The house is quiet.. silent… if I listen close, I can hear your rapid
keystrokes as you work away on your latest brainstorm. Hour after hour, you
work, perfecting your new program. Finally, I decide you need a break, and
sneak into the kitchen to put some water on to boil for tea for you. I can
hear you slaving away as I set a tray with your tea (perfect with 1 spoon of
tea and two spoons of cream), and a small bowl of fresh strawberries.

As I quietly slip into the room, I notice you are totally absorbed in your
codes. You don’t even look away from the screen, or acknowledge my presence.
Smiling softly to myself, I set the tray down, and creep up slowly behind
you. The morning has been nice and warm, and you are clad only in a pair of
bike shorts. Reaching out, I gently begin to massage your tired neck and
shoulders, working my way down your back. You pause in your efforts, and lean
back against me. You reach up, and clasp your arms around my neck, pulling me
closer. I lean down and kiss the top of your head tenderly.. marveling at how
soft your hair is. Wrapping my arms around your neck, we nuzzle quietly for
several long, lingering minutes, my fingers wandering through the thick
forest of your dark chest hair.

I murmur, “I brought you some tea, Love… you have been working for hours!”

“Well, thanks.. I lost track of the time.”

I smile to myself when you release me, and unbutton my robe, dropping it to
the floor. You allow your hands to roam over my naked breasts, caressing and
squeezing. I kiss your head again, and allow you to pull me around to face
you. Guiding me, you have me straddle you, and sit in your lap facing you.
You smile warmly, knowing that I am all yours in this position. I close my
eyes and lean back against your desk as you begin to suckle and play with my
large, firm tits. Your fingers drift downward, teasing as they go. You wrap
my hair around your fingers and pull me back up towards you. You tease and
tickle my neck with your beard as you kiss and nibble on me.

Holding me firmly by the hair, you take your free hand and let it wander down
my belly to my smooth mound and finally to my wet, spread pussy. Smiling, you
begin to rub my clit in small circles. Releasing me, you gently push me back
against your desk, and start to tease my right tit with your fingers…
pinching it, pulling on it. I moan softly.

“My, my… my little slut is very wet this morning. What are we going to do
about it?”

“Oooh…