You sit in the drivers seat of your car, just staring at the gray, plastered building, engulfed by Redwood trees. It was a dream location for your job. To be a nationally known script doctor and writer, you had to have the best. You made sure, that when you got here, everything about the place gave you a good feeling, from the parking lot, to the janitor's closet. It all had to be right, so you could be right for the morning ahead.
You reach with your left hand to the car door handle, to open it of course. You put one foot on the ground and push yourself from the car with the other. When the door closes, you just stand there, absorbing the atmosphere. Your first action was breathing in the deep air. Smelling the pine and hearing the sound of distant birds. Of course then you suddenly realize that you are going to be late, if you keep doing this. Therefore, you run to the front door grab the long, gold handle and pull.
As you rush past the front desk, you think to yourself, will I need a guard posted nah. As you enter the elevator, you notice the nice, smooth music emanating from the speakers above. You close your eyes and just breath in deep, to recover from that brisk sprint you had. The door dings and opens. In front of you, is a black middle aged woman, behind a white marbled desk, she is wearing a pencil in her 'bun' up hair. She looks up from her task and begins to greet you. She stands up and extends her hand with a hearty smile. As you get off the elevator you too give a hearty smile, and extend your hand. Your hands touch and grab. As a shaking of the hands commences, she starts the conversation.
"Hello, my name is Alice, I'm the secretary you hired?"
You notice how happy she seems to be acting on a Monday morning. Must be the atmosphere you choose, good choice. You return her warm greeting.
"Ahh yes. Alice I hope you're ready, cause I can be a busy guy."
You both finish the handshake and she gives you a 'don't worry' look.
"You need not worry, I was known as the best in my field. I am here to work for you, Mister… umm, I do not think I got your name?
You scold yourself for not doing so in the first place. Nevertheless, you come back nice and strong with the correct response. You tell her your name and she looks pleased. Then gives a sudden expression of seriousness.
"I hate to break the friendly mood, but I am a strict one, is it OK if I call you Sir?"
Do you mind you think quickly, and of course, you give her a response just as quick.
"If it makes you feel more comfortable, Sir is just fine"
You both give smiles and return to your jobs. She sits down, and you walk to the right of her desk. There is a door, white as the rest of the walls, except this has a brass nameplate on it. You grab the knob and twist. It opens smoothly.
As the door swings inwardly, a cool, breeze of redwood air flows briskly past your face. In this office is a redwood desk and behind it is a black, leather chair. To your left, is an immense bookshelf, from floor to ceiling and corner to corner. That too is redwood. The whole office is a redwood theme, a very warm feeling. Along with two windows, behind and on either side of the leather chair. You step onto the low-level carpeting and head for your new desk. As you sit in your chair, you suit rubs on the leather and give a rather, embarrassing noise. For some reason, you look around to see if any one had heard that. Your office door is closed, and you knew for sure, the sound did not carry out to the front office.
As you come back to your senses, a picture frame on top of your desk catches your eyes. The frame is made of gold leaf, and the person inside is worth more. Your wife. You pick up the picture frame with your hand and admire how you could have been so lucky. You stare at her long, pony tailed, purple hair, her one radiant eye, her seductive smile, and the way she is giving a glance, as if to say "Take me now, and feel my every essence!" Your mood is suddenly broken when you hear Alice's voice over the speakerphone. You put the Frame down, and click in to talk back.
"Yes Alice?"
"There's a Mr. Johnson, says he needs advice on a plot line?"
"Put him through Alice."
People depend upon you. If it were not for you, they never would have been able to make the 100th Bond movie. It almost got an Oscar. It would of, if you were the writer. As you talk to Mr. Johnson, it makes you feel so powerful, godly almost. You are not even sure if you are supposed to feel that, in this line of work. But you do, and you feel ever more confident knowing so.
It had been a long and hard Monday. The calls kept coming in, and tomorrow was yet another day. You think to yourself, The only thing that keeps me going is to know I have a loving wife who I can trust to tell my daily worries. BOOP! A sound announcing Alice's voice, over the speakerphone.
"Sir, your wife is on the other line, says it's an emergency?"
"Oh shit!"
"What!?"
"Oh, sorry not you. Put her on please."
How could you of not been ready, you had planed for this moment in time, when your wife needed you the most! You check your desk calendar, on it is announced a full moon. Damn, what have you been doing all this time, oh wait, that's right, working. Tee hee.
"Hello honey, are you all right?" you ask. You wife comes on with hard breathing, she is sounding in distress.
"I need you home, NOW! It's happening again, emmm, PLEASE, before you miss it!"
"Oh yes, yes, yes, yes! I'm on my way right now!"
You grab your stuff and head out the door. As you burst from your office, Alice gets up from her chair in shock. You run for the elevator and call it up, at the same time cursing its slowness. You are about to run for the stairs door, when Alice stops you with a question.
"Sir! What is going on, is your wife all right?"
You turn around in annoyance to give her a brief.
"Alice just listen and do as I say! My wife Leela … uhh… needs me RIGHT NOW! I will explain later. Tell everyone to call back tomorrow, or send it in. Once you have done that, you have the rest of the day off. Good bye, and see you tomorrow!"
You burst out the door, and rush down the stairs to the parking lot! As you sprint for the car, you get your keys out and enter through the driver's seat door. You start the car's ignition, and a light, levitated feeling of the car hovering, gives you relief as you pull out of your parking space, and zoom out the lot!
You race around corners and brace yourself for a head on collision. Only when you reach the front gate of your estate, do you feel much better. The gate swings open and leads you into the circled driveway. You go counter clockwise on your way to the front door. You exit your car, and head up to the front entrance. You open the front door to a grand entrance hall. A red carpet leads up straight from the front door, to the second story landing. Two staircases, one on the left, and one on the right, circle up to landing. You start to undo your tie and remove your shoes as you call to your wife.
"Leela, I'm home and ready! Leela?"
There is no answer. You heart only starts to pump harder in your chest, could you have missed your chance, the only chance until next month! You run up one of the staircases and head for the landing. Straight ahead of the landing rail, over looking the first floor entrance, there is a double door entrance behind the rail, and not too far away. It is getting closer as you walk briskly to it. The doorway is not open, so you burst through it, opening both doors inwardly. As you stand there, your gaze is now upon your primary target, your wife, Leela.
Leela is leaning against the bedpost, wearing only a T-shirt and a pair of black shorts. A seductive gaze is upon you, as she begins to walk slowly to you. As she walks, her ponytail swings, gently back and forth. When she is in front of you, she drapes her arms over your shoulders, and then wraps her arms around your neck, and comes in for a kiss! You feel the soft, moistness of her lips as they press against yours! She widens her mouth and then slips her tongue onto yours!
Once you get your senses back, you grab around her waist and kiss back! Your tongue is now making love to hers; your lips come in and out as you kiss her passionately! Leela pulls her head away and places an index finger on your lips. She gives a teasing smile and pulls away from your grasp. She turns her back and walks towards the bed.
You watch her as she reaches with her hands and pulls off her shirt. She takes it in one hand, and flings it behind her. It drops next to your side. You only stand there; hypnotized by the little strip game she is playing. You then start to undo your shirt and get those darn pants off. You watch her as she reaches to her waist and begins to pull her shorts down, ever so slowly. As she sways her hips, the black shorts hug ever curve on her back side Once dropped around her ankles, the shorts reveal a smooth, tight butt, that looks smoother then silk it self.
Leela then bends at the waist, to begin to crawl up onto the bed comforter. She crawls on her hands, and knees and stops mid way, to the pillows. She looks behind herself to find you pulling your socks off. She gives you a plea look, as if to beg you to come and be with her.
You take the same path she did, and you to crawl on your hands, and knees onto the comforter. Once you reach her, you roll over so you are both facing each other. You both grab for each other and pull together! You can feel her bare breast against your chest, and once your hips connect, you can feel new life being breathed into your body! You both roll over so that you are now on top! You put both hands on either side of Leela's head and push you chest up ward. You now begin to rub your groin against hers, ever so softly. Pushing and pushing and pushing! You can hear Leela giving pleasure moans!
"Emmm, emmm, emmm, emmmm, uhhh, huu, hu, uhh, uhh!"
You just continue rubbing her tenderness, harder and harder! You too give some groans of pleasure, but you try to keep yours low, so you can hear Leela's moans more clearly. She grabs your hips! She starts to tug, pulling harder and harder! She continues with the moaning!
"Uhh, uhh uhh uuhh uuhhh uhh uhh!"
She then grabs your shoulders and pulls you down! You both roll over, now she is on top! She sits up straight, putting her hands on your chest. You chest is now sweaty and hard. She begins to hop up, and down, riding you like a bronco! Up, and down, up, and down, up, and down, up, and down! Her moaning has increased!
"Uh, uhh, uhh, uh, uuhhh, hu, hu, hu, uhhhh, uhhhh!"
You grab her at the waist! Your hands grabbing the soft skin of hers make you only horny! You hands get her going in a more circular motion, up, around, and back down. In addition, she is still moaning hard! It only turns you on even more! Your groans get more intense and harder! You watch her breast, as they bounce, ever so lightly, you grab at them! You feel their softness, rubbing up, and down her cleavage! You rub your fingertips lightly over her nipples, they are hard, and so are you! Her hands fly to the tops of yours! She grabs the top of your hands and pushes them against her breast! Now her tone of moans has changed!
"Ugh, emmm, emmmm, emmm, emmm, emm!"
She starts to speed up, her process! You bring your hands down from the breast, and she keeps her own there, feeling her own breasts, rubbing them! You move your hands down to her thighs, rubbing up and down them, massaging them, then moving up her thighs, to her butt! You rub her butt cheeks, up, and down, up, and down! Your hands then make it higher, to her waist and you begin to take control. She is able to make out a few words.
"Hump me! Hump me! GOD DAMN IT, HUMP MEEEEE!"
The humping starts to increase, at her command. You thought you had control, but you lost it to the sound of her voice. You would kill for this woman! Your only wish is to make her happy, so you obey her command! She has arched her back forward, bowing her head down, her squinting eye, with her hands at either side of your head! She pushes harder on your groin! Her hot breathe pounding on your face! Her panting is now getting more intense! You know she may come to her peak soon! You must finish with passionate holding! You reach up, grab her back and sit up! You hug Leela ever so hard, hoping into her groin. She hugs back, her bare breast again against your chest; their softness is a welcome feeling! She now arches her head back yelling so passionately!
"YES, YES, YES! HUMP ME, HUMP ME! I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU!
She begins to speed her pace to maximum acceleration! Then you feel it! It is a warm feeling, through your groin. As if squeezing from a toothpaste roll. You feel the sperm leave you and enter Leela. She lays her head over her shoulder, more quietly, saying the same words repeatedly.
"I love, pant, pant, I love you, I love you, pant, pant, I love you."
"I love you Leela, and I will never stop loving you." You hug her tightly, and then release.
You both crawl under the covers and hug close again. Her head is over your shoulder, and she sighs happily.
"Leela?"
She comes up from your shoulder, and looks up at you with deep, wide, saddening, eye.
"Yes?"
"Leela, I love for who you are, and I will never stop loving you for that."
She closes her eye and snuggles up close next to you, with a smile on her face.
It is then you both drift to sleep, holding each other in your arms.
