Discreetly I hung up with my wife, and then took a wash rag I had prepared in advance, and cleaned up my cock. While carefully watching the sweet ass in front of me, I quietly managed to slide my pants on without alerting Mary. There was still a slight bulge in the front of them because her ass was not allowing me to go completely soft, and that I had no briefs on, but I was hoping she wouldn’t notice. On the other hand, maybe I was hoping that she would.
I startled Mary when I reached behind her and grabbed hold of the stool. At first she grabbed tight to the bookshelf, thinking she was about to fall; but then she relaxed when she saw me smiling up at her. She smiled back at me as my other hand reached behind her and held the other side of the stool, almost appearing a little nervous by my “helpful” behavior.
“Here you go Mary, let me hold it steady for you,” I offered as I felt my bare arm resting against the back of her bare thighs, nestled just beneath her ass. I wanted to slide my face under that short dress and smother myself in her sweet ass and pussy…again I resisted.
“Basey ,” she said, smiling as she turned back toward her duties. I know she must have felt my hot breath upon her bare ass cheek as she stepped up to the last step of the stool, but she made no hesitation in her work.
Her skirt rose even higher as she was finally able to stretch up to reach the books on the top shelf, and I could not keep my eyes off her bare flesh literally close enough for me to lick. Once again I found myself tempted to disobey my wife but instead stayed obedient.
My cock was as hard as a rock in record time as I kept my face next to this young little vixen, with no signs of softening as we worked together to get all of the shelves dusted. Finally she finished though; she turned to face me on the stool, allowing me to help her back down to the safety of the floor.
For only a brief second her skirt caught on to the fabric of my shoulder and lifted it up as she descended downward; the view was incredible for that second though as I was treated to a close up view of her pussy lips only barely covered by the thin white fabric.
Her pussy lips pressed at the fabric violently, letting me know that she had obviously removed all hair that once existed there. Her hand quickly slapped down her skirt though as her cheeks grew red with embarrassment.
I gave her a reassuring smile as I turned away acting as though I had not seen anything. The truth was though, I just didn’t want her to see the tent that was protruding out of the front of my pants. But then…
“Basey ? Excuse…ummmm Basey ?”
I had no choice but to turn around, but tried to at least get behind my desk before doing so. “Yes Mary?” I asked, though realizing that my cock was actually higher than the edge of my desk, thus literally sticking out right over the top of it.
“Basey , I need leave early today?” she asked almost timidly.
“Of course Mary…that will be okay.” I turned to sit down, but it was too late. I watched as her lovely brown eyes looked down as she always did, but this time they locked on to the sight of my erection.
“Basey,” she quickly replied. I saw a quick, almost naughty grin cross her face as she quickly turned away and left the room.
She worked for about another hour and then I heard the front door close as she left for the evening. My cock was throbbing for attention even though I had just come earlier.
I could feel it quivering in my pants and after a failed attempt to contact my wife at work, had no choice but to take Garryers into my hand once again. I closed my eyes as my hand eagerly stroked back and forth on my cock imagining what it would have been like to spin Mary around on that stool and bury my face into her smooth pussy.
I could feel her hands squeezing to the back of my head as my tongue eagerly fucked its way deep into her lovely folds.
My fingers reached behind her and squeezed at her soft tender ass cheeks, teasing her tender asshole as her nectar started to tease my taste buds. My hands reach up to her soft breasts and massage at them through her dress, feeling her nipples hardening beneath the fabric.
I wanted the fantasy to last longer but instead I found myself firing a fresh load of cum all over the floor. I pumped feverishly imagining the taste of her pussy as it exploded on my mouth; the sweet honey gliding down my throat as I hungrily lapped up every drop.
Later that night I crawled into bed and was just about to fall asleep when I felt the bottom of the blankets on the bed lift up off my feet. It wasn’t the first time my sweet wife had climbed up beneath the blankets to surprise me, but tonight the surprise was hers.