Quickies

Responding to my phone's vibrating message alert, I read the following: “Lesson 4 – Resistance 9:45am” .  It was from Winston, the latest addition to my little black book.  I called him to gain a better understanding of this cryptic message but he simply told me that he would be at my job at 9:45am to TEACH me resistance. What the hell? Winston hung up and turned off his phone. 
Approximately forty-nine minutes later, my assistant, Lydia, buzzed me to inform that I had a guest.  I asked her to show him in to my office.  Winston stood about 5' 6" which is shorter than my average date but there was something street; something hot; something I just could not put my finger on. Let's just say... he stirred something inside me.  Lydia, winked at me as she closed the door behind him. I graciously explained to him how glad I was to see him but that I had a full morning of various meetings the first of which was at 10.
Winston grabbed me, forcefully pulled down my pantyhose forcing my skirt around my waist and started licking my clit. My mind began to whirl because the door was not locked and the 10 o’clock meeting was in my office with my direct supervisor and support staff.
Winston’s tongue found a groove that had not been played in a while.  My knees buckled. My body rippled. My breathing quickened. My left hand gripped the corner of the desk as the right hand clawed at his coat. Oh shit, that orgasm approached from the distance as the marquee of my mind flashed the warning “Bitch, you better not scream because you are at work.”  With each rotation of his moist tongue, my breathing became more and more labored. My body jerked as waves of Exstacy forced the spew of hot nectar. The inability to verbalize my pleasure greatly enhanced the release. As I regained composer, Winston stood with an obvious erection and said “Lesson 4 resistance. Call me after your meeting.”
I hate to sound like a dated action film but... just like that (snapping my fingers) he was gone. My desk was a mess. All of my business cards had spilled from their holder. Pens, pencils and highlighters littered the desktop and floor. The grey mesh wastebasket had been toppled with wads of notes from ideas past scattered.
My pantyhose and panties had to be discarded. So I quickly balled them up and tossed them into the tote bag under my desk. As the voice of my district manager grew louder, I made good use of a kleenex as I frantically brushed the papers and pens into the top drawer of my desk.
Resistance... what a lesson to learn on a Tuesday morning!