Temp Love

By now she had pulled back enough for him to get an eyeful of her breasts. He took her hands, which were on his chest, and gently placed them on the table behind her, taking back control. She complied, arching her back a little, and presenting her creamy breasts to him, eager for him to touch them again. He stepped back a little and just looked at her, admiring the perfect paleness and roundness of her breasts, with the little, dark pink nipples alert and begging to be caressed. He reached out with the index fingers of both his hands and simultaneously and very lightly traced the outline and curve of each breast.

Anne felt goosebumps ripple up and down her torso at his sensual touch. She smiled at him, enjoying watching him enjoying her body. It excited her that he was excited by her. He brought his fingers up to the tops of her breasts again, and this time drew them down in a straight line to her nipples. He rubbed gentle circles around them, and then squeezed them gently between his index fingers and thumbs. She moaned quietly and held her head back, arching her back even more, and letting her hair fall behind her.

Bruce brought his mouth down to one breast and began to lick first the sides, and the top, and underneath, and then the aureole, and finally the nipple. Anne moaned a little louder, and murmured, "Ohhh...that feels so good..." Bruce loved that moan, and redoubled his efforts. He used every trick learned from past lovers to drive her wild. His caresses expanded to cover her whole body. He shoved her skirt up past her hips, and rubbed his rock hard groin against her now-wet panties. Grinding and kissing and licking and exploring, she was undiscovered country and he was an inspired explorer.

Bruce's grinding on her pussy while sucking on her nipples was driving her wild. A haze was settling into her brain, removing all conscious thought. She pushed into him, arcing her body to yield more to his touch. He rewarded her with the perfect nipple sucking while rubbing her clit in exactly the right spot. Almost inadvertently, her hand came up and she began to caress her left breast, while his mouth was still exploring her right.

Wow! Bruce thought to himself, She is REALLY getting into this! And then suddenly, her mouth was on her own breast, licking in sync with his tongue on her other breast. It was too much for him—he moved over to the breast that she was kissing and began to kiss it too, alternating between licking her nipple and licking her tongue, which seemed to be seeking him out, too. They sensually french kissed with her nipple inbetween their tongues, a moment of passion overwhelming the temporary discomfort of her position. Anne leaned back and let Bruce have full possession of her breasts, but kept one hand working the nipple that was free of his talented tongue.

Bruce was beginning to feel too restricted by his pants. His penis wanted to be free! He gave Anne's breasts one more kiss before standing up. He stepped back and began to unbuckle his belt, and then unzipped his fly. She sat up straighter, and watched him. Her skirt was still bunched up around ther hips, and he could see a strip of wetness on her black satin panties. He let his slacks and underpants fall to the ground together, and stepped out of them, moving towards Anne again. His penis almost immediately rose out of a patch of dark pubic hair, pointing directly at her crotch.

Anne's eyes were wide with appreciation, gazing at it, at how thick and full around it was, and how long—a good seven inches or so. This is going to be very satisfying, she thought. Ohhh, yes. She needed to get her hands around his member, and she needed to do it quickly. Bruce was pressing into her again, his penis right up against her clit, and she knew she was already so wet and ready to go. But she wanted to do something first, something she had wanted to do since she first met him.

Anne hopped off the table, pushing Bruce back a bit to give her room. She knelt down in front of him and took his penis into her hands, feeling it, stroking the ridges along its shaft, then the soft, conical tip. She could feel it pulsing beneath her touch, yet it was rigid. Then she stuck out her tongue and let it travel from the base of the shaft on the underside, to the very tip. She paused for a moment to encase the tip in her mouth, and sucked on it for a few seconds, until breaking off to continue her tongue's path along the top of his penis, again to the base of the shaft, this time half-buried in thick, dark hair. Bruce moaned and thrust his hips forward.

She inhaled his manly smell—a mixture of salty sweat, flesh and an indescribable sweetness. She returned to the tip of his penis, and took him into her mouth again, this time taking in more of the shaft, until about half of it was inside her. She shifted her eyes to look up at him, and was surprised to see him looking back down at her, his eyes somewhat glazed. He had his hands in her hair, rubbing her scalp, subtly motioning to her the way he wanted her to move on him. She was moving back and forth, her whole body rocking, while he stood, fixed, in front of her. Each time she moved forward again, his penis thrust deeper into her mouth, almost to her throat. She worked hard to relax and take the whole length in. She kept her lips firmly around the shaft, trying to keep the pressure even. Soon she had Bruce' entire penis buried her mouth, and she was sucking him best she could —she didn't want to let him go, she wanted to bring him to the point of ecstacy, of orgasm.

But just as Anne was sure he was going to go, Bruce pulled back. He reached down and drew her up to him, and said, "I want to feel all of you, too."

He undid the zipper in the back of her skirt and it slid to the floor. The panties were the next to go, his fingers deftly rolling down the elastic of the waistband. He lifted her up onto the table again, pushing her back gently as he kissed her mouth. Then he left her mouth and kissed down her chin, then her neck, over her collarbone, between her breasts, down her stomach. Then he stopped to kneel in between her open thighs, and he found her clitoris with his lips, sucking on it first, and then caressing it with his tongue. Anne was massaging his head lightly as he explored her, sometimes pressing him into her when he was doing something that felt particularly delicious.

"Bruce," Anne said it breathlessly. "I am so ready for you." He looked up at her, surprised she would say something when he had been deliberately teasing her for minutes. "I need you now!"

Anne's eyes were closed, her lips parted sensuously, and her cheeks were flushed. Yep, she's ready. He toyed briefly with the idea of teasing her just a little bit longer, but he decided there would be time for more play later, on other occasions.

Bruce stood up, his penis erect before him. Anne scooted forward on the table, leaning back, angling herself for optimal entry. He was so stiff, and she was so wet, that neither of them needed to use their hands to guide him in. He simply leaned forward, and his cock easily penetrated her, sensually sliding in several inches. A few more handless thrusts and he was buried inside her.

Anne needed him so bad, needed him to take her. She held onto him tightly with her thighs, bracing herself as he thrusted as deeply into her as he possibly could. He stayed there a moment, and Anne felt so full, so complete, that she never wanted him to pull out. He started to, but she pressed on his buttocks with her legs and held him close to her just a moment longer. He obliged, and then gently moved partly out, hovered there, and then slowly plunged back in again. Anne moaned in pleasure, and, taking his cue, he repeated the move, slowly and deliberately.

Anne watched in a daze as his thick glistening cock slid in and out of her, a visual queue for the pulses of pleasure detonating in her brain. He looked down at her, and a wild look came into his eyes. He started pushing into her harder and harder, taking her completely. She felt her body responding to his need, yielding in that most pleasurable way.

He slammed into her and then bent down, gripping her hair with a hand and pulling her in tight for a passionate kiss. He pushed his tongue into her, matching how his cock was pushed into her pussy. His penis was putting just the perfect pressure on her clitoris, she began to move her own pelvis onto him, moving faster and faster, humping on him as he kissed her.

She suddenly broke the kiss and gasped, trying to stifle a cry of pleasure as the most powerful orgasm she had ever had in her life exploded through her body, blotting out all other thoughts. "Goddamn!" she whimpered while in the helpless grip of an overwhelming pleasure.

Bruce watched the orgasm seize control of Anne, and it drove him over the edge. He groaned a deep "fuck" and let go of all the pressure that had been building up in him. Anne moaned again as she felt the liquid pleasure shooting inside her, and thrilled in the way Bruce' body shuddered, enraptured.

"Ohhhh," Anne murmured. They were both panting, sweat shining on their skin. "That was amazing. You are amazing."

Bruce, smiling down at her, replied "Ditto."

They both knew that this was the start of something new, something amazing, and that this temp job was the best thing that had every happened to either of them.