Alice asked, "What's wrong?" with obvious concern.Alice asked, "What's wrong?" with obvious concern. I made myself smile. "Don't give me that," she said firmly, looking into my eyes. I felt my smile weaken. "I don't know, Alice." My smile vanished. "I feel all alone. Old and tired and washed up. And alone." The word echoed through my mind without companions of its own. Where was I now in life? What was I doing? And most pointed of all, who was with me by my side? No one, that's who. Alice cupped my cheeks with her soft, small hands and literally gave off waves of reassurance. "You're OK." "I'm not." "You are," she insisted softly, and brought her face down to mine. Her cheek brushed my forehead and then she was kissing me. We embraced with deep seated passion. I don't know what happened to me, where my inhibition and responsibilities went. I lifted her up onto my lap and kicked back from the desk, the work, everything which held me in an iron embrace. Instead I held Alice, stroked her, untied her ponytail and laughed delightedly as she shook her hair. It was like being a kid again. I saw the prospectus for a major project drift to the floor and smirked. You'd be surprised how quickly you can get out of one of those outfits of Alice's. On my part, I half choked myself tearing off my silk tie. Writhing around naked on the chair, without penetration, was incredibly fun. I loved the way she laughed. You know, I used to love to spin those swivel chairs around. I did so then. We almost fell off! But it was worth it. A bit of responsibility still nagged at me. "I don't have any condoms," I whispered guiltily as I nibbled one velvet earlobe. She did. I wasn't going to question it, or her, so I settled back and let her magical hands place the latex on with great tenderness and erotic intent. She rolled it on expertly. That was something I was going to have to ask her about later. Right then I was too busy running my hands through her hair. Act finished, I thought she was going to raise her head for a kiss. In a sense she did kiss me. Only her body slid down, not up. A groan signaled my complete unpreparedness as her mouth enveloped my penis. She sucked with great force and skill. It was like... well like nothing I'd quite experienced. My ex was certainly nowhere near as good. Looking down on her bobbing head I was reminded of Dairy Queen. |