Valentine Wishes

Kirk looked at Vicky, still feeling the desire that had driven him to touch her a few minutes earlier.

“Val wants me to bring you to the meeting tomorrow morning. That’s what she was calling about.”

Vicky nodded, and then she asked him, “And you don’t think that’s a good idea?”

“I didn’t say that,” he told her quickly, the whole time cursing the timing of the phone call. “It’s a financial meeting with the department heads.”

“Well, I agree with you. I’m going to bed and you can tell my mother that I slept in.” Vicky turned and walked out of the living room.

Kirk watched her undulating hips as she moved away from him. She stopped after a few feet, pausing to lift her right foot. He watched her perilous balance as she leaned over slightly to remove her shoe. She quite possibly wouldn't have lost her footing if he had not jogged the few feet and put his hands on her waist. But he surprised her enough that she did lose it, and toppled forward. Kirk tightened his hold and they stayed upright.

“Lift the other foot and I’ll take that one off,” he offered while still holding her waist.

A few seconds passed before she did as he suggested. He didn’t resist the urge to caress her ankle before slipping the high-heeled shoe from her foot. Her balance was reestablished but Kirk didn’t release his hold right away. When Vicky looked up, he no longer resisted the urge he’d been fighting since a short time after he’d met her earlier that day in his office. He covered her mouth with his, preventing whatever she’d started to say. She turned toward him as his mouth lifted briefly.

Kirk looked into her beautiful blue eyes. Without further pause, he took her lips again. His hands pulled her close to his body, holding her tightly. As he felt her fingers lightly touching his waist, he relaxed his grip to see what she would do. He realized that he’d really rushed her, and perhaps—

“We probably shouldn't do this,” Vicky whispered as she pulled her mouth away from his for a few seconds.

“Why not?”

“Uhm…it’s wrong.”

Kirk felt Vicky’s hands flattening against his chest, slowly sliding upward. The motion stopped as her fingertips encountered his hard nipples beneath the soft, fine cotton. He watched her intently, but her gaze had lowered to rest on her hands. And then he felt the tentative, but intensely arousing sensation caused by the probing of her fingertips lightly exploring his areola. When she delicately rubbed back and forth across his hard buds, a carefully suppressed groan escaped his throat. He realized that she had heard him when she repeated the touch. This time it was a rapid, flicking against each bud.

His eyes closed as he savored the increase of his ardor with each passing touch of her fingers. If his cock got much harder, he figured he would embarrass himself, which had not happened since his teen years. It was easy to wonder what it would feel like to press against her softly rounded belly. From there it was not difficult to imagine how sweet it might feel to be buried deep inside her body.

 “Sweet heaven above, Vicky, you are driving me crazy!” Kirk groaned as her fingers curved inward to squeeze the muscles beneath her hands.

* * * * *

Vicky seemed to come out of her sensual fog, hearing his hoarse voice pleading for her…she wasn’t sure if he wanted her to continue or stop. In fact, all she’d been concerned with was her own pleasure. The whole time she caressed his broad chest and explored his hard nipples, she’d been wondering how it would feel if her hands were resting on his warm flesh instead of the cotton of his shirt.

Lifting her head, she saw that Kirk’s eyes were closed and his jaw clenched. Rising on her tiptoes, Vicky pressed her mouth to his. Ignoring all the signals that told her this was a bad idea and she really should stop, she slid her tongue along his lower lip. Before she had a chance to think about her next action, Kirk’s reaction took her by surprise.

His mouth opened and their tongues met. There wasn’t a battle, though. Vicky surrendered to his skill. Dimly she became aware of Kirk gently guiding and moving them down the hall into her bedroom. When they reached the side of the bed, she had already unbuttoned his shirt, which rather surprised her. His hands fell away from the fastening of her dress behind her neck. She watched his hands strip his clothes off completely. Her eyes roamed over his trim and toned physique with admiration and desire. Wetness had flooded her pussy lips and the curling heat in her gut was making her hips unconsciously move to seek out his manhood.

She forgot her dress had been unfastened in her eagerness to touch his hard cock, jutting proudly toward her. Kirk’s groan of desire told her that he liked the feel of her soft hands as they grasped him. When her hands began to squeeze and pull, a shudder shook his entire body. The dim light coming from the living room revealed the slickness of pre-come oozing forth. Suddenly Vicky wanted to do something she’d never done before. She bent her knees so she could kneel before him.

Suddenly Kirk’s hands grabbed her upper arms, stopping her descent abruptly. “Not yet, my sweet,” he whispered through clenched teeth.

Vicky felt her arms pushed to her sides, which allowed her dress to finally fall. The black material caught for a second on her breasts, and then it fell to her waist. Since the dress had a built-in bra, she was now naked above it. She tried to lift her hands to conceal her large bosoms, but Kirk’s hands held her tight.

“Is there some kind of fastening I missed?”

“In the back—”

In less than three seconds he released the hooks and slid the zipper down. With minimal encouragement, her dress eased over her hips and dropped to her feet. Standing nervously in just her pantyhose, Vicky wondered if Kirk was seeing what she saw in her mirror every day. She was a plump, size fourteen gal who’d unfortunately inherited her grandmother’s impressive breasts. For most of her life she’d worn loose tops to disguise her rapid growth, and she was still uncomfortable in the kind of dress she’d worn tonight.

“All throughout dinner I kept wondering what you had on under that damned dress,” Kirk whispered to her as his hands caressed their way up her arms. When he reached her shoulders, they curved up over her neck to cup her face. One thumb lightly caressed her lower lip for a second or two. Then he lowered his head and kissed her mouth once more.

The kiss was lighter this time, gentler. Lips met for a few moments and then slipped away again. He placed a kiss on each cheekbone before he returned to her mouth. This time his tongue teased her lips apart. Vicky expected an onslaught but instead he continued to tantalize her lips and tongue, which only increased her torment. Dimly she realized that Kirk was seducing her with his gentleness. He used slow, deliberate caresses, pausing every so often to change the pace. She was already so hot that she was ready to flop on the bed and yell, “Fuck me!”

“Soon, my sweet. Very soon.”

Kirk’s voice made her aware that she’d spoken out loud. She felt her face flush hotly in embarrassment. Her hands lifted to cross over her chest. The smile on his face unnerved her, especially when he made no effort to lower her protective and concealing hands.

“I’m going to peel these pantyhose down.”

Vicky held her breath as she felt his thumbs catch under the elastic band. He pulled the elastic out and began easing them over her hips. Partway over her belly, he paused.

“Turn and face the other way, please.”

She must have revealed her doubt at his request because he added quickly, “It’s all right. I’d like to fulfill a fantasy I’ve had since you walked into my office earlier today.”

Nodding her head, Vicky turned away from Kirk. Maybe she’d read him wrong and he was interested in some kinky kind of sex. Other than hating Valentine’s Day, the only two males in her life had been straightforward. Since she’d only slept with Nick, and made out with the other one, her experience of the unusual was nil.

Taking a deep breath, she felt Kirk easing her hose down past her hips, her thighs and finally they dropped to her feet. Without waiting to be asked, she stepped free of the discarded clothing. Then she felt his warmth as Kirk moved close behind her. His breath danced across her right shoulder a second before the searing heat of his flesh met hers. Her gasp of surprise was audible.

“Ooh!”

Both of Kirk’s hands curved around her upper arms. There was no mistaking the hot, hard flesh that was now pressed between her butt cheeks. Shifting from one foot to the other, she slightly parted her legs. Without a pause, Kirk’s cock slid closer to his goal. When she heard his low, guttural moan of desire, Vicky tilted her hips and rubbed back, against his groin.

“God, Vicky!”

His hands slid down and cupped her hips. She responded quickly by flexing her pelvis forward and back several times. The hard rod slid between her wet lips. It surprised her how sexy and desirable she was feeling. From somewhere inside herself, she found the courage to be bold. With a deep breath, she took a step forward and knelt on the bed. Slowly, she bent over and rested on her forearms on the sheets. Closing her eyes, not even sure if this was the right position, she waited.