A Muse Amused

by Arty

GF: Where's the next draft of 'Wonderland'?
RT: In my head.
GF: How am I supposed to find it in there? There's all this jumble about some girl with wings!
RT: Well if you will keep popping up in my dreams.
GF: Stop goofing off and get writing you lazy Englishman.
RT: Yes miss!
GF: Before you forget about me completely.
RT: Well (touching wood madly here) barring a major accident, that will never happen.
GF: This I have to see…

The feel of her sweet breath on the back of his neck was electric. He turned to see his muse, her face flushed and her eyes sparkling. Smiling at him in a lascivious fashion. He swallowed; the look that she gave him had him hard in an instant.

"Errr, we were just talking. I really will get writing the next instalment, but I usually do it on the train. Write I mean."

"I'm not here about the writing, I'm here to watch you jack-off."

"Well if you insist, but what brought this on?"

"You started it."

"I did? When?"

"Just now."

"I did no such thing."

"Yes you did, here I'll show you."

She pushed him and his chair backwards and then sat on his lap. She wriggled appreciatively on his hard-on and pointed her finger at the line, which had apparently got her fired up enough to make the transatlantic trip.

"Here you said, 'Well (touching wood madly here) barring a major accident, that will never happen.' It does seem that you get aroused by the most mundane topics, but I wasn't going to pass up the opportunity, whatever the reason."

He laughed, so hard that he almost fell off his chair, taking her with him. Finally he had enough breath left to gasp out.

"You thought I was jacking off?"

She nodded, looking less certain.

"Talk about two people separated by a common language! I suppose you think that I have some strange English furniture fetish, because I lay the table for dinner?"

She hit him and tried to get off his lap. He stopped her with a kiss.

"I'm sorry. I'm not laughing at you, really"

"Well if you spoke the language properly, we wouldn't have these misunderstandings. I presume you were trying to say 'knock on wood' in your quaint English way."

"I suppose so, we say that too." He thought for a moment, "I will if you want me to."

"Will what?"

"I'll jack-off for you, 'spank the monkey', 'beat the meat', y'know masturbate for you. I'd have to fantasize about you though. But it'd be easier if you sat on the desk and gave me something to fantasize about."

"You'd do that for me?"

"It'd be the least I could do?" He laughed at the incongruity of the conversation, here in his office. He scooted forward and lifted her up onto his desk, then he quickly close and locked the door and pulled the blinds. "I'll have to be quick, though with you here fuelling my fantasies that won't be a problem."

With slightly trembling fingers, he undid his trousers and pulled down his underpants; his penis was as hard as it had ever been, in the unfamiliar environment of his office. Carefully spreading the pre-cum, he pulled his foreskin backwards and forwards over the head of his cock. Friday spread her legs and he stared appreciatively at the peach of a pussy that was exposed to his gaze. Small droplets of moisture showed the extent of her arousal. He hungered to place his mouth there and lick up her nectar but he'd promised her this so he resisted temptation. Friday licked her lips at the sight of him stroking his cock for her. After a few minutes she could see his movements becoming spasmodic and a flush spread over his face. And finally he came, stifling his groans in an effort not to draw attention to their activities.

Before she could react, he dived forward and claimed his prize. His tongue was everywhere collecting the juices that had gathered and then teasing its way between her pussy lips and plundering the new source of lubricious fluid. Finally he could wait no longer and swirled his tongue around her clitoris, at the same time he curled first one and the two fingers into her pussy spreading them widely to give the impression of a much wider penetration. She came with muffled squeals as she placed her fist in her mouth to deaden the noise she made. He sat back satisfied.

"I think I should 'touch wood' more often if it has this effect on you."

They laughed.

-Fin-