"You're killing me, Angie," I told her,
with a frustrated look on my face.
"What, Tommy? What'd I do?"
Angie always came to work wearing the skimpiest, tightest outfits she could find. Today was no different. I looked at her trying to balance on a pair of strappy 4" heels and shook my head in disbelief. Not being able to help it, I allowed my eyes to maneuver up her stockings to the hem of her tiny green skirt. Then, catching myself, I looked directly into her deep brown eyes.
"You just can't go around teasing us all like that," I told her. "It's not right. We have needs."
"Aw go on. You fellas are too busy working to notice me, anyways." Angie turned around with a purposeful swish of her rounded ass and walked down the hallway to the back office.
Although she had only been working in our four-man law office for six months, I felt protective of her. She was about nineteen or twenty, a respectable girl, and was too naïve to understand that the attentions she enjoyed from men could lead to more dangerous encounters. I didn't want her inexperience to make her vulnerable to unwanted advances. Besides, I was kind of hoping that I could be the man to teach her about life and love. I was hoping she would dress like that only for me.
I've always been too busy to have much of a personal life. Being thirty-one, I spent most of my time preparing to go to law school, getting through the three grueling years, and finally, studying for the Bar exam. Now, working as a professional in this office, I still had little time to socialize. Angie was like a breath of springtime sunshine. She was always cheerful as she brought me the mail, making cute little remarks about how she liked my new haircut, or how my tie was her favorite color. I loved the way her fuzzy sweaters hugged her around her trim little waist. I imagined my arms around her, telling her how much I wanted her. I imagined her wanting me, and me being her perfect man.
That afternoon I decided to ask her out for lunch. Lunch is harmless, right? I told her I knew of a great little café down the block where we could go. To my amazement, she agreed – was even looking forward to it, she said.
We walked outside and down to the café. Being a gentleman, I pulled out a seat for her at the table and she sat down. We ordered from the menu and began to have some real conversation. It turned out that we both were from similar backgrounds and shared many ideas. What really piqued my interest, though, was the sparkling imagination I saw in her eyes as she spoke. She was fresh, and new, and bright, and wonderful. I guess I was really falling for her.
Weeks passed, and we found many opportunities to get to know each other. I took her dancing. We went for fancy dinners. There were concerts and shows. All the time I treated her as a princess. When we were together, she was my beacon in the night. One evening, after having a wonderful night out, we went back to Angie's apartment for some coffee and dessert. She was wearing a beautiful blue chiffon dress with a plunging neckline, and she looked especially radiant to me.
I summoned my courage, and pulled out a velvet box, pushing it across the table to where she sat. She opened it and stared in amazement at the diamond ring it contained. A warm smile spread across her face.
"Share the rest of my life with me, Angie?" I pleaded. "Marry me?"
She spoke no words, but jumped up and threw her arms around my neck. Then she kissed me – not like the goodnight kisses we'd shared previously – but a full, wet, insistent kiss that almost knocked me over.
"Tommy," she whispered, "I love you so much. Show me how special I am."
Angie pulled me over to the couch, placing my hands against the curve of her hips. I ran my hands up her dress and over the swell of her firm breasts. Undoing the clasp of her dress, behind her neck, I lingered there – allowing my fingers to slowly trail down to the hollow between her breasts, where I placed gentle kisses. I removed the top of her dress, revealing her pink satiny bra to my hungry gaze.
"You're so beautiful," I told her. "My angel."
Unfastening her bra, I kissed and nibbled at her luscious, plump breasts. I removed the rest of her dress, draping it over a side table. My hands tickled down her smooth tummy, and tenderly caressed up her curving back. I took her nipples between my fingers, softly rubbing the erect tips and rolling them back and forth.
She let out a soft moan. "Oh, Tommy, that's sooo good."
I went behind her on the couch and reached around, circling her breasts with the palm of my hands and teasing my fingers upwards over her bare arms. She wriggled against my growing hardness, driving me crazy. I could see a spreading spot of wetness seeping through her panties. I wanted her. She wanted me. It was perfect. Lifting her up, I carried Angie over to her bedroom and placed her on the blanket. Sliding my fingers under the elastic, I removed her delicate undergarments slowly. I feathered my tongue up the inside of her long, shapely leg and allowed it to brush gently across her hidden mound. A tiny gasp escaped her throat. My fingers stroked her thigh as my probing tongue worked its way up and down her tasty lips. I stopped to drink in her honeyed goodness as I felt myself tighten and grow. I loosened my belt and removed my pants as I worshiped Angie's sex. My fingers stroked the sides of her lips as my tongue found her love button. Flicking her clit with the tip of my tongue, I let my hand play around the crack of her ass.
Her breathing was heavy and her body was quivering under my touch. She began to buck her hips wildly and I knew she was building rapidly to an explosive peak. "Oh, God, Tommy! Ahh. Zhhzzzz!" She sucked in another deep breath and let out a moan as the orgasm racked her body. I stroked her belly as she continued to shake with pleasure. "I've never felt like that," she told me, "that was incredible."
I put my finger across her soft mouth and told her, "Shh." I moved my hand to her velvet wetness and inserted a finger tentatively inside her. As she became more accustomed to me, I added a second finger, working them in and out of her as I stroked her clit softly. The desperate climb began anew and she shook violently as another explosion overtook her. My fingers continued their rhythm as her throbbing subsided, reached a plateau, and began to build again. Angie lifted off the bed as she reached new heights of ecstasy. I slowly withdrew my fingers and kissed her tenderly on the mouth. Getting up on my knees, I released my throbbing manhood from the briefs holding it captive. Showing it off proudly to Angie, I asked her how she liked it.
"It's so big!" she remarked, "It's beautiful."
She took it in her hands and began to kiss it all around. Her tongue reached out and danced around the tip playfully. I could feel my penis filling and expanding with the hot blood of passion. Her hand stroked me up and down until I was nearly insane, the pressure ready to burst forth into her world.
"Cum inside me," she pleaded.
"You sure?" I asked her.
"Please."
I approached her hot womanhood and caressed it lovingly. Grabbing my hard shaft, I found her swollen opening and slowly inserted myself into her. She was very tight and her untested beauty met the newness of my entry with a slight resistance. I closed my eyes and pushed. I heard her moan, and asked her if she was okay. She said she was wonderful; make love to her. I did just that. In and out I pumped, building speed as the need within me increased. Angie was breathing rapidly and letting out little cries pleasure with every thrust. Her insides were grabbing at my cock, pulsing over and around it causing waves of pleasure to penetrate to my very soul. I felt my balls tightening and called out to Angie as I emptied my seed within her sacred walls. She came as I came, sucking me inside as she contracted, even as I softened within her. It was the most beautiful thing we ever shared. This moment would be etched in our memories forever.
I laid on top of her, not wanting to ever move. She held me close, not wanting me to release her. We stayed in our embrace, connected so intimately, for many minutes. Then I crawled over and snuggled with Angie. We just held one another until we fell asleep, intertwined.
Angie and I have been married now for two years. We share everything with each other. I helped her to mature and opened up her eyes to the world. She brought vibrant passion and excitement into my humdrum life. Our lovemaking is superb and our friendship grows with each passing day. She surely is my special angel.
My Special Angie
by
peppercorn
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Sat, 27th March, 2010
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