The Clumsy Lover

Tim sat at his desk toiling over the mountains of files dumped in his inbox by the Licensing staff. When it had been announced that he’d be “assisting” them in eliminating their backlog it was like chum in the water. As they approached him, arms laden with overstuffed files, he heard the theme from Jaws do-do-do-doodoodoodoo-ing in his mind. Tim found himself not only setting up NASD exam appointments, but also arranging continuing education courses and filling out state insurance licensing forms.

The only thing that kept him from going completely insane was the memory of Jessica Hoffurd’s well-defined cleavage and the come-hither smile she’d given him when he’d taken a surreptitious peek. At least he thought that’s what her smile had meant. He’d also seen the outline of hardened nipples pushing against the fabric of her blouse. Remembering, he felt a needle thin stab of pleasure shoot through his groin as he leaned back in his chair, hands cradling the back of his head. As he gazed up at the ceiling, he wondered if there were any spitballs left over from the last Christmas party.

Jessica Hoffurd was one hot cougar. She was 47 but looked fifteen years younger and knew it. She was apparently wasting what youth she had left in a twenty-two year marriage to a millionaire husband who was now in his late seventies. He’d been in his mid-fifties—and still virile—when they’d married, she being his 25 year old trophy wife at the time. Tim assumed their sex life had been good in the beginning, but he’d heard scuttlebutt that the old guy now had a bad heart and erectile dysfunction and didn’t dare take Viagra. Even using a penis pump might be risky. And it didn’t help that Jessica Hoffurd was rumored to be a nymphomaniac.

The soft purr of his office phone broke Tim’s reverie and he quickly grabbed the receiver and pressed it to his ear. “Yes…” he said cautiously. It was 8:30 PM.

“Oh, you’re still here. Good.” It was Jessica; her voice sounded husky and distracted as if she’d awakened from a nap. “I’m sure you could use a break. Come into my office and we’ll chat.”

“Okay,” he said slowly, wary. She wanted to “chat”? About what? He couldn’t imagine Jessica Hoffurd casually chatting with a subordinate. Unless…

***

Before Tim opened his boss’s door he heard a muffled buzzing sound from inside. For a brief moment he fantasized what it might be. Once he opened the door, he discovered that he had fantasized correctly.

Jessica Hoffurd sat in the guest chair in front of her desk. The buzzing sound was louder now and he saw that her knees were splayed wide open, feet braced on the edge of the desk. One arm was down between her legs and she squirmed and pumped her ass in the seat; her other arm was above her head, fingers clawing convulsively through her layered, blonde-highlighted brown hair.

Tim knew this display was for his benefit. It had to be. He stood in the doorway, awkward and still. Holy shit, she was masturbating in front of him! He felt his cock stir, becoming a thick curved bratwurst arching against the zipper of his fly. He softly cleared his throat.

Jessica Hoffurd tossed the lipstick sized vibrator onto her desk and whirled the chair around, her legs still open and an index finger working the pink swollen nub of her clitoris like a joystick. “I think we both need a break,” she murmured, her voice weak and breathless. “Don’t you think so? We’re alone. The cleaning crew won’t be here until midnight. That’s enough time.”

Tim stared at the rosy, crinkled furrow of Jessica Hoffurd’s cunt. Connecting her general personality to her genitalia, he imagined the serrated mouth of a lamprey eel. Despite that nightmarish vision, he dove for the juicy and primed orifice. With trembling hands he wrenched her thighs wider apart and plunged his mouth into her, lapping furiously at the tumid vulva as if he were a thirsty feral animal. His lips felt her pussy pulse and quicken and he thrust his tongue deeply into her. She murmured and moaned and arched against his face.

As he continued to service her, Tim unbuckled his belt and dropped his trousers, then pushed his briefs down past his knees. Freed from its prison of gabardine, his engorged prick arced upwards in happy triumph. He grabbed the base of his penis and traced the tip along her cunt, teasing her. Then he brought his penis to her face and brushed her lips with it and she moaned and flicked her tongue around the glans several times, lapping at it like an ice cream cone. Tim closed his eyes and groaned.

Jessica hadn’t climaxed yet, but she was primed and shuddering for it. He lifted her out of the chair and laid her on the carpet, her knees still bent, legs open wide and waiting for his next move.

Tim slipped easily into her and she hooked her legs onto his shoulders. Before he could enter her, she grabbed his cock and shoved it into herself, grinding her hips as she did so. As he battered and thrust, he felt the movement of her Kegel muscles working his penis like a snake devouring a large meal. They continued in a tug o’ war of thrusting and pulling. He felt the beginning surge of orgasm tighten deep in his testicles and felt her vagina begin to spasm around his shaft.

In a heated rush, Tim felt himself come hard and he called out a few choked expletives…and a few religious ones. Jessica wailed almost mournfully and loosed a weakened scream as she came equally hard, shuddering and trembling. He collapsed against her, spent.

Tim took a deep breath and pushed himself into a squat, then sat back on the carpet, panting softly, trousers curled around his ankles. Jessica lay back, her right hand alternately rubbing and stroking her cunt in circles, trying to prolong her orgasm. Her eyes were closed and she was mumbling something unintelligible and guttural.

Tim stared at her. He knew she was sexy bitch, but this was beyond anything he’d ever fantasized about her. Christ, they worked together and he’d just fucked his boss! What would this mean? Was it sexual harassment if you enjoyed the harassment? Was it harassment, or intimidation—or seeing an opportunity and “thinking with the wrong head” as his father had reminded him many times? Whatever the verdict it was weird, fun and dangerous all at the same time.

Jessica was really giving him a show, he had to admit. Now she was arching violently against her own hand and moaning loudly as if threatened by a man with a knife. Tim felt his cock stiffen and lift, again ready for action. Inspired by his wanton boss, he grasped his tumescent member and began to caress the shaft, working it till he reached the tip and swirled his thumb around the glans. Before he could climax and spill his spunk on the carpet, he pulled Jessica’s cramped hand away from her bare crotch and entered her again, pushing, pumping and battering her with a mindless abandon.

The Clumsy Lover is currently available on Kindle Vella (completed novel will be available in e-book and print).

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