Lunch: Neshe...Office, 1 p.m.
Snama had asked Neshe's manservant if she could investigate the kitchen stores as she wished to prepare a lunch to bring to Neshe.
What she could not find for her menu, the servant offered to go to market for, and did. While he was out, she set to roasting a chicken breast, chopping melons, scallions, and vegetable sticks, and preparing a humus.
That being done, she began to create a simple pastry, filled with chopped nuts and honey, sprinkled with cinnamon before the oven and sugar crystals after. While the pastry was in the oven, the servant returned with the soft tortilla flat bread, Orangina, and Perrier.
Snama mixed together a bowl of chopped chicken with the melon, some lettuce and the scallions. She moistened the mix with mayonaise and dijon, simple salt and pepper for spice, and made wraps from the filling and the bread.
Snama's mind was on Neshe.
It was the dream of him she had just awoken from, and it made her smile. How easy it was to dream, how marvelous the places the mind would go when set free.
Now, in conciousness, she could not possibly arrive in such a flirtatious manner to his office as she had dreamt. And certainly while the sparse touch of food seemed enough in her dream, she knew in reality Neshe would need a more substantial feeding.
Snama did dress in her navy business suit, with no blouse, only a brassiere and panties of soft pink beneath.
She loved her unusual choice of pink stockings for the office, and respectably lady-like but undeniably sexy shoes. The draw would be on the legs, to the hem of skirt, where it was back to business.
The suit is cut to flatter the figure, and yet speaks very confidently of authority. Then, she softens again, her hair half loose, with small fine touches of jewellery and makeup.
It is Snama's face and mannerisms that can pull this combination of sexuality and business together and land on the seriously respectable side.
Her voice is honest and speaks strongly on what she does know, and will listen with interest and an open mind when on a topic she knows little or nothing of.
The lunch was packed with cloth napkins into her leather portfolio, and she was driven to Neshe's office for 1:00 p.m.
Neshe was most gracious on her arrival, and conservative, almost as if they had not laid naked together for so many of the hours of these last several days.
Snama picked up the beat and they remained at that level of conservative graciousness as he showed her about the facility, explaining the various activities within the different departments, and introducing her along the way to much of his staff.
Once the tour was complete Neshe asked "Shall we go to my office? You did bring a lunch I hope."
"Of course Neshe, I've made us a lunch. Let's go sit in your office and enjoy."
They did proceed to his office and before he closed the door he asked his outer staff for no interuptions over the next hour.
She unpacked first the humus and vegetable sticks for dipping, opened a bottle of Orangina for each, and they chatted of everything and nothing.
Snama loved most of all to ask a question of Neshe that would lead to a lengthy answer. Then she could just gaze into his eyes, listen to the velvet strokes of his words, and watch him get lost in the passion of the subject he spoke of.
But, he caught her at it. "You aren't listening! You haven't heard the last minute of what I said at all."
Snama blushed.
"Neshe" she arose from her chair and took his hand, pulling him to his feet.
"You have me hungry for you. So very hungry." She stroked his cheek with the back of her fingers and kissed his mouth first sweetly, and then, as his mouth responded, deeper, hotter, hungrier.
His hands began to work on the buttons of her jacket and removing it from her, all the while his lips firmly on her mouth.
He led her like a dancer leads his partner, never missing a step, to the sofa, and pushed her back onto it.
"I am so hungry for you too Jaan" he spoke from a place deep within.
His words were still burning a blush through her as he undid the zip of her skirt and slipped it from her.
There is a point, a point of no return that Snama reaches, and that is the point where she is half stripped. She becomes unleashed, unabashed, unashamed.
Now in her shoes, stockings and underwear, she felt far more powerful than she had in her suit.
It is an inner power that comes from the simple knowledge that she will be able to bring this business man to complete distraction. She will take him completely out of his space and time and unto herself....and he will not want to leave.
"Neshe,let's get you out of that shirt and tie."
She undressed him thus.
"Now just stay seated for a moment if you will."
He only nodded and watched her. She stood, and removed her panties, sliding them smoothly over her her bottom and then down her legs, and she bent in half to slip them over her shoes and off.
She was left with only her stockings and garter, her bra and her shoes.
Snama pushed Neshe's hands away as he naturally reached out for her.
"No..." she pushed him down onto the sofa and he just moaned softly as she straddled herself above his face.
She was open and steaming above his lips and he inhaled deeply with his mouth, then held her hips and pulled her down onto his lips.
Neshe's breath on her was as heated as the air of her kuss on his face.
His tongue swept her moist sex and sent shivers of delight through her. She stroked her hands through his hair as he ate at her...driving her to complete abandon.
She arched her back and her face turned up as to the sun. She closed her eyes and simply enjoyed the sensation.
The two were united. There was no way to determine where the energy began and ended. It just flowed through them as naturally as their own blood flowed.
At times like this Snama was entranced, lost in the moment, the man.
Neshe had such a mouth, he worked such magic, she held on for as long as possible, to enjoy his kisses, his sucking, his licks, his touch.
Snama was awakened from her trance with a shock when Neshe penetrated her from the back with his finger as he continued to eat at her sex.
She cried out and pushed down onto his mouth hard.
He responded agressively, now bringing from her a soft, but desperate repeated cry..."Haan...haan...yes! Neshe...haan!
He was ruthless.
"Haan...yes, my hot lunch?" and more he ate at her, nipping now, his finger penetrating her backside without mercy.
She was helpless to the command of his mouth and hand, and came in a rush, sighing out heavily in satisfaction. She pulsed over and over on his lips, feeling the rush of her own wetness flowing between her thighs and his cheeks.
"Oh yes my love" crooned Neshe. "Oh yes."
He kissed her between her legs with a tender kiss of love.
Snama moved, once she had regained her composure, and sat back on Neshe's abdomen. She smiled at him, and removed her brassiere, her breasts needing his attentions.
She leaned forward, placing a nipple to his mouth and he kissed and sucked, and before he had finished, she pulled away and placed the other nipple to his mouth. He sucked it with the same hunger and attention as he had the first.
It seemed Neshe could stay at her breast forever sucking, but now Snama was hungry. She pulled her nipple from Neshe's mouth and slid down him to herself taste his nipples. To tease him as he had her.
She worked her way down his beautiful body, and when she reached his trousers, opened them and helped herself to the treaure within.
Neshe was incredibly hard. She grasped him tightly in her hand and stroked him, licking her lips and him too.
Snama's mouth had talents of it's own, and they were not lost on Neshe. He allowed his hips to thrust up between her willing lips.
With him in her mouth, her eyes closed, she chewed softly, sucked, licked and explored.
It was not her and Neshe. It was woman with man.
She was lost in paying attention to her hunger, trying to coax him into eruption...to fill her mouth with his coming.
Nothing mattered to either, they were in the moment, her time, her space. Her mouth.
When Neshe came into her he had in his grip handfuls of her hair and pulled without thought as though he could pull her even deeper onto him.
His completion in her mouth left them both exhausted.
She remained, with her face in his naked bed, his spent now softened cock still in her mouth, his hands absently playing in her hair.
They rested in this state, this glorius state, for a good long while.
When they had completely recovered, they arose from the sofa and stood in a warm embrace, kissing; satisfied lovers.
Now, with themeselves pulled together again, dressed and back at Neshe's desk, they ate the rest of the meal Snama had brought and this time both sat with a glow in their eyes.
Gone was the conservative graciousness.
In it's place was a graciousness of a complete difference: openly graceful sexual dalliance. The effect of their communion was savoured by them both.
But, this was a business day, and a business lunch, and it was Snama who looked at her watch saying
"It's 2:00. I think your car will be outside. I must go and allow you back to work".
She kissed him goodbye and he kissed her back and they thanked each other for the lunch.
"Neshe.." she stroked his face again "I will see you at home."
Snama left and Neshe returned to his business day, neither really wanting to part from the other.
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