"Are you comfortable there?"

She nodded but didn't speak. She was wearing standard office attire: a knee length skirt in navy blue and a short-sleeved, light-blue blouse with only the first button undone. She held her purse on her lap with both hands.

"Would you like something to drink? Water? A glass of wine? I have a nice Chardonnay."

"I'm fine." She looked away from him and towards the bed in front of her.

"Would you rather be farther back?"

"No, it's fine." She tapped her purse, manicured nails clicking on the gold clasp. "Actually." She paused and he waited. He was fully dressed still in khakis and a polo. "Maybe a glass of wine would help."

"Whatever makes you comfortable. I want you to enjoy this."
"I'm sure I will."

He got a glass of wine from the kitchen and brought it back into the bedroom. She was looking towards the window where the blinds were half drawn. He handed her the glass and went to the window, pulling the cord to lower the blinds and turning the wand to close them fully.

"No one can see in anyway."

"I wasn't worried. I'm just going to sit here." She sipped the wine.

"I know. I want to make sure you're comfortable." He sat on the bed, not close enough to touch.

"I am. I mean, it's weird. Obviously." She watched him take off his shoes: loafers, no socks. "You're not nervous? You won't have trouble performing?"

"I love performing." He leaned over to line his shoes up under the bed.

"Right." Her eyes flicked to his crotch.

"And you'll enjoy watching?"

"I think so."

"You will. I have a nice body and I get a lot of pleasure out of it." He stood and undid his belt buckle, pulling the belt through the loops. She flinched as it whipped free. "Is this OK? Are you ready?"

"What the hell." She put her purse under her chair, then giggled and took another drink. "Go ahead." Her eyes moved between his face and his chest as he pulled his shirt free from his pants and unbuttoned it slowly.

"Excuse me." He reached around her to drape his shirt across the back of her chair and she jumped. "Sorry." He stepped back. "I didn't mean to--"

"--it's OK. I was just--"

"I won't touch you."

"I know." She put a hand to her cheek and took another drink. "You do have a nice body."

"Thanks. I work on it."

"Are you hard?" Her eyes moved to his khakis.

"Can't you tell?"

She swallowed more wine. Her glass was nearly empty. She nodded. "I wanted to hear you say it."

"I'm very hard. I've been hard all day thinking about it. About you. You don't know what this does to me."

She shrugged lightly, her shoulders barely moving.

"I guess you'll find out."

She smiled then and their eyes met. She finished the glass and he took it from her.

"More?"

She shook her head. "Show me." She undid a button on her blouse and wiped a hand across her forehead.

"Warm?"

"A little. No. Never mind. Go on."

He unbuttoned his pants and slowly pulled down the zipper. She leaned towards him, her arms resting along her thighs and her knees parted. He lowered his pants and stepped out of them one foot at a time, then folded them neatly and walked towards her. "Do you mind?"

She shook her head and he laid them over the back of the chair. His erection tented the fabric of his boxers as he crossed back to the bed.

"I like to use a lot of lube." He pulled a bottle out of the nightstand and set it within easy reach. "It makes everything slide." He put his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers and lowered them a few inches. The head of his cock caught in the elastic and he pulled forward and out to free it before sliding them the rest of the way to the ground. He stepped out of them, leaving them where they lay, and sat on the edge of the bed.

He reached for the lube and a movement caught his eye. She held her hand out. He gave her the boxers. She twisted them between her hands and then, slowly, raised them to her nose and inhaled. Briefly they both closed their eyes.

"If you're going to be so sexy, I'm not going to last long."

She flushed, smiled more easily. "You said you'd take your time."

"Don't worry, I will. I want this to last forever." He arranged the pillows so he could recline against them--spread out but able to see her. Her eyes were fixed on his cock. He picked up the lube and squeezed some into his hand. "Ready?"

"You're teasing us both."

"Maybe. The more I build, the better it is." He turned his hand upside down and watched as the lube slowly ran off his palm and onto his waiting dick.

"How long do you like to go?"

"A half hour at least. An hour when I have time."

"Do you have time?"

"Nothing to do but this." He smeared the last of the lube over the head of his dick in a circular rubbing motion.

"What does it feel like?"

"Heat. Expectation. My cock knows what's coming."

She put the boxers in her lap and scooted her chair forward. "Better."

He wrapped his hand around his dick and lazily jerked it, sometimes stopping below the head and sometimes pulling over it. "I'm just playing with it now. Getting it warmed up. I can feel the pleasure rising from the base."

"Like a pressure."

"Yes."

"I can feel it sometimes when I'm giving a blowjob--the pressure rising."

"Exactly. The shaft thickens, the head swells."

"And the veins start pumping. You have good veins."

"I love the veins too." He traced one with a fingertip, easing off with the rest of his hand. "I could cum right now, you know. It's that easy sometimes. Holding off is--"

"An art."

He laughed. "I guess you could call it that. But a pleasure too. Men only get one chance to cum. Best to make the most of it." He went back to full strokes, lingering around the tip and the base, dipping a hand to his balls now and then. She watched without comment, her eyes focused on his dick.

"The skin gets so sensitive, like an itching or a tingling. Just to brush it with the back of my hand gives me a shiver of pleasure." He skimmed his knuckles lightly down the shaft. "It feels good anywhere I touch and everywhere I'm not touching is crying for it."

"Good thing you have two hands."

"I could use four." He smiled but she didn't answer. "Sometimes I like to do this." He made a ring with his fingers and thumb and pressed tightly over the head until it popped through, then pulled until the rim slid back through his fingers and only the tip lay nestled within them. He repeated the motion, making a little gasping moan each time the head broke through.

"What does that feel like?"

"Like I'm fucking you."

She caught her breath and leaned in closer. His boxers hung forgotten from her fingertips, dangling between her knees.

He shifted his hands so one pressed against the head while the other journeyed luxuriously up and down his shaft, tugging at his balls on each down stroke.

"And what does that feel like?"

"Like someone's toying with me."

"Can you do both?"

"Watch." He wrapped both hands around his shaft, the top hand circling below the head, jerking up and barely over, while the bottom hand stroked downward, bottoming out along his balls.

"Beautiful."

"Intense."

"Don't stop. I want to learn the rhythm of it." She watched his hands move in concert, one up, one down, together stroking the full length of his cock.

"I love this part--the frenzy. But I can only do it for so long." He moaned and an echoing sound escaped from her. "Already."

"Yes."

"Already it's too much. My cock is screaming at me, begging me to finish it quickly." He laughed and slowed his hands, caught her eye. "He's impatient but he'll thank me later."

"It's stronger, the orgasm?"

"Stronger, longer, more explosive. And every moment leading up to it is sweet."

"Your cock doesn't think so." She gestured towards it with a hand that was almost near enough to touch. "It looks angry."

"Sweet torture." He sighed. "It's the best feeling in the world--a hard cock and someone playing with it. Even if it is myself."

"I'd like to make someone feel like that."

"You can." He reached for the lube and drizzled it onto his dick. "This is a good one but you need lube." He cork-screwed his hands around the shaft, alternately sliding them around and across the head.

"And what does that feel like?"

"Like an orgy. God, it's so good." He closed his eyes for a moment and let his hips roll with the rhythm. "Whew." He took his hands off his dick and rubbed them across his chest. "I need a break." She sat up, blinking. "Just for a moment. Sometimes I like to let it sit, calm down. Then I can go back to full strokes." He ran a hand over his balls, cupping them, then pulling them away from his body. "Right now it's too hot to touch."

"It does look kind of red."

"Sizzling." He laughed.

"Could I get closer?"

"Closer the better. Come look."

She rose, letting his boxers fall to the ground.

"Would you like to sit?" He shifted to make room for her and she sat on the edge of the bed, her hip brushing his. They were both looking at his cock. "The head is very purple now, isn't it?"

"Does it hurt?"

"It feels wonderful. Like the edge of heaven."

"I had a boyfriend who would tell me it hurt."

"To get you to touch it?" She nodded. "When it's like this, it needs to be touched."

"I see."

"But I'm touching it, so it feels good. So good." He sighed and stroked in silence for a minute, lightly running the fingertips of one hand from the bottom of his shaft to the top, then pausing to give the head a gentle squeeze before sliding them back down. They both breathed heavily, watching his hand and the drop of pre-cum it coaxed forth with every stroke. The drops formed a pool that might any moment overflow. She couldn't take her eyes from it.

"I'm very close."

"Don't yet."

"I won't." He wanted to. "But I need to slow down, use more lube."

"I'll get it." She turned and reached back to the bottle of lube on the nightstand. He held out his hand and she squeezed a large dollop into it. "Is that enough?"

"Plenty. I can use some of my own too." He swiped the lubed hand down his shaft, then used a finger from his other hand to swirl the pre-cum across the head. "Mmm."

"Does the lube make it less sensitive?"

"Not at all. I love the sliding sensation. Feels more like a pussy."

"Then why?"

"I can go lighter with more lube. See?" He brushed his cock with the tip of one finger, drawing it through the slippery lube to the top of the head, then running it lightly around the edge. "Just the barest touch."

"It's pretty that way. Shiny."

"Do you find them visually appealing? Cocks?" He was toying with the head, a single finger dancing around, across, over.

"Yours is beautiful."

"Thank you."

"I've never seen one so hard."

"Because we've been working on it."

She laughed. "I haven't done anything."

"Believe me."

She took a deep breath, hesitated. He waited for her to speak, moving a hand to his balls and sliding them through his slippery fingers, giving his pulsing head a break. "I'd like to help more. I mean, if I could."

"You'd like to touch it?"

She shook her head. "Not sure." He didn't say anything, waiting. "Can I lie down?" He nodded and she stretched out next to him on the bed, her legs brushing against his, her hair close enough to smell. Hesitantly she reached a hand towards his abdomen, hovering over it.

"You can touch me anywhere. I won't mind." She made contact and his stomach tightened in response. "Be careful though. You don't want to make me cum."

"Not yet." She rubbed her hand across his stomach. "You have beautiful abs."

"A lot of situps."

"Good muscle control must help. When you don't want to cum, I mean."

"It might. Self control is more important. Look now. See how it jerks every time I get near the head? That's how close I am. The jerk is a warning."

"I love when it does that."

"Me too. Each spasm is like a mini-orgasm. Watch." He wrapped his thumb and forefinger around the shaft and moved up and down quickly, applying pressure, until the head popped through the tight ring his fingers made. His cock jumped; his abs rippled. A moan came out of him. They waited, breathless. He exhaled slowly. "That was close."

"I felt it."

"Did you?"

"Your whole body was tight. Trembling."

"Too close. I can't get away with many of those."

"Once more. For me."

He shook his head. "I won't make it."

She leaned into him and put her mouth against his ear. "Please. It's so hot."

"Look at it. I'm not even touching it." His cock was dancing. As they watched another drop of pre-cum welled up. "I could cum right now."

"Don't."

"No." He reached over her for the lube and squeezed a line of it directly onto his cock.

"Let me." She put a hand on him and together they spread the lube evenly over his cock, their hands twisting and twining together.

"Like this?"

"Just like this. Slowly." He guided her hand, keeping the pressure light and the stroke slow. When she had the rhythm he let go. He put his arms behind his head and closed his eyes. "Perfect."

She stroked. He moaned. She stroked more slowly and he moaned louder. She wrapped her fingers tight around his cock and jerked upward fast. He gasped. His hands grabbed for his cock as it popped free from her hand. He groaned--God. Jesus. Shit. Oh.-- as he squeezed the base. For a minute there was no sound but his dwindling sobs and the rasp of her breath against his ear. They watched the twitching subside together.

"So hot," she said, touching the head with a single finger.

He pushed his breath out hard. "I can't take much more of that. Time to make me cum."

"Can I?" She scooted down the bed so her mouth was level with his stomach and stuck her tongue out to touch the tip of his cock. He put his hand on the back of her head. She dipped in further, swallowing the head and making him moan. "Be sure to tell me."

"You'll know." He thrust his hips up as she swallowed him whole, licking her tongue around his shaft in a slow spiral. His hand on her head became more insistent and his other hand slid under her blouse to toy with her breast.

"You're not supposed to touch me."

"Sorry." He took his hand out from beneath her shirt. "This one too?"

She nodded. He took his other hand off her head and put them both on the bedspread, fists closed tight. She began sucking him again. Mimicking the motion he'd taught her, she slid her mouth up his shaft to the head, then flicked her tongue over and around it before sliding back down.

"God that's good."

"Mmm." The sound came from deep in her throat. It vibrated against him making his cock twitch within her.

"So close."

She shifted so she was looking up at him. Her eyes asked a question he didn't answer. She went down again, moving more quickly and pressing harder with her tongue. Again, she stopped. Again, she waited. His eyes were shut and he didn't see her. His hips were twisting beneath her when she took him in fully once again. She used her hands along his shaft, moving in time with her tongue. She hummed as she went, feeling his cock and balls humming back against her lips and fingers. When she stopped again, he caved.

"Do it." She did: diving, twisting, bobbing, slurping. "I'm cumming. I can't. Too late. Yes." With a final scream he pumped his hips. She ripped his cock from her mouth and watched as the jets of cum sprayed him, her, the bed beneath them, the wall behind them. It pumped endlessly, his cock giving a jerk with each spurt.

She laid her head on his stomach and watched the final dribbles ooze out. "Geez, that was a lot."

"It builds up." He was breathing hard, his cock still giving little jumps as though it might go off again.

She ran a fingertip over her chin and scooped some cum into her mouth.

"Good?"

"Fun." She stood and went to her purse, took out a tissue and wiped her face. She offered him the pack.

He shook his head. "I'll get a washcloth. You want one?"

"I'm fine. I should go." She put the tissues back in her purse and straightened her blouse. She picked up the wine glass.

"Let me walk you to the door." He sat up and reached for his boxers.

"You don't need to." She put a hand on his shoulder. "Relax. You earned it."

"Will you come again?"

"No." She paused. "Would you want me to?"

"No. But it was--"

"Great. I know. Me too."

She carried the glass to the kitchen and put it in the sink. She let herself out the door, shutting it firmly behind her. In the bathroom, he ran a soapy washcloth over his stomach.

They were both smiling.