Monday. Moan.. day.

It was a typical Monday.. meetings all day. I was exhausted from leading the meetings. Just another day in the life of an executive.

Everyone comes to me, looking for direction. That is what it’s like to be the boss. But then, in the middle of some crisis the phone rang.

I answered. It was you.

I welcomed the interruption and shooed my staff out of my office.


The sound of your voice lifted me to another world. You were not saying anything out of the ordinary. Just telling me about your weekend and how busy you had been all day.


I asked you to wait a moment and put the handset down on the top of the piles of papers on my desk. I got up and gently closed my door. I turned the bolt and heard it snap into place. Now I was alone. Alone with you.

I settled back in my chair and picked up the receiver. I cradled the phone between my ear and my shoulder. How I wished it was you I was cradling. How I wished it was your hot breath I could feel on my neck.

I reached down and pulled up the skirt of my grey wool suit. I was sitting behind my desk and even if anyone looked in the small window on my door, all they could see would be my upper body. They would not know that my skirt was up around my waist and my hand was down between my knees. I gently caressed the sensitive skin on my inner knees and tenderly grazed my thighs with my finger tips, unconsciously, of course.

My knees parted a bit more and I was surprised by the warm moist air which escaped from under my shirt.

I was becoming aroused. I listened to your voice in my ear, but my brain did not comprehend the words. All I heard was your soothing tone. I could almost feel your breath through the phone. Soft sounds of breath as you spoke. Little sounds that carried me further and further from my office.

Sometimes I heard the unmistakable sound of you sliding your tongue across your lips, during the pauses.

Occasionally you would ask me a question and my only response would be a gentle umm hmmm. You were used to me being distracted while in the office, but I am sure at that moment, you had no clue as to what it was that was distracting me. You probably thought I was lost in reading some mundane reports, or analyzing the monthly financial reports.

Little did you know what was that was calling my attention.

At that point, I could feel the juices begin to trickle out of m
y wet lips. They were seeping through my panties and pooling on the leather seat. I was glad I had pulled up my skirt, no need to soil my suit. My womanhood began to throb and swell.

I had to find a way to quench the burning desire.


My fingers hesitated.. I was at work, after all...I have staff which could walk up to my door at any time and peer in.


You did not guess what I was doing, not at first. You only heard me speaking slightly softer than usual… pausing a little more than normal before responding.

It was not until you heard the slight gasp and groan, followed by the sound of sucking that you began to suspect that I was touching myself. I wonder if you knew I had just licked my tasty juices from my fingers. The salty sweet scent and taste which has no equal. You know how much I love my taste, almost as much as you.


My right hand was back under my skirt, before you could even say anything. You sat there in silence and listened. My moans were getting a bit louder and I had trouble controlling myself. My thumb was strategically placed on my swollen clit, applying the needed pressure for my orgasm; my forefinger and middle finger buried deep inside my hot and wet pussy.


I started to rock my hips to and fro in a slow and steady rhythm; while burying my fingers deeper and deeper.


My breath hastened slightly and my voice became weaker. I could feel a slight blush coming across my face. My cheeks were hot and my neck began to perspire. I could feel my long curls dampen with my sweat.


My nipples were getting erect, which was a tell-tale sign that I was about to come. The lace of the bra was stimulating them in such a way that they 
ached from the pain/pleasure sensation.

I began to chant your name over and over - with each thrust of my fingers - with each gyration of my hips.


The pleasures mounted with each slight movement. I was about to cum. 

I  began to moan.

At first it was that faint deep moan that comes from the lowest region of the pit of the belly. Then it moved to the lowest part of my being. A part so deep, so removed from the physical. It got deeper and deeper and seemed  to come from some other being which had possessed me; like the moan of an animal mating in the wild. 


I come hard on my fingers.

I come hard on my hand. 

I come hard in your ear.


It took awhile to recover from the shaking. The heavy smell of sex fills my office and lingers on my hand and fingers. No matter how much I suck and lick. No matter how much I try to wipe them off. I still smell that animal scent.

… and it makes me moan.