****** Sara at Last by Schariah ******
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Sara at Last


After I got out of college, the only job I could get with my liberal arts
degree was as a gofer at a nearby law firm. I didn't like answering the phones
and cleaning the file cabinets. But one thing I did like was Sara.

Sara was one of the lawyers. It wasn't big firm; only three lawyers and a guy
named Peter who had never managed to pass the bar exam. He did a lot of the
work and the lawyers got all the credit. Normally, I would have pitied him, but
as it was, I didn't, for two reasons. First, he was a complete jerk. Second, he
was Sara's husband.

Sara was simply incredible. Blonde Hair like gold, pulled up in back in that
business-feminine way; the hourglass figure of a woman in her twenties, not her
forties, which was her real age. Her breasts curved to the perfect shape under
her sheer white blouse; her waist flared out to rounded hips tight under her
suit. It was as if her whole body rebelled against the monotony of her lawyerly
clothes, and against her age. The only thing on her that showed her age were
her eyes, which were deep with understanding and pain--from living with that
jerk husband. He had cheated on her a few years earlier, and they were together
only for the kids. Still, even her eyes rebelled; they sparkled with humor and
mischief.

It was only a few weeks before I fell for Sara--or at least, felt a desperate
lust for her. I'd been hurt before, and I didn't really care much about love.
But god, how I wanted Sara. At night I would dream about her. In the morning I
would fantasize that her body was pressed against mine. Every day I would catch
myself staring at her, doing special little favors for her. I think I was the
only person who really thought nobody was noticing. But day after day would go
by, and I said nothing.

It was about six months later that I finally couldn't remain silent anymore. I
had to say something at least. Luckily, my chance came that Friday. Peter was
gone on a business trip, and only Sara, I, and another lawyer were there. "I'm
cutting out early," said the other lawyer, after the phones had been silent for
some time.

"Okay," I mumbled, my heart starting to beat faster. I pretended to clean up
the front desk as he got his things together and left. The door closed behind
him slowly, like torture.

I sat there, trying to think of some way to start. I could hear her shuffling
papers in her office, but where I was sitting, I couldn't see anything. As I
sat there breathing heavily, I suddenly heard her voice. "Jason!" she called. I
was up like a shot, then steadied myself and checked m tie. I tried to walk
slowly to her office.

"Yeah?" I asked peeking through the door. She was behind her paper-covered
desk, her fingers poised over the keyboard in mid-stroke.

"Do you know what's wrong with this computer?" she asked. She looked up at me
with those deep blue eyes.

"Wh-what's it doing?" I asked.

"The monitor flickers every now and then when I type," she said. I looked down
at the back of the computer, with all its wires and things. I went over to them
and jiggled them a little, not knowing anything about computers.

"Anything different?" I asked.

"No," she said. "Come here and look," she said, looking straight at the screen.
I moved around to her side of the desk. "Watch," she said, and she pressed a
few keys at random. The screen didn't do anything. I kneeled down behind her,
my heart beginning to race. "Well, now it's not doing it," she said, curiously.

I was not paying attention to the screen. She kept tapping at keys, trying to
get it to flicker again, but I was staring at her hair and the back of her
shoulder. "Well, maybe it's..." she trailed off.

I leaned closer. I could smell her perfume, and see the tiny hairs curled on
the back of her neck. She said nothing, but I wouldn't have heard anything
anyway; I was drunk off the adrenaline. I leaned forward, and before I even
realized it, my lips were gently brushing her throat. I kissed her under the
curve of her jaw, so lightly I didn't think she even noticed. But I kissed her
neck again, more boldly, and I felt her gently pushing back against me. I heard
the tiniest gasp from her when I slowly dragged my lips down the side of her
throat, to the collar of her blouse. She still had her back to me, and I slowly
drew my lips back up to her cheek, and she turned to face me. I didn't
hesitate, but leaned forward and kissed her deeply on the lips. I wrapped my
arms around her and kissed her with all the frustration of all those past days.
Her lips parted and soon our tongues were touching with unspoken want. As I
kissed her, I drew my hand around her curving waist and up to her breast,
cupping it in my hand. I felt her push back to my hand--my god, she wanted it!

I slowly rose, helping her up from her chair as I did, and she wrapped her arms
around me. I slid my hands across her chest, down her back, to the curve of her
ass, as if to reassure myself that she was real. I broke our kiss, and dragged
my tongue gently down her throat again, as I raised my hands again, and began
unbuttoning her blouse. My fingers were shaking, but somehow I managed to undo
the buttons, one by one, dragging my mouth down her newly revealed flesh. The
lace at the top of her bra appeared just as I heard her breathe out my name,
and lean back to let her blouse fall back and reveal the beauty of her soft
breasts. I ran one hand up to the front, feeling the cool satin, as my other
hand moved up her back, and in a few seconds, the bra unsnapped. Gently, with
just the tips of my fingers, I drew down the straps of the bra. I drew my right
hand up to touch the hardened point of her nipple, and leaned down to lick
across the tip of her other breast. As I dragged my tongue around her nipple,
she sighed, and shivered lightly. She lay back entirely across her desk--papers
fell from the other side--so that I could lean over her, my mouth sliding
slowly to her other breast, my hands moving down her waist, and I began undoing
the fastenings of her skirt. Her wonderful tits were turning me back into my
caveman ancestors; nothing else mattered but this woman. Her skin tasted sweet
and warm and crazy. I felt the button of her skirt give, and I teased us both
by very slowly letting her skirt drop. Her smooth legs were slowly revealed,
and the white lace of her panties, with that tiny satin bow at the top. Her
femininity finally had me completely.

I traced my hands around her hips, back to her breasts, and kissed her deeply
again. I felt her hands reaching up to pull my shirt, and then to the buttons.
But I couldn't wait. I ripped off my tie with a flourish that nearly choked me,
and then quickly undid the buttons, She slid my shirt off, staring into my
eyes, and then reached for my belt; I felt it give. Then the button and the
zipper, and I felt her fingertips brush the surface of my hardened cock. She
smiled at me as she teased me.

"How long have you wanted me?" she asked.

"Forever," I whispered.

"Then take me," she whispered.

I dropped my hand to her leg, and slowly worked it up to the edge of her
panties, feeling the moist heat. I dragged my mouth down to her belly button,
and then lower, my hands pulling her panties along and my mouth followed. And
when she was finally naked before me, I licked up to the sweet heat of her
pussy, my tongue lifting between her lips, and then pushing deep inside. Her
hips bucked up toward me and she wound her fingers into my hair.

"Yesss," she moaned.

I jabbed my tongue into her, tasting her sweet juices, as she groaned and
writhed on the table. I wanted to consume her completely. I moved my tongue
around inside her, and then pulled it out to strike sparks on her clit. She
yelped like a little girl, and then giggled, and when I pushed my tongue deep
inside again, she moaned loudly and used her hands to pull me in. I heard her
breathing speed up and her fingers began clutching me harder. I moved my tongue
in and out, harder now, fucking her with my tongue, and I felt her body getting
tenser, then her muscles began to pull tighter, and she whimpered, then
whimpered again.

"Yes," she said. "Yes--I love it--oh, make me come!"

Her body began to shiver. Her voice caught in her throat, and I felt her body
shiver, and then she screamed out, "Oh--Oh!--Yes! Oh, I'm--COMING!" Her fingers
pulled me hard against her cunt, and her pussy squeezed gently on my tongue as
she screamed again. "YEEESSS!"

Her body slowly melted in relaxation, and her fingers fell from my head. I
didn't waste a minute. I had stripped off the rest of my clothing while eating
her, and I stood up immediately, put the head of my cock against her still-
quivering pussy, and pushed deep into her in one stroke.

She'd had her eyes closed, but as my shaft plunged into her she opened them in
surprise and screamed in pleasure, her back arching up from the desk. I wrapped
my arms around her and leaned down to lick her breasts again as I began to fuck
her. She was so hot and wet it felt like heaven, and she began to clamp her
pussy down on me in a regular pulse. She would let out a little cry whenever I
pushed into her belly, and I began to play with her, dragging my shaft out
until just the head remained inside, then pausing, and slamming back into her
hard, feeling her back arch again, and savoring the sound as she cried out.

I began to speed up, fucking in and out of her, my balls swinging below,
slapping against her. She clutched harder at my cock with her pussy muscles
whenever I withdrew, and soon I was slamming into her as hard as I could. She
raised her legs up my hips, to my waist, and then to my ribs, then wrapped her
legs around me as her breathing became more labored. I wasn't thinking; I knew
nothing; all I cared about was hearing her cry out, "Oh God!" every time I
slammed my seven inches into her belly.

"Oh, Jason," she panted. "Oh, FUCK ME! Oh, GOD fuck me! Yes!" I felt her arms
wrap around my shoulders and her fingers began to dig into my back. I labored
over her luscious body, beads of sweat raining from my forehead as I pumped
her, again and again.

I felt the warmth beginning in my thighs, and I felt dizzy. "Sara, oh, god, I'm
gonna come..."

"YES!" she cried again. "Come for me, oh GOD COME FOR ME!"--and I felt her body
lunge up from the desk, her legs tightened around me; her fingernails dug into
me; her arms pulled me hard against her, and she smashed her mouth against me,
crying out deep in her throat. Her body shivered and shook in ecstasy, as she
came hard on my cock, trying to get as close to me as she could. The walls of
her pussy squeezed down on me and I couldn't hold back any longer. I felt the
cum rise from my balls, then race down my cock. Groaning into our kiss I held
her tight and slammed deep inside her and exploded. I felt my cum spurt out,
one, twice, again, my body heaving in pleasure as I pumped my cum deep into her
guts. She broke our kiss, and held me tight, rising up off the desk.

She screamed out, "Yes! Oh god FILL ME! Give it to me!" I was still slamming
into her as deeply as I could, my sperm streaming into her. "Again," she said,
and another pulse blasted into her. "Oh, yes, again" she moaned, and I began to
dribble the last few drops.

She still clutched at me, and whispered into my ear, "again," before her body
relaxed ad drifted back to the desk. The last drops drained from me, but I
stayed inside her, savoring the sensitivity and her heat, and I leaned down to
kiss her again. She seemed so weak. I smiled sheepishly, and she looked up at
me with half closed eyes. "Mmm," she said, and smiled, running her fingers
through my sweat soaked hair. She closed her eyes, still smiling, and rested
for a second. "You're a mess," she said, laughing. I felt her laughter shaking
my cock, and she gasped slightly at the feeling. "Ooh," she said, "but I'm glad
you finally said something," and she smiled again. She looked into my eyes.

"Sara," I said, "I lo--"

She put a finger to my lips.

"No, no," she said. "Just enjoy this moment."

I smiled and kissed her finger playfully. Then I began to move my still-rigid
cock inside her again, slowly savoring the feeling. I wasn't going to stop this
until I really had to.

"Oh," she whimpered, as I began fucking her again, "I'm going to keep you
around here for along time!"


--- This story is fiction, although based on real people. Names have been
changed.

Comments very welcome! schariah@hotmail.com

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