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[kittykateater]

I called my employer. I begged and pleaded. But there was no way my boss would allow me to hire the woman I'm sleeping with, to work for me.

I tried to persuade him to let me open a new office in Santa Barbara instead of Cincinnati, but he wasn't interested. The boss is a Cincinnati Reds fan through and through, and even though Cincinnati's once-prominent machine tool industry taht once required a LOT of accountants has all moved to Japan and there really isn't much accounting work to be had in Cincinnati any more, he is determined to open an office there...and to have ME run it. I'm flattered of course that he wants me and ONLY me to run his new office for him. But it's not at all a logical business decision. But then again, how logical a decision is it that I want my wife-to-be to work for me, just so we can be together? Hell, I don't even know how competent of an accountant she is! But my boss and I were both thinking with our hearts and not our heads...he out of his love for the Cincinnati Reds, and me out of my love for Jessica.

I had reached an impasse. How would Jessica and I ever marry and start a life together now?

 

[patford31769]

They say when life hands you a lemon, make lemonade.

But without sugar to sweeten it, that lemonade is still going to taste terribly bitter. And the thought of living over 2500 miles from the man I love was just too bitter to enjoy.

But then life handed me the sugar to make my lemonade after all.

ASs I was heading back to the hotel to catch another wonderfully passionate nooner with Tom, my cell phone rang. It was my boss. "How's things going at the convention?"

I was so saddened at the thought that after tomorrow I wouldn't see Tom again for a very long time, that the only reply I could manage now was a deeply saddened "Ugh!"

"That bad, huh?" my boss laughed. "Well, I have some news that might cheer you up!"

I thought now that the only thing keeping me from reaching through the phone and choking my boss to death was the happy thought that I was on my way to another wonderful nooner with the man I love and constantly lust for. A little sing-song voice in my head kept cheering me with the silly refrain, like a taunting child in a school yard: "I'm gonna get my pussy fucked. I'm GONNA...get...my puuuuus-sy...FUCKED!"

"How would you like to head up our NEW office for me? We just bought out our biggest competitor and the guy who was managing that office just quit. How would you like his job?"

I guess I should have been happy at the offered promotion, but I was too saddened at my impending loss of Tom that I honestly didn't care. "Fine...I guess," I grumped.

"Don't you even want to know WHERE this new job is?"

"You mean I have to leave Santa Barbara?

"Yeah. But we'll help you with all that. Even pay your relocation costs."

"Listen, boss," I grumped. "I just met and fell in love with the most wonderful man. Tomorrow he goes home and so do I, and it will be a very long time before I see him again. I'm just so completely bummed out over this! So you can send me to Timbuktu if you like. I really don't CARE!"

"Well," he laughed. "It's not QUITE as far away as Timbuktu! Do you think you'd be willing to give up thiose warm California beaches and put up with the bitter cold winters of Cincinnati instead?"

Di d he say Cincinnati?

"Did you say you want me to live in CINCINNATI?"

"I was AFRAID you wouldn't like that idea!"

"Oh boss, you just made me the happiest woman on EARTH! Oh, Cincinnati! YES! YES! Cincinnati!"

"Damn girl, what the fuck is so great about CINCINNATI?"

"The man I love is moving here, that's what. And now we can BE together!"

"Wow! Such enthusiasm! I guess you really DO love him!"

"Oh, boss, he's EVERYTHING I ever wanted. He's tall, handsome, charming, honest, sincere., kind, generous, loving. And oh my lord how that man can FUCK me! So deeply, so powerfully, packing SO much love for me into every hard powerful thrust! God YES, I love him! And I plan to marry him! And I plan to show him each and every day just how very much I really DO love him. I plan to suck on his magnificent cock every damn chance I get. And now, thanks to you, I WILL get to suck him, and to ride him, every single damned day. Oh, THANK you boss! You just made me the HAPPIEST woman alive!"

"Umm, Jessica, I think that's REALLY more information than I needed to know. So you'll DEFINITELY take the job, right?

I struggled to tone down my enthusiasm and my graphic descriptions of my love life with Tom. "Yes," I smiled. "I will DEFINTELY take the job and move to Cincinnati. When do you want me to start?"

See, when life hands you a lemon, sometimes it also hands you the sugar to MAKE lemonade!

I arrived at the motel, and eagerly knocked on Tom's door. When he opened the door, naked as always, I fell into Tom's strong, loving, enfolding arms and kissed him hungrily, while both laughing and crying at the same time. I didn't even bother kicking the door closed behind me, as I usually do, to hide our nakedness and our passioinate lust from prying eyes. If others want to watch us fuck, LET them! I was too goddamned happy to even CARE about that any more!

"Oh, Tom, our life just turned into LEMONADE!" I gushed enthusiatically as I passionately, hungrily kissed my way down from his mounth, down his neck, down along his handsomely sculpted naked torso, down to the true object of my mouth's hungry ddesires now, which was throbbing so wonderfully, just inches from my adoring eyes now.

"Oh Tom, I LOVE you! I love you so DAMNED much! And now our life's gonna be god-damned LEMONADE! YES! Lemonade!" And with that, my cock-hungry mouth swallowed his magnificent hard pulsating manhood in one single mighty gulp.

"Lemonade, Tom!" I again laughed while crying tears of pure joy, eagerly licking and sucking his beautiful hard-on like there was no tomorrow. And realizing that we had just been granted ten MILLION tomorrows together, to spend just as we are right now. "Suck! SLUUUUURP! Lemonade, my love! God...damned...LLLLICK! fuckin' wonderful...slurrrrrrp! LEMONADE!"

 

[kittykateater]

At our motel room door, Jessica fell heavily into my arms, simultaneously laughing and crying, while babbling something incohernet about lemonade. I feared she had compeltely lost her mind. What the fuck was she TALKING about?

But when I felt my throbbing, achingly hard cock tickling the back of her throat as she hungrily gulped me down one one swift swallow, I was feeling too damned good to CARE hat she was babbling about!

"I LOVE you, Jessica."

She told me that yes, she could FEEL how much I love her, just by the insistent way my pulsating cock was sweping side to side across the back of her throat.

She could talk only with great difficuty now that her mouth was stuuffed so completely full of my hard cock. But I managed to piece together that like me, she too would now be moving to Cincinnati to start a new job. She explained that the end of the convention tomorrow had made her realize life was about to hand us a lemon, because now we would have to be apart. But then the job offer in Cincinnati had handed her the sugar to turn that lemon into lemonade.

"Oh baby that's WONDERFUL news!" I now used the same trick she had used on me two days before: I slipped my ankle behind her, tripping her, sending her falling over backward on the carpeted floor of the motel room. I then strteched my naked body face down on the carpet between her soft, smooth, silky, widely-parted thighs.

As I took my first slow, teasing taunting, tantalizing lick around the circumference of her trembling pussy lips, I told her, "Oh baby, that IS great news! Now I get to eat out your delicious pussy EVERY day, and every night, for the rest of our fuckin' LIVES! YES, baby! That's GREAT news!" I enthused as I slowly sucked her hard, throbbing little clit up into my mouth to hungrily, passionately kiss and lick and love the very center of her devine femininity.

Maybe it was the excitement over the news that we would now get to be together, but for whatever reason, amazingly her sweet pussy tasted even BETTER now than it already did. Slightly sour, slight tangy...yet also very, VERY sweet. Sort of like...like...LEMONADE!

 

[patford31769]

We decided to go house hunting together. If we were to live together in Cincinnati, we would have to have a place to live.

We quickly discovered that there's a section of Cincinnati called Clifton. It's up on the hill at the north end of town, just north of where our motel was on Central Parkway. The great attraction is that the sprawling University of Cincinnati campus is located in Clifton. So all the college students want to rent apartments, rooms in houses, and even whole houses that are located in Clifton.

And the real estate ads all cater to that want. "House in Clifton." "House near Clifton." ""Easy drive to Clifton." "We're nowhere near Clifton but we WISH we were."

We decided to head south and look downtrown, where the prices are cheaper. But the homes are all well over 100 years old, and located amid the clutter of office buildings and low-rent stores. Some are even condos converted from old factories. No, not the place for us. We neded a cozy little love nest in a quiet neighborhood, where our midnight sexual shenanigans wouldn't disturb the neighborhoods, and outside traffic noises wouldn't wreck our passionate mood.

So we headed north again. But we decided to look even further north than Clifton, in a fancier, more exclusive, more upscale neighborhood called College Hill. And then out into the northern suburbs. We rejected Norwood and St. Bernard as too industrial, and starting looking in the charming little communities like Reading and Glendale.

Given that Tom and I are both intensely sexual people--especially about each OTHER--the first place we headed in each open house we attended was our favorite sexual playroom: the bathroom. Was the shower big enough for two to soap each other up ALL over? Was the floor plushly carpeted so we wouldn't have to fuck on cold tiles? Did the bathtub have Jacuzzi jets that could gently massage our bodies as I climbed in atop Tom and rode him to mutual ecsatsy?

There was one particular test I truly enjoyed, though. We would slip away from the realtor and from other home browsers, and lock the bathroom door behind us. I would have Tom hop up on the sink counter. Was there enough floor space around the sink for me to sit up on my knees and hungrily yank Tom's pants open? Was the sink countertiop at just the right height for me to suck Tom's cock? Too high and I would have to sit up on my heels, which would tire me too quickly. Too low, and Tom's magnificent hard cock wouldn't slide down my throat at just that PERFECT angle!

 

[kittykateater]

I think we found the PERFECT house for us. It's a veritable sexual playground!.

For one thing, it has this huge sunken bath tub big enough for both of us. The tub has built-in Jacuzzi jets. One of them is right at the water line, and the perfect height and location for teh jet to hit right dead center on Jessica's almost constantly horny clit. But because the jet is right at the water line, I can then go down on Jessica to let my tongue finish what the pulsating Jacuzzi jet starts, without my drowning in the process. Well, I might drown in a flood of her tasty exploding pussy juices, but what a great way to go!

The bathroom also passed the sink counter test. Jessica could sit cross-legged on the floor and my cock was at just the perfect height to point straight forward into her hungrily sucking mouth. She could sit on the counter and I could stand between her widely-parted thighs, and in that position my cock could slide straight into her tight, warm, moist, inviting, welcoming, trembling, contracting pussy.

The laundry room has this little closet for storing mops, detergent, or whatever. Our two naked bodies just barely fit in this closet. We could close the door and be in complete darkness, in total seclusion from the outside world, seeing nothing, hearing nothing, just enjoying the sensation as my hard throbbing cock slid ever deeper and pounded ever harder against her slick and slippery, tightly-clutching inner walls.

The kitchen is perfect, too. It has this huge center island big enough to prepare a banquet on. Or if you clear the whole island of pots and pans, it's plenty big enough to feast on each OTHER. We had the most wonderful, amazingly hot 69 on top of that kitchen island! And I think that's when Jessica and I BOTH decided, we simply HAD to buy this house!

Which, of course, we did!

There's just one problem, though: there's so many GREAT places in this house to fuck each otehr senseless--like when she sits on the fifth stair up the stairway and rasises her legs straight in the air, resting her feet on the stairway railing, and I stand on the ground floor beside the stairway and fuck her between the slats of the wooden stairway railing, slipping between her tight ass cheeks and into her tingling, trembling pussy--that now neither of us wants to leave home in the morning to go to our jobs that are PAYING for this house!

 

[patford31769]

House hunting has never BEEN so much fun! Tom ate me out in the bathtub, I sucked his cock on the sink counter, we fucked in the laundry room, we 69ed in the kitchen, and we fucked on the stairs.

And then we hurried through signing the papers with the realtors. The house was OURS!

We scurried up the big backyard tree like a couple of chimps, and ceebrated our new home purchase by fucking high up in the tree, in OUR tree, amidst the thick foliage that hid us from the prying eyes of our neighbors.

The hours at work every day seemed to tick by SO slowly til we could both rush home into each other's arms. I coldn't STAND spending hours upon hours without Tom's long, hard, thick, throbbing manhood fucking my pussy, fucking my ass, or sliding so wonderfully and so powerfully down my hungry throat.

One day the boss sent me downstairs to get a couple of packages of copying paper. The errand was beneath my talents, and I protested loudly...until I discovered that the supply closet has lots of shelves of varying heights, and could be locked from the inside.

I retrieved the paper, and loaded it into the copying machine. Then I grabbed Tom by the hand and tugged him to follow me.

"Where are we GOING?" he protested.

I put my finger saucily, seductively to his lips, and said "Shhh! Be quiet! You do TRUST me, don't you?"

"Of COURSE I trust you," Tom replied without hesitation.

I kicked the supply-closet door closed behind us, and turned the bolt lock. I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him with a fierce, hungry passion. I hopped up to wrap my legs around his waist, and now his strong muscular body was supoporting all of my weight.

He pushed my skirt up, revevaling that (as usual) I wore no panties. I released one arm from around his neck and opened his fly. Luckily, he had no underwear on, either, and his thick, hard wonderful cock pointed straight out in front of him. I adjusted my legs around his waist, and I slipped my sopping-wet, fuck-hungry pussy down over his hard, throbbing cock. DAMN but that felt so good!

After a good solid 10 or 15 minutes of hard driving fucking, he came in my pussy twice, and I oozed onto his wonderful hard cock at least four times in quick succession.

He protested that he was completely spent now. I grinned wickedly, determined to prove him wrong. I found a very high shelf at just the perfect height, and I had him climb up and sit there, his legs dangling over the edge of the shelf in mid air. I stood facing him and the shelf. From this position, his cock angled downward about 45 degrees, easing himself straght down into my thraat. I didn't have to suck very long before his supposedly worn-out cock was throbbing hard against the back of my throat. I smiled, partly in victory for getting him hard again so soon, but mostly I smiled becuase his throbbing hard-on felt so damned GOOD pressing against the back of my throat!

After I swallowed down three loads of his tasty come, he quickly softened, and I realized this time he really WAS spent!

"Your turn!" he grinned as we traded places. I climbed up on the same high shelf, and he stood facing me, his adoring face planted squarely between my soft, smooth, silky thighs. I didn't have long to admire his semi-hard cock and his pants down around hiis ankles, before his tongue began dancing happily all over my pulsating clit, past my trembling G-spot, and all over the deepest recesses of my damp inner walls. Trembling from head to toe, moaning softly, I throughly soaked his handsome, smiling face. And this wonderful man just redoubled his efforts, hungry for even MORE of my juices! Which my pussy happily fed to his hungry mouth, AGAIN!

Now I was spent, too. Reluctantly,we both decided to return to work.

As I unlocked the supply room closet door, I turned to Tom, my clothes in total disarray, my face thoroughly smeared in his thick, creamy white spunk, and I challenged him: "Tomorrow it's YOUR turn to find some secret place in the office where we can fuck each other absolutely senseless!"

 

[kittykateater]

I couldn't sleep all night long. Patty's sexy, seductive voice just kept echoing through my brain: "Tomorrow it's YOUR turn to find some secret place in the office where we can fuck each other absolutely senseless!"

But WHERE? Where could we fuck each other senseless in the office and not get CAUGHT? I racked my brains, but it's hard to think with your mind when your cock is throbbing and demanding all of your attention.

The best I could come up with was the roof. Nobody EVER goes up there. But just our luck some window washer or maintenance man would pick that very moment to...oh hell it wouldn't work anyway. Who wants to fuck under a blazing 110 degree sun?

Now I started to panic. If I didn't come up with something, Patty might think I didn't care about her, about us, about the sizzling hot sex between us. Nothing, of course, could be further from the truth. As my throbbing cock kept reminding me every time I pictured her smiling face or replayed her sexy voice in my mind.

But things have a way of working themselves out.

Just as I was trying to force my over-eager hard-on into my trousers to get dressed for work, the phone rang. It ws the boss.

"I'm going to have to fly to Tokyo today. I leave in 30 minutes. There's a big envelope on my desk that needs to be mailed. You have my permission to forge my signature and mail it. It has to go out overnight TODAY. The client needs it first thing tomorrow morning. OK? You'll take CARE of that for me?"

"Sure, boss." Then my spirits suddenly brightened. "Say, boss, does this mean nobody's using your office today? ALL day?"

"That's right. Oh, that reminds me, please DO lock up my office for me after you mail that letter, will you?"

"Sure boss," I replied, adding to myself, "After Patty and I fuck on every surface in there!" See, the office is completely isolated, nobody can see in when the door's closed. We can do whatever the fuck we want in there. And fuck is JUST what we both wanted to do!

His office has a big comfy reclining arm chair. Perfect for me to lean back naked on as Patty rides me to mutual ectasy. The desk is huge, big enough for us to BOTH lie down and roll around on, naked in each other's arms, fucking or 69ing...or BOTH! The water cooler in the boss's office is just the PERFECT height for one of us to sit on while the other stands and licks and sucks most intimately. And then we would trade places at that water cooler. The office carpet is thick and plush and ideal to have her lie face down on as I stretch myself atop her and mercilessly fuck her cute round ass. He even has this exercise bar that one of us can hang from right-side up while the other hangs upside-down, our naked bodies locked together in a VERTICAL rather than the usual horizontal 69.

Turning the boss's office into a fun sexual playground sounded liek a GREAT idea! It was about damned TIME the boss did something really NICE...for the BOTH of us!