“Good morning, beautiful,” he whispered.
Natasha stirred as she heard her favorite words, the first words she heard every morning from her lover who was snuggled into her back. She smelled the ocean breeze coming in through the open windows across from their bed. “Good morning to you, sir. It can’t be time to get up. We just finished,” she purred, smiling under the covers.
“It’s just after five. I know it seems like we just finished based on the fact that we were sticking to each other, but I believe we were done about three hours ago and haven’t moved since.” Dean climbed over her to get out of bed, kissing her on the forehead through the sheets. “Go back to sleep. I’ll take the dogs out. You don’t have to go west if you don’t want to this morning. I know daylight savings screws you up.”
“Have fun! Stop here before you go. I may have had a miraculous recovery by then.” She drifted off to sleep.
She felt the nuzzle of a large dog’s nose on her face through the soft covers and four little paws as they climbed up her body. She stirred a bit and weakly pushed at the covers to lower them just below her eyes. She got a face full of wet nose.
“I’m sorry. I should have kept them out. I brought you a cup of coffee just in case you wanted to make the trip. We haven’t been on a walk together in a few days.”
“I wasn’t really sleeping. I was just laying here thinking about you, about what we did before we passed out, and what I want to do later.” He pulled the sheet down to expose a naughty smirk. “I would like to go if that’s ok,” she concluded.
“Of course. I was hoping you would say that.” With a quick kiss, he turned to leave the room. “I’ll grab my coffee.”
They enjoyed their walk down the beach and witnessed an amazing natural occurrence as they returned home to their beautiful beach house – the sun was just getting ready to poke over the horizon. They had a quick, playful session before Dean had to get ready for work. He took a shower and headed to his home office to prepare for the day.
Later that afternoon, she walked into the office carrying her cup of coffee. She was still in the light, summer sweater she had worn the night before. He looked up from his screen to glance at her as she passed toward the slider, which was open. They could barely hear the rising tide over the sound of Led Zeppelin playing. She didn’t say anything. She just walked to the window and looked out.
“Can I help you with something, sweet tits?”
“I didn’t want to bother you. I was just wondering….”
“Yes?”
“Do you think this would be an appropriate outfit for me to wear to work today?” She fought hard to look serious.
“Would you like the politically correct answer or my honest opinion?”
“You know how I feel about being politically correct,” she said with a slight frown.
“Ok. Then honestly…no.”
She was surprised and feigned offense. “Why not? What’s wrong with it?”
“Well, you don’t have any shoes on and your hole-ridden pants don’t leave a lot to the imagination. Your tits are bulging out and begging to be released from their restricted duty.” He shook his head. “No. Not appropriate for an office setting.” He leaned back in his chair, one eye on his screens and one on her. “That being said, I think if you were planning to work from home today, I would say you are totally overdressed. Your co-worker will definitely be facing sexual harassment charges from chasing you around the office.”
“If I were to sue him, how much do you think I could get? Hypothetically?”
“I think you would have a very solid case. I mean, I can tell you as a casual observer that I am sexually aroused looking at you in your current state of dress.”
“Good to know. I will take that under advisement and make the appropriate adjustments to my outfit to make myself more presentable for the work environment. Thank you.” She pranced out of the office.
A short while later, Natasha quietly re-entered the office where Dean sat and tried to maintain his concentration. He had heard her shuffling around in the other parts of the house. When she crossed in front of the desk, he saw she had lost the jeans and was now only wearing a thong hiked high on her hips. A cropped sweater covered the tops of her breasts but left the bottom portion exposed. One button barely held the garment closed. She remained barefoot. Circling past the sliding doors that faced the beach, she walked around behind him and softly ran her fingers through his hair. She gently slid her well-tanned ass onto the desk right next to his right hand, which was fixed on his trackball.
Dean took a deep breath, shifted in his seat, and tried to maintain concentration on his multiple screens. “Can I help you with something, young lady?” He cleared his throat. “I noticed that you have made a change to your work attire.”
“I have.” Her fingernails drifted over his hand and up his forearm. “What do you think? Is this better?”
He lifted his hands to his face and rubbed his eyes. “While I am a big fan of the thong, I’m not sure if it’s quite acceptable in a stressful environment like the one you work in. It may be a bit of a distraction to some of the less focused individuals.” He shifted in his seat and tried to crack his back. “Don’t you think you’ll be cold in that sweater? Or maybe hot?”
“I think I understand.” Natasha stood up, turned her lovely ass to him, and began to exit. She paused. “Talking about my outfit isn’t bothering you, right? I just want to make sure I don’t screw things up at work.” As she turned to ask him, the one button holding things in place magically popped open and her gorgeous, round tits swung in his direction.
He turned to answer her and his eyes grew as big as saucers. “No. This doesn’t bother me at all. I’m happy to help. I appreciate that you are taking such an interest in clawing your way to the top!”
“Whoops! Sorry.” She pretended she was trying to cover herself. “Thank you.” She eased out the door. “I’ll go make some final adjustments. Don’t forget about your meeting.”
“What meeting?”
“I’ll have to check. I know I have it written down. You have a meeting in a little while with some woman.”
“Oh. Ok.” Dean leaned back in his chair and tried to adjust himself. He was half-hard and losing money like it was his job.
She bounced back into the office after a moment, this time wearing only four-inch stilettos. “I think I finally got it right,” she proudly declared, holding up a notepad and fixing the glasses on her face. “Oh, before I forget….that appointment I forgot about was with Miss Needlove. She needs to see you ASAP. She said she’ll be waiting for you on the chaise in the bedroom.” She removed the glasses. “Do you think this outfit is more suitable? I think you were right about the sweater making me too hot, and that damn button didn’t work. Plus the thong was really constricting. What do you think?” She turned to pose for him.
He had his hand on his cock through his pants as he turned to get a full view. “I think that’s perfect. You’re right. You nailed it!” A big smile grew on his face to match hers. “Miss Needlove, you say?”
“Yes. She seemed pretty heated. I had better go check on her and make sure she’s comfortable.” She craned her neck and acted as if she heard someone calling her from the other room. “She mentioned that you didn’t need to bring your pants. She wanted to go over your briefs. I don’t know what that means. Will you be needing me to take any dictation for you?”
“No, I think I’ll be ok. Thank you.”
“I’ll go check on her. You had better hurry.” She left as quickly as she could in her heels.
Dean paused for a moment and tried to gather himself. He stripped off his shirt as he walked and dropped his pants on the couch as he made his way to the master bedroom. He pushed the doors open and found Natasha spread out on the leather chaise by the floor-to-ceiling window. She had one shoe off and her hair was disheveled. Dean rushed to her aid, his hard dick poking at the fly of his TJs. “Are you ok? Where is Miss Needlove?”
Trying to be serious but with a smile breaking through, she said, “She was here, but she was pissed and threw me down on the lounge.” She released a burst of laughter, then grew deadly serious. She grabbed his cock through his boxer briefs and pulled him on top of her. “Get these fucking things off,” she growled as she ripped at his undies and bit into his shoulder. “You’re fucking killing me! I’ve been soaked all fucking morning. You’d better fuck me right the fuck now!”
“But what about Miss Needlove?” He couldn’t control himself and broke into laughter as he stood up to wrench down his constricting shorts. His large, hard dick was quickly corralled by Natasha and directed toward her throbbing slit. He mounted her and paused for a second at her steaming waxed lips. He pressed forward, easily filling her receptive hole without hesitation. Deep inside her, there was a mutual gasp of passion from both of them. Her firm ass bounced off the leather with every thrust from his tight body. She clawed at his back in an attempt to steady herself and accepted every jolt he gave her. She screamed acceptance and begged for more.
He fucked her hard. He knew just how she needed to be positioned for her to come on his dick. He pulled out, stood up, and flipped her over by grabbing an ankle and throwing it across her body. He lifted her ass in the air and she moved to all fours. Her back arched as he crouched a bit to direct his thick cock back into her waiting, wet envelope. Her hand reached between her legs and urged the glistening head into her, her nails trailing along the underside of his shaft until he was fully in. Then she caressed his balls.
He grabbed a handful of her mane. Both of her hands gripped the leather beneath her. He took her hard and fast, every stroke more forceful than the last as if he was trying to drill his way through her. With each thrust, the shaft of his cock bumped her button. Soon she was ready to explode with passion and energy. She begged, “Yes! Fuck me. Fuck me!”
He knew she was there. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and slammed hard into her ass again and again until she screamed and he felt her tighten hard on him. He continued as long as he could, but her clutch pushed him over the edge. As she soaked his cock and balls with her juice, he filled her with his. Grunting through gritted teeth, he pumped her full. He hugged her from behind and then rolled them both onto their sides, their bodies soaked in sweat. The room was heavy with the scent of passion and sex as they laid there, enjoying the sound of the surf mixed with their breaths as they came down from the moments of lust which had been building up all morning because of Natasha’s little game.
