He moved his chair closer, trapping me between his legs and wrapping his arms around my waist.
“It wouldn’t be weird at all. In fact, it would mean a lot.”
“If that’s the case, I’m proud of you. I love the way you’re making the best out of a situation you weren’t necessarily ready for.”
“Thank you. That means a lot.”
He sat back and reached for the hem of the T-shirt dress I wore.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“I need a snack to hold me over until later.”
The thought of his mouth on my pussy again filled me with excitement.
“You think I can help you with that?”
“I’m positive you can.”
By now, he had my dress hiked above my waist, and his fingers were in the waistband of my panties. He slowly pushed them over my hips, down my legs, and to my ankles. Thankfully, I wore slip-on sandals, and they easily came off with my panties.
“I can’t believe I’m letting you do this.”
“I can’t believe you’d consider not letting me do this. Lay back.”
My full ass wasn’t on his desk, and it didn’t need to be. Before I could lean all the way back, Graham’s arms were wrapped around the top of my thighs, my ass cheeks were pressed against his shoulders, and his face was wedged between my thighs.
“Oh shit!” I screamed when his tongue made contact.
He went right into attack mode, and I wasn’t ready. His tongue slipped and slivered between my pussy lips, sending shockwaves through my body.
Although he technically wasn’t open for business yet, I’d never had my pussy eaten, or anything else sexual, in a public place. It definitely heightened the experience in ways I wasn’t prepared for.
“Graham!”
I’d reached my climax, and his name was the only legible word I could manage. My legs locked around his neck as my pussy pulsed around his tongue. One thing was for sure, every time I looked at his desk, I’d be brought back to this moment.
“Your birthday is next week, Son. Have you thought about what you want to do?”
It was Monday morning, and I was headed to drop Keelan off at camp.
“Not really.”
“Do you have any gifts in mind?”
“Just one.”
“What’s that?”
“A phone?”
“A cell phone?”
“Yes, please.”
“Why do you need a phone, Keelan?”
“Mom, I’m almost eleven and about to start middle school. Plus, I want to be able to call you if Dad starts picking me up again.”
