Cloud Nine
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Cloud Nine: Ch. Two free porn video
Gene liked his job, and it showed. He had progressed to middle management rapidly, and confidently expected to continue his climb up the corporate ladder with few, if any, bumps on the road to success.
He breezed into his office, saw Cynthia sitting behind her desk, and, for the thousandth time thought of how much he would like to fuck her. She had come with the office, and he had never taken the time to read her file and even find out how old she was. She looked young, and he rebuked himself for having carnal thoughts about her, though he knew she had to be older than eighteen.
He wondered if Libby remembered the pledge they made to each other the night before their wedding. Probably not. It seemed so foolish now, and he pushed the thought aside. But the thought of Cynthia naked and spread out for him persisted. Cynthia followed him into his office with a cup of coffee.
“Thanks, Cynthia. Better get your pad, I have some correspondence to catch up on.”
He watched her walk away, her well-shaped haunches undulating under her summer dress, and his cock stirred. She looked like such a good piece of ass. Would she accuse him of sexual harassment if he made a move on her? No, he couldn’t cheat on his wife. It would hurt her, and he loved her too much to do anything so deceitful.
He shook himself out of his reverie and watched Cynthia return with her steno pad. She looked as good from the front as she did from the rear. She was a luscious young beauty, with soft skin and thick brown hair and the most stunning legs. Her full, softly rounded tits bounced as she walked and her curved hips swayed in an unspoken promise that sent the blood rushing faster to his cock.
Her dress rode up as she sat and crossed her legs and he caught a glimpse of smooth thighs that prodded his imagination into wild contemplations.
He pictured her stretched out on the bed in all her naked glory playing with her pussy while she waited for him to mount her. He saw his naked body between those gorgeous legs, his unrestrained cock driving into her young cunt and bouncing her pretty ass on the bed. His cock got harder and his face became flushed.
“Are you okay, Mr. Reed? Your face looks so flushed and you seem so far away this morning.”
“Oh, uh, yes, Cynthia, I’m okay. I was just thinking about something very private.”
“It must have been nice,” she giggled. “I wish a guy would think of me that way.”
“Oh, why do you assume I was thinking about a girl?”
“Oh, just a hunch. If you weren’t, you certainly should have been. You and Mrs. Reed aren’t having any trouble are you? Excuse me for asking, I know that’s very personal and we’re only office friends, but I do care for you and don’t want you to be unhappy.”
“Uh, no, Cynthia, we aren’t having trouble. Quite the contrary.”
His imagination ran away with him again. Libby and Cynthia were in bed with him. And more amazingly, they were pressing their naked bodies together, their big tits flattened against each other, their legs entwined, their hips jerking anxiously as they rubbed pussies and caressed each other all over.
His face was really flaming and his cock was trying to tear a hole in his pants. He was glad he was sitting behind a desk so Cynthia couldn’t see his predicament. Her comments weren’t helping. And she proceeded to make matters worse.
“I’m almost jealous of your wife. She must be very good to deserve such a wonderful man, and to make him think about her this way several hours later.”
She said good, as in a good piece of ass, not special, and he looked at her in astonishment. She had never been so candid with him. What the hell was going on? Had somebody put something in the water?
Cynthia sat with her pencil poised over her pad, looking at him with wide hazel eyes, waiting, giving the impression that she hadn’t said anything out of the ordinary.
“Ready, Cynthia?
“Ready, Mr. Reed.”
He sighed and tried to collect his thoughts. “Relax, call me Gene.”
“I can call you Gene, but I can’t relax in the office.” She giggled, a little coyly.
He leaned back in his chair. “How do you relax, Cynthia? What do you do when you’re not at work?”
Her eyes brightened and her aura increased tenfold. “Well, I drink a little, I dance, I read… and some other very enjoyable things, Gene.” She grinned, again a little coyly.
He grinned. “What kind of other things?”
She shifted in her chair and her dress rode up higher, giving him a better look at her outstanding thighs. “Well, things like you and Mrs. Reed probably do all the time. I enjoy doing unusual things.”
He nodded and began dictating a letter, studying the smooth line of her leg and thigh, sensing she would be tight and probably a wildcat in bed. When the first letter was completed, he paused, looked out the window and said, “I just can’t seem to concentrate today, Cynthia. You’re so damned beautiful, I can’t keep my mind on my work.”
Cynthia smiled, tossing her wealth of hair. “Well, thank you, kind sir. If you want, we can leave this until later.”
“Uh, yeah, let’s leave it until later.”
He turned around and stared out the window again. If he reminded Libby of their pledge, how would she take it? Maybe he could smooth the way by suggesting a threesome, with Cynthia, of course, so she wouldn’t feel left out. He could even suggest that she might want to find another man, just for kicks. Diversion was all he wanted with Cynthia, after all. No, that probably wouldn’t work. She rarely looked at other men, and never made any out-of-the-way comments when she did look. Damn, why did life have to be so complicated?
He turned back around and looked directly at Cynthia’s tits. His eyes drifted up, and he saw that she was smiling. “Don’t tell me that you have that letter done already?” He grinned to let her know that he was teasing.
“No, I just wanted to tell you that I’d like to relax and have fun with you some time. If you’re interested. I don’t tell tales, and I wouldn’t do anything to mess up your marriage, like making unreasonable demands or getting pregnant or anything. I know this is sudden and you weren’t expecting it, but maybe you could think about it. I like you and would like to spend some time with you, that’s all. In fact, I would like to get to know Libby better. We just might get to be good friends.”
“I have been thinking about it,” he chuckled, “but I don’t cheat on my wife.”
“Well, it was just an idea,” she said, turning to leave.
“Cynthia,” he said, and waited for her to turn around again, “suppose I find a way that won’t be cheating?”
“Well, I don’t know how you can, but I’d respect you a lot more if you did. If you can work it out, I’d love to cook dinner for you and show you that your generation isn’t the only one that knows how to have fun.”
“I’ll work on it,” he said, “real hard.”
“Give me a couple hours notice, and I’ll rearrange my schedule for the privilege of entertaining you.”
He was sure that she exaggerated the swing of her ass when she left.
♥♥♥
He breezed into his office, saw Cynthia sitting behind her desk, and, for the thousandth time thought of how much he would like to fuck her. She had come with the office, and he had never taken the time to read her file and even find out how old she was. She looked young, and he rebuked himself for having carnal thoughts about her, though he knew she had to be older than eighteen.
He wondered if Libby remembered the pledge they made to each other the night before their wedding. Probably not. It seemed so foolish now, and he pushed the thought aside. But the thought of Cynthia naked and spread out for him persisted. Cynthia followed him into his office with a cup of coffee.
“Thanks, Cynthia. Better get your pad, I have some correspondence to catch up on.”
He watched her walk away, her well-shaped haunches undulating under her summer dress, and his cock stirred. She looked like such a good piece of ass. Would she accuse him of sexual harassment if he made a move on her? No, he couldn’t cheat on his wife. It would hurt her, and he loved her too much to do anything so deceitful.
He shook himself out of his reverie and watched Cynthia return with her steno pad. She looked as good from the front as she did from the rear. She was a luscious young beauty, with soft skin and thick brown hair and the most stunning legs. Her full, softly rounded tits bounced as she walked and her curved hips swayed in an unspoken promise that sent the blood rushing faster to his cock.
Her dress rode up as she sat and crossed her legs and he caught a glimpse of smooth thighs that prodded his imagination into wild contemplations.
He pictured her stretched out on the bed in all her naked glory playing with her pussy while she waited for him to mount her. He saw his naked body between those gorgeous legs, his unrestrained cock driving into her young cunt and bouncing her pretty ass on the bed. His cock got harder and his face became flushed.
“Are you okay, Mr. Reed? Your face looks so flushed and you seem so far away this morning.”
“Oh, uh, yes, Cynthia, I’m okay. I was just thinking about something very private.”
“It must have been nice,” she giggled. “I wish a guy would think of me that way.”
“Oh, why do you assume I was thinking about a girl?”
“Oh, just a hunch. If you weren’t, you certainly should have been. You and Mrs. Reed aren’t having any trouble are you? Excuse me for asking, I know that’s very personal and we’re only office friends, but I do care for you and don’t want you to be unhappy.”
“Uh, no, Cynthia, we aren’t having trouble. Quite the contrary.”
His imagination ran away with him again. Libby and Cynthia were in bed with him. And more amazingly, they were pressing their naked bodies together, their big tits flattened against each other, their legs entwined, their hips jerking anxiously as they rubbed pussies and caressed each other all over.
His face was really flaming and his cock was trying to tear a hole in his pants. He was glad he was sitting behind a desk so Cynthia couldn’t see his predicament. Her comments weren’t helping. And she proceeded to make matters worse.
“I’m almost jealous of your wife. She must be very good to deserve such a wonderful man, and to make him think about her this way several hours later.”
She said good, as in a good piece of ass, not special, and he looked at her in astonishment. She had never been so candid with him. What the hell was going on? Had somebody put something in the water?
Cynthia sat with her pencil poised over her pad, looking at him with wide hazel eyes, waiting, giving the impression that she hadn’t said anything out of the ordinary.
“Ready, Cynthia?
“Ready, Mr. Reed.”
He sighed and tried to collect his thoughts. “Relax, call me Gene.”
“I can call you Gene, but I can’t relax in the office.” She giggled, a little coyly.
He leaned back in his chair. “How do you relax, Cynthia? What do you do when you’re not at work?”
Her eyes brightened and her aura increased tenfold. “Well, I drink a little, I dance, I read… and some other very enjoyable things, Gene.” She grinned, again a little coyly.
He grinned. “What kind of other things?”
She shifted in her chair and her dress rode up higher, giving him a better look at her outstanding thighs. “Well, things like you and Mrs. Reed probably do all the time. I enjoy doing unusual things.”
He nodded and began dictating a letter, studying the smooth line of her leg and thigh, sensing she would be tight and probably a wildcat in bed. When the first letter was completed, he paused, looked out the window and said, “I just can’t seem to concentrate today, Cynthia. You’re so damned beautiful, I can’t keep my mind on my work.”
Cynthia smiled, tossing her wealth of hair. “Well, thank you, kind sir. If you want, we can leave this until later.”
“Uh, yeah, let’s leave it until later.”
He turned around and stared out the window again. If he reminded Libby of their pledge, how would she take it? Maybe he could smooth the way by suggesting a threesome, with Cynthia, of course, so she wouldn’t feel left out. He could even suggest that she might want to find another man, just for kicks. Diversion was all he wanted with Cynthia, after all. No, that probably wouldn’t work. She rarely looked at other men, and never made any out-of-the-way comments when she did look. Damn, why did life have to be so complicated?
He turned back around and looked directly at Cynthia’s tits. His eyes drifted up, and he saw that she was smiling. “Don’t tell me that you have that letter done already?” He grinned to let her know that he was teasing.
“No, I just wanted to tell you that I’d like to relax and have fun with you some time. If you’re interested. I don’t tell tales, and I wouldn’t do anything to mess up your marriage, like making unreasonable demands or getting pregnant or anything. I know this is sudden and you weren’t expecting it, but maybe you could think about it. I like you and would like to spend some time with you, that’s all. In fact, I would like to get to know Libby better. We just might get to be good friends.”
“I have been thinking about it,” he chuckled, “but I don’t cheat on my wife.”
“Well, it was just an idea,” she said, turning to leave.
“Cynthia,” he said, and waited for her to turn around again, “suppose I find a way that won’t be cheating?”
“Well, I don’t know how you can, but I’d respect you a lot more if you did. If you can work it out, I’d love to cook dinner for you and show you that your generation isn’t the only one that knows how to have fun.”
“I’ll work on it,” he said, “real hard.”
“Give me a couple hours notice, and I’ll rearrange my schedule for the privilege of entertaining you.”
He was sure that she exaggerated the swing of her ass when she left.
♥♥♥
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