Wet Wednesday

All day.
She sat.
Anxiously waiting
For the neon lights
to read five fifteen.

Shifting in her
office seat
Her thoughts drifted to
His warm chocolate hand.

Caressing her inner thigh.
Causing an anticipated high
she didn't want to come down from.

His smooth pink tongue
Licking her sweaty
sexed skin.
Sending shivers down her back
To the tips of his fingers
Where he pulled her closer
into his mouth.

Slipping in his tongue
Tasting her sweet cherry sap.
Suckling on her button
As if begging her to cum.

Hands gripping the bed sheets
already stained with ecstacy,
A ball of pleasure mad its way
from her toenails
to her hard clenched teeth.

Opening her eyes.
"Damn," she thought..
Its only eleven fifteen.