The Weekend Challenge
written by:
K. Worthing

It's Friday night, a hot muggy summer one on the eve of the three-day-long holiday weekend. It's late; you and I are the last two people working in the office. My cuff links are stacked up on my desk, next to my keys and my cell phone, the battery long since run out. My tie, long since discarded when my peers and subordinates tapped out and left me alone to surmount the project's last hurdles, drapes over these belongings. After what seems like forever, and with a long of relief, I finish the project and lean back, happy to finally be headed home.

I hear a noise. I swivel my office chair and see you in the cubicle outside my door, hunched over your computer, typing away furiously. You had been so quiet I did not know you were there. It's late, but I can't help pause my packing to take a moment to admire the view. You are fit but not without flattering, womanly curves. Your hair is in a pony tail that curls around your shoulder and rests at the top of your large breasts. They're always visible as you make sure to only button your blouse where your bra starts, and your bra's cups are cut low enough so that people walking past can see nearly the full shape and heft of your flattering bosom. Your demure and professional demeanor aside, I know you enjoy the sight of everyone trying not to notice and admire your assets.

I head out of my office and turn off the light, but instead of leaving I ask you what you're doing; after all, the support staff is rarely here this late, and especially not before a day off. You smile at me with real warmth; over the past few years we've built a rapport over shared interests in books and movies, and while it's always been professional, there has always been the small but real glimmer of a spark.

You cite another supervisor's long list of demands and refusal to clarify his orders; I worked my way up from your level so I commiserate and offer to help her with one of her projects. I learn over your desk and type in a few commands to pull up the forms you'll need to complete the assignment. In so doing, I can't help but notice how good you smell, like soap and fresh flowers. Turning to you to see if you're getting the assignment, I can't help but admire your ample breasts on my way up to your face. I catch you smiling at me. You bite your lower lip for a second, and, blushing, wink.

The assignment completed, I lean back against your cubicle and ask what your plans are for the weekend. You tell me that you've got nothing planned but to relax. You ask me, and I laughingly admit to the same. There is a charged pause as you shut your computer down,stuff your things into your shoulder bag, and slip off your high heels. You turn to me and ask if I'd like to come over for dinner tomorrow night. I smile and say I'd love to. You smirk, pretend to brush a hair off my suit jacket, and, looking me straight in the eye, tell me that I better rest up tonight because I'm in for a long weekend.

You send me your address and a time to show up. It's 8:00 p.m., which is perfect for an good dinner and plenty of time for, well, whatever it is I hope you have in mind. I show up at your house. It's a nice two-story brick home, covered in ivy, with a front yard and stone circles winding in curves up to the front door. It's still summer, but there still is some evening red in the sky by now. I am in a collared shirt, sleeves rolled up, khakis and summer shoes. You open the door and my jaw drops.

You've curled your hair, letting it flow down over your shoulders and collarbones. You've put on make-up; your eyes are smoky and your lips are a dark crimson. You are wearing a sheer black nightie; my stunned response does not keep me from noticing that your breasts are as full and perky as I guessed they would be, that your nipples are hard and pink, and that your pussy is perfectly smooth and hairless.

You laugh and pull me inside before the neighbors can see. Taking the bottle of mine from my hand, you grab the back of my head and pull me in for a soft, open mouth kiss. Your tongue flutters into my mouth and my tongue duels with yours for a moment before I pull you to me.

Giggling, you dance out of my embrace. "Come on, let me show you the tour." You walk ahead of me, your firm ass jiggling slightly as you walk me around the first floor, showing off the spacious kitchen, the tasteful dining room, the back patio (I make a mental note of the covered hot tub in back) and the family room. After we do the full loop, I head towards the stairs headed to the second level, but you stop me. "We'll see that later."

You pull me back to you, and you kiss me again, your hands pawing at my chest and arms to feel my muscles. I pick you up and carry you to the couch as we make out. I sit on the couch with you on my lap, my hands finally free to caress and explore your body: your back, your toned arms, your cheek, and your full, firm breasts. You gasp and moan appreciatively as I lightly tease your nipples with my palms and thumbs and you lightly nip my neck.

It doesn't take long for you to unbutton and discard my shirt. You instinctively know just what I like; you lightly dig your fingernails into my chest and back as I kiss your neck and the top of your chest. I lift your nightie off of you and you soon straddle me; I lick and kiss your breasts, worshiping your nipples while you grind against me.

You stop for a second and look at me: "you've got a challenge, mister. You're not leaving her until you've had me every way a man can have a woman." With that, you start unbuckling my pants.

You coo and look at me approvingly when my thick, eight-inch cock springs free. You try to tease me, but we both know I don't want that. I lightly push your head down on my dick and you chuckle, sucking and running your hand over the shaft and head while you suck. I sigh and lean back into your couch, moaning your name and guiding the pace of your head with my hand.

It doesn't take long for me to reach my peak. I warn you and you pause only to say, "good," and then pick up the pace, furiously slurping your mouth over my dick and pumping with your hand. It's been so long since I've had a good blowjob, so my whole body shakes as I orgasm, thrusting into your mouth as I fill it with my seed. You milk and suck until I try to pull away; shaking a loose strand of hair away from your face you pull back and, smiling devilishly, open your mouth to show me all the cum you've collected. Then, arching your eyebrows, you make a big show of swallowing it and flashing your mouth open to reveal how you finished your meal. "Yum."

I lean forward and kiss you; you assume I want a closed-mouth kiss but get hot when my tongue presses against your lips. I pick you up and carry you to the dining room table, I lay you down on it and begin kissing your stomach, hips, and legs, spreading them wide so I can return the favor while I recover. Sitting in one of your chairs, I throw your legs over my shoulders and bring your pussy to my mouth. Your scent is amazing and your pussy looks beautiful. I give it a long, light lick, barely grazing your lips and clit, smiling inside as you shudder and gasp. You claw at the back of my head to push me into you and I begin to give you nice, long licks at your clit. My hands go to your legs, then your side, and I begin to play with your breasts as I lick, lightly pinching and twisting your nipples. I lick up the length of your pussy multiple times, going lower each time, and eventually I stick my tongue inside you. Based on how you twist against me, I can tell you like it. I hoist your hips a little higher and go even lower, grazing your back door with my tongue. You grunt and say, "holy shit" and I know you love it. I swirl my tongue around your rosebud a little more, then return to your amazing pussy.

Eating you out turns me on, but I'm not fully recovered yet. My plan is to slowly pick up the pace, but I enjoy myself and your wonderful taste. You push my right hand off your breast and it's clear to me that you want me to supplement my tongue with my hand. I slowly work my finger inside your pussy as I lick, curling my finger and caressing your g-spot in sync with my licks on your clit. You are writhing and panting now and I can tell I'm playing your body expertly. Remembering your comment and how well you responded to my recent exploration, I remove my finger from your pussy and begin to lightly circle and tease your ass. You give out a breathy curse and start humping my mouth more, pulling my hair hard. I lick faster and harder as I slowly work my finger around, in, and out of your asshole.

You orgasm hard, arching your back and screaming. I keep licking until you scoot away, gasping for breath. I sit back and smile, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand as you slowly come back to earth. We sit and pant for a while, then you roll off the table, kiss me so that your mouth and tongue are covered in your juices, and take my hand, finally leading me to your bedroom.

We are silent because no words are necessary. You stroke my dick a few times to get it lubed again, then you kiss me and turn around. I playfully push you onto the bed and you get on all fours, wiggling that sexy ass at me. I come up behind you and push into you. You grunt and it takes some time for you to get used to my thick shaft, but soon we are rocking in a good rhythm.

You start talking dirty: "fuck me, daddy." I smile and spank you with my free hand, tugging at your hair lightly as we mate. You gasp when I spank you and moan out a "yes," and then..."more." We soon fill the sound of the room with our grunts and soft curses. I suck on one of my fingers and between to tease your ass again as you thrust against me. I can tell you approve and soon I am filling both your holes as we fuck. I lean over and whisper: "you're going to love me back there." You turn your head, panting and grin evilly. "I'm counting on it." I don't show it, but I'm very pleasantly surprised. I've never experienced anal sex with a woman; I've either been too big or the woman too prudish.

You are starting to get tired, so you pull away and flip onto your back. I mount you and we're locked in each other's arms, kissing soulfully as I thrust slowly but firmly into you. I speed up the pace as I can tell your close, but I'm worried about how long I will last; you just feel so hot, so tight, so slick that I'm not going to keep control for long.

You come first, thankfully, clawing my back hard and screaming my name into my ear. I keep thrusting and I ask if I need to pull out. You say no and pull me closer, rocking your hips into me until I can't hold back any more. I push hard into you, making you scream again, and I empty myself into you for the second time tonight.

I pull out and roll over onto my back. I pull and you happily drape your leg and arm over me and we gasp and sweat. We kiss and kiss, and then sigh happily, you lightly playing with my chest hair while I stroke your head and back. Just before we pass out, you whisper, "just so you know, we've got all weekend. You're not off the hook yet..."

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