The Love Seat

There's a love seat  in my office that used to be in one of the spare offices in the building. Recently, we moved it into my office, and every time I look at it, a memory comes rushing back of one of the very good times I enjoyed on it.

This morning, out of the blue, a memory flashed through my brain of a Saturday afternoon with one of my favorites who has since become a very good friend.

WebCam Guy is unlike anyone else I have ever been with. Quiet, but not shy. Extremely smart and well educated, but not arrogant. Very private, but also very giving. Good looking, but not conceited. Sexy as hell, but he acts like he doesn't know it.

And paranoid.  Very paranoid. I talked to him recently and I liked the way he put it.  The price was just too high. He was paranoid because he couldn't bear the price he might have to pay if he got caught.  I get it. Eventually, that's what ended it.   And that's ok.

Anyway, he walked into my office that Saturday wearing jeans, a golf shirt and a light jacket. I reached out to hug him and I got a hug in return and little peck of a kiss on the lips. WebCam Guy is not a kisser. Normally, that would be a deal breaker for me, but by the time I learned he wasn't a kisser, I was already quite enamored with him. Once we were relaxing together after a very sweet play session and I told him I was going to turn him into a kisser eventually.  He just smiled and shook his head and said, "No, you're not," and I knew he meant it.

That smile! Some people, like me, just run around with their hearts on their sleeves and their emotions are right under the surface, popping up at any time. Not him. To get a smile out of him is to have earned it.  It means something more than it does with most other people. Every time he smiled at me, I wanted to yell, "Score!" but that would have ruined the mood, wouldn't it?

Back to that Saturday....after he came in we walked back to the spare office and sat on the love seat. There was some kissing (mostly me) and lots of touching. I reach down and started unbuckling his belt, then unfastening his pants. He stood up then and took off his jacket, shirt, shoes, pants, everything.....so efficient. Then he sat back down.

Ok, I thought. Let's get right to it.

I knelt in front of him and took his stiffening cock into my mouth. It was hard as a rock within about 10 seconds.  His has a truly beautiful cock - average length, maybe a shade longer than average, but well above average in thickness, and perfectly shaped.  I quickly started pulling my pants and panties off while I sucked him because I knew I wanted him inside me right then.  Not later.  At that very moment.

As soon as my pants were off, I got up and straddled him, sliding his cock inside me slowly, tilting my hips a bit forward to see if I could get him in just the right.....ahhhh.......there it was. Damn, he felt good. His thickness filled me nicely.

I started rocking forward and back on him, grinding against him. I looked down at him as I rode him. He was so handsome and he had an absolutely gorgeous chest.

Let me tell you about his chest. Strong, hairy, and attached to equally strong shoulders. It's beautiful. He gave me a picture of his naked upper body once (because I asked and harassed him until he did) and that photo is still my favorite of any picture that any man has ever given me.  Seriously.

So that was the chest I was looking at as I started to feel an orgasm coming when he said, almost shouting, "Get off!"

In the heat of the moment, I had forgotten that we weren't using a condom and I was not using any other form of birth control at the time.  Thank God he didn't forget.

As soon as he yelled at me to get off, I jumped off just as he was coming, and a spurt of cum leaped up in the air. I dropped back to my knees quickly and swallowed his cock again before a second spurt could erupt, and he came and came and came...and came in my mouth.  I swallowed repeatedly and waited until I was sure he was finished, then I got busy with the clean up, licking up all the cum that escaped before I could  get my lips around his cock. I took my time, licking his belly and thighs for what seemed like a long, long time.

After, I turned and sat on the floor next to his legs.  He was still laying back on the love seat. It was quiet for a long time. I'm used to hearing either praise and thanks right after or something like, "Uh, I gotta go," but he was just quiet. That can be pretty unsettling, but I knew that was just how he is. And it was nice. I leaned how nice it can be to just share a moment without filling it up with chatter.

I noticed that he never got completely soft after he came and within a minute or so, he was hard again. Wow. That's record recovery time, I thought.

Suddenly, he stood up and said, "Get up." I did, and he stood behind me.  I got it.  I spread my legs a bit and leaned over the love seat, putting one hand on the seat cushion and one hand on the back of the love seat.  I had barely positioned myself when he slid inside me from behind. I came in no time.  He wasn't far behind. He pulled out and sat down next to me again.  I was ok with the silence this time because I was still shuddering, still a bit dizzy, still feeling the pleasure pulsing through my whole body.

We talked a bit and then it was time for him to go.  We both dressed. He gave me a hug.  I kissed him gently on the neck, and he left. I sat down on the love seat for a few minutes, just thinking about him and what had transpired before I got back to work.

WebCam Guy is still in my life. Maybe one of these days I'll share with you why I call him WebCam Guy, but you can probably guess.  Still, there are some amusing stories that go with it. He's still in my life and he's a dear friend. He is one of the first I really opened my heart to and that love hasn't gone away, although it has changed form a bit.

We never know how things are going to turn out, do we? What started as a simple message exchange on AM between two people who were primarily just looking for a little passion turned out to be something much better and more lasting than an affair.

Love comes in lots of forms if you're paying attention.