbidden place.

"Gentle enough?" he asks, and kisses her.

Her breathing has gotten heavy, her head is light, and with her free hand she's stroking his cock.

"Mhm," she whispers. "I'm really turned on, do you think you could -"

"What?"

"I want your mouth on me."

"Done."

He lifts her up, sliding his finger out of her ass, and lays her down on the couch. The shirt spills open, and he admires the curves of her body as he kisses her way down between her thighs.

Pulling her silk shorts completely off, he grins and sinks to his knees, kissing everywhere but where she wants him to. She groans and struggles, trying to move her clit closer to his delicate kisses. Her thigh, her navel, everywhere except there. He's deliberately teasing her.

"Tom," she groans, "please."

"Since you asked nicely," he says.

It hits her like a truck. He simultaneously runs the flat of his tongue over her clit, sucking it between his lips and massaging it with his mouth, and slides two heavily-lubricated fingers in her ass.

She nearly screams with the sudden burst of pleasure; her back arches and she twitches and writhes as his tongue works over her burning clit, sending shockwaves through her body.

His fingers are a deep rightness in her, sliding in and out, massaging parts of her she barely knows. Together, the sensation is too much to bare. Lana clutches at his head and keeps him there, her thighs clamping around him.

He starts to go faster.

"Oh holy fuck," she whispers, "I'm going to cum so hard, don't stop -"

Her words falter and she stops breathing as the pleasure reaches its peak. His fingers are stretching her apart as he devours her pussy, she can feel her heart pounding in her ears. Her own hands pinch and knead her breasts, and then -

With a long, loud moan she finds her release.

Shivers and waves of pleasure pound through her body like a pulse, as though lightning had hit her. It takes almost a minute for it to pass, filling every inch of her body with a blinding flash of heaven.

When she starts to get her breath back, she opens her eyes to see Tom holding his cock in one hand, guiding the thick, pulsing rod towards her tight ass hole.

"That was amazing," she says, craving the sensation of him inside her. "Good lord."

"Was?" asks Tom, running his cock over her trembling pussy. She quivers and squirms away, the sensations too strong at the moment. "We're far from done."

"I want you to fuck me hard."

He runs his cock over her pussy again and she twitches. "What happened to gentle?"

She looks down, past her breasts, to his glistening cock, precum oozing from the tip.

"Fuck gentle," she says, and wraps her legs around him, pulling him close.

Her ass hole is soaked with a mixture of her own juices, saliva, and precum. Tom works his cock over her tight hole, giving her a few experimental pushes to get used to it. She shakes with the pain, still high from her orgasm. Working it in, Tom stretches her open with his manhood. First the tip, then back out. The tip again, and back out.

After a few testers, Tom starts to slowly push his way into her.

She moans and pulls him in with her legs, then leans forward and places a hand on his stomach, stopping him.

"Ok, ok," she gasps. "Gentle to start, then hard."

He says nothing – he knows. Tom gives her a minute to catch her breath, rubbing his fingers over pussy, his thumb working over her opening.

The waves of pleasure in her pussy as he pushes two fingers inside let her forget the pain, and Tom pushes further inside her ass. She feels it as a good pain, like when he spanks her.

Then he's in – all the way in, and she can feel him deep inside her whilst his fingers work her pussy. She feels so full, and as if seeing the hunger in her eyes he leans forward and puts two fingers on her lips. She sucks them in, wanting him in every hole at once, wanting to do everything to him.

His first thrust gets a pained gasp from her, and then the pleasure flows back in. He's still going slowly, stretching her open with every push. Again, harder this time, slamming a wave of pleasure from the depths of her body through her spine.

Harder. Harder still, till the juices from her trembling pussy are lubricating it more and more. Two fingers in her pussy, rubbing upwards against her spot, and his hard cock pounding her in that tight, forbidden hole; her eyes roll into the back of her head, and she's lost in the moment.

Lana isn't sure when she lets go, but before she knows what's going on she's screaming for him to fuck her ass, to fuck her harder. Looking up at him, she sees his taut swimmer's body rippling with the force of his thrusts.

Again and again he plunges into her, her pussy aching with pleasure, the release building up again behind her chest.

"I'm going to -" she gasps, and reaches for his hands. He holds her wrists, pinning her down as he slams into her ass again and again. Her pussy is trembling, aching for him, and this strange new pleasure is about to explode inside of her. "Oh god – harder, baby, harder."

The rocking of her hips and his relentless pounding fade into one constant, amazing movement, their bodies becoming one. She breaks one hand free from his hold and finds her pussy; her fingers are a blur, rubbing her clit until the tension builds, builds, and then -

He sees the look on her face, and stops holding back. As the first scream leaves her mouth, he leans down and kisses her. Moaning and breathing into one another's mouth, she climaxes with the sensation of him emptying himself into her ass.

A hot, warm feeling fills her, and he buries himself in her with one last, powerful thrust. Her fingers slow, and then stop, as the flood of pleasure ebbs away and leaves her lying in a cloud.