Dan has desires... when we met 10 years ago I was a very sexual being who was rarely satisfied. I had many boyfriends and sexual relationships. When Dad came into my life I dropped all of the other men and focused on him because I knew he was my soul-mate. Dan and I were blessed early in our relationship (after dating for 2 months) by a pregnancy. The pregnancy was a welcome surprise but it was like a light switch to my libido. I felt like a child bearing vessel and lost my feelings of attractiveness and desire. Somewhere along the following 6.5 years Dan and I drifted... Our beds grew bigger until there was a space between us... we stopped kissing, hugging, and cuddling... sex became a chore that happened only once a month and without any passion. If you have read my posts, you may be shocked to hear this.

          My birthday seemed to switch the libido-light back on and I struggled to be intimate with Dan... I wanted to kiss passionately and deeply. I wanted to make-out and cuddle. I wanted to mess around without having it lead to some quick passionless sex. So when I went outside of my marriage to get this, I had no idea that Dan wanted the same things and felt that I no longer wanted him.

          We have been working through these issues... we kiss passionately every moment of the day and I find extreme comfort to know that it does not HAVE to lead to sex. He bought a cock-ring which is an amazing turn on and he even tried some man-scaping. He even wrote me an erotic story! He made me realize that he loves me so much more than anyone else will ever be able to. So in honor of Dan, I want to play the role of naughty-intern...

          He snuck me into work. My blue plaid pleated skirt came to mid-thigh, just long enough to cover the laced band of my thigh-high stockings. My shirt was a soft cotton that dipped low in the front to show my ample cleavage. His shift started early at 5:30 am and the offices were empty. He led me to his cubical and I hopped up onto his desk... the lace of my stockings revealed slightly. He sat in his office chair and I slowly uncrossed my legs. He moved his chair closer to me and I reached my foot towards him. My black paten-leather Mary-Jane shoe met the top of his knee and as he moved even closer my upper leg rose to reveal my lack of panties.  The smile spread across his face and he lowered himself with the chair's hydraulics and I scooted myself closer to the edge of the desk.

          He moved his mouth to meet my hot wet pussy. I leaned back to look at the white cork-board ceilings, count the dots in the tiles to keep me distracted enough not to cum. I could hear some quiet conversations but could not see anyone over the tops of the cubicles. He pulled me off of the desk and onto his lap. His button-up shirt was open revealing a white undershirt. Short straight chest hair peeked over the collar of the white shirt. I reached out to touch the course hair and I could see the casual touch was welcome. He lifted my hips and lowered me onto his stiff cock, it filled me perfectly. I started moving my hips away from him , causing his length to come out almost completely but enough to make it rub against my clit as the friction increased. I leaned my upper-body against him, pressing his face into my breasts. His breathe was hot against my chest and the excitement encouraged me to raise the speed of my movement against him. I could feel his heart rate increase and I knew his orgasm was imminent. A questioning voice near by made me stop moving and our eyes met, wide and panicked jumped off of his lap and ducked under his desk.

          The voice became louder and I could hear his deep manly voice offer an answer to an unheard question. I noticed his chair was still low and his cock was only inches from my face... something about seeing a cock, makes me want to suck... so I spread his legs a little more and started sucking on him. I heard him clear his throat and continue talking. I used my tongue to taste our flavors mixed together all over the length of him. I continued my sucking and teasing, his hands moved down to hold my head and increase the speed... /i thought of the famous White House intern and her love of the Presidential "cigar". I sucked on Dan's cigar and waited longingly for the pay off. I quickly stuck my finger in my mouth to get it nice and wet so as his movements increased, I slipped my finger into his ass, just passed the puckered muscle. He cleared his throat more loudly than before and leaned back in his chair. He started moving his hips against my mouth, the pressure and movement making the back of my head bump the underside of his desk. The pace quickened and his body jerked in waves of orgasm, his sweet and salty cream filling my mouth and dribbling down my chin, I moved to lick him clean. At some point the large office had filled and my quiet escape would not be permitted. He gave me the pursed lip and finger pressed against it sign for quiet, as he stepped away from his desk.

          A high pitched alarm squealed all around the large room, he was standing there once more with his large trench coat opened to cover me. In the mild chaotic hustle out of the building, he snuck me boldly out the front door and walked me to my car. I handed him the coat as I lowered myself into the driver's seat and slipped the keys into the key slot. He leaned down to dart his tongue into my mouth and squeeze my breast... oh to be an intern for an hour and to suck on the Presidential 'cigar'... Priceless.