Friday Afternoon Delights by G. Snave

Friday Afternoon DelightsIt was Friday again, 4pm, and Phillip’s last appointment for the week. She’ll be here any minute, he thought. He wondered if she’d bring Bobby, or maybe somebody new. Last few times she brought Bobby. Phillip rolled his eyes thinking about it. No way that kid shaves more than once a week. No way. What the hell was she thinking? Maybe Bobby was a good fuck – malleable anyway, with potential, someone with the stamina to at least try and get it right. Hell, maybe he was the man (well, boy) of her dreams. Phillip smiled to himself. Fifty-fifty she shows up at all, much less with Bobby. It was quiet in his office. Nearly everyone in the building was gone. Ten minutes passed and, more disappointed than mad, he began clearing his desk. But as he placed her file into his drawer he heard a knock at the door, the hinges creaking as it opened. He looked up, smiling, beaming really. “Sara,” he said, in his most welcoming, if overeager tone. “Come in. How are you?” “We’re fine,” she said smiling and pulling…who was it? Yes, well I’ll be damned. Who else? She held Bobby’s hand, leading him into the room. Phillip stood as she came around the desk and kissed his cheek. He breathed in smelling her perfume. It was soft and intoxicating. Her hair flowed down over her shoulders. Her lips were warm and damp against his cheek; he savored this small kiss.

“How’s my favorite therapist this week?” she asked, a faint mocking tone in her voice, so faint really he wondered if it was there at all. Maybe it was him, his oversensitive imagination. She wore a white cotton sundress with a low neckline (and no bra, Phillip imagined) and pearled buttons down the front. She was barefoot, having slipped off her shoes when she entered the room. She was 34, incredibly beautiful, and like Phillip, had been married 12 years. Not to Bobby of course, but she was married. Phillip imagined Bobby knew but was careful not bring it up. Surely Bobby knew; certainly Sara’s husband knew about Bobby. Sara walked back to Bobby and, looping her arm through his, turned again to Phillip. “I’m sorry we’re late, but we got distracted,” she said, giggling like she was, well, like she was Bobby’s age. She nuzzled Bobby’s neck. Slightly embarrassed he looked at Phillip and said hello. She must have hit a nerve just then because Bobby flinched and moved back, shrugging his shoulder. She laughed and leaned into him, nearly falling as though she were drunk. She kissed his cheek. “Mmm, you love that, don’t you Bobby,” she said. Bobby smiled and, to her delight, kissed her lightly. “Hello, Bobby” Phillip said. Bobby was tall, vaguely lanky, and at 23, young as hell. He was strong, too, with broad shoulders and muscular arms. His skin was tanned and his hair was a sun streaked blond, longer than most boys wore. Still, he looked clean-cut, athletic. (Hell, Phillip thought, how can you not look clean-cut if you don’t have to shave?) Just a bit, so he was sure nobody noticed, Phillip straightened his shoulders and sucked in his gut.

“Please, have a seat,” he said, motioning them to the chairs in front of his desk. “Let’s sit on the couch today. You don’t mind, do you Phillip?” Sara said on her way to the couch, Bobby in tow. Phillip flushed red as a wave of thoughts swirled through his mind, remembering the last time she chose to sit there. They had been alone then. Trying to recover, he swallowed, and as casually as possible said, “That’s fine, Sara. That’s fine.” Reaching the end of the small couch she turned, swinging Bobby around, then fell back pulling him down next to her. Phillip sat back down and opened the file. He shuffled through the pages coming to the last sheet. On it was a single note. It read, “You love this game.” He tried to remember why he had written it, and who “you” referred to. Underneath the note he dew a line across the page, placed the date in the margin, and looked up. Sara quickly launched into an account of her week. Both men listened, nodding as appropriate, Phillip scribbling a note now and then. At some point Sara asked, “Why are some people so inhibited?” Phillip didn’t respond immediately, but after a moment he realized she was waiting for an answer. Caught off guard, he said, “Well, I suppose everyone has some inhibitions, don’t they?” Sara smiled. “Everyone?” she asked. Before Phillip could respond she added, “Not everyone. Bobby doesn’t.” Then as if to prove her point she turned and kissed Bobby sensuously. Phillip watched as she playfully snaked her tongue into his mouth.

When they separated she looked back at Phillip and said, “I don’t.” Phillip could think of no response and the room fell silent. Then Sara stood up and, unfastening the top button of her dress, said, “Well, I don’t think I do.” She unbuttoned her dress to her waist but held it closed. Her eyes were glued to Phillip’s. He did not move, did not flinch. Then Bobby sat forward and placed his hands on her calves. Sara closed her eyes and Bobby’s hands moved beneath her dress, up along thighs, revealing her sensuous legs. Then, his hands on her hips, he made two fists. When he did Sara relaxed her arms and the dress fell from her shoulders revealing her full, luminous white breasts. Bobby’s fists moved down her legs, pulling off her panties and allowing her dress to fall. She stood naked now before them both. Phillip’s eyes were drawn to the trimmed pubic hair disappearing between her legs. Sara smiled broadly. He realized how he must look and averted his eyes. “Sara, please…” he began. She cut him off. “Shhhh,” she said, pressing her finger to her lips. Her eyes were wide and her mouth held the faintest of smiles. Phillip’s heart raced and his stomach churned, but he said nothing else. Sara turned and faced Bobby. Through her parted legs Phillip saw him raise his hips and slide off his pants. Leaning forward Bobby undressed, and when he leaned back again Phillip glimpsed his half-hard dick swing back and rest sideways on his thigh.

Still looking at Bobby, Sara said, “Come closer Phillip, so you can see.” Phillip’s pulse raced as he stood up and moved closer. He took in their profiles, Sara standing, Bobby sitting. Neither looked at him as he sat down at the opposite end of the couch. Sara moved closer to Bobby, straddling his legs, and motioned him to lean forward. When he did she bent down and kissed him lustfully. Afterwards she stood upright again and Bobby began kissing her thighs. Her eyes closed and she pulled his face to her mound. He quickly found her clit and alternated between sucking and licking it. Sara moved her hand to her breast, massaging it, and upon finding her nipple, pinched and kneaded it roughly while grinding herself against Bobby’s mouth. In a moment her body began to shudder and she moaned with pleasure as she looked down at Bobby. Then suddenly she pushed him back, bent down, and kissed him again. She groped at his mouth with her lips and tongue, lapping her juices. She told Bobby to lie back and as he did he swung his legs onto the couch. His feet rested next to Phillip, still sitting transfixed by the scene unfolding before him. Sara dropped to her knees and took Bobby’s dick in her hand. He was fully erect now. Phillip was shocked at its size. Holding it at the base, her fingers could not touch her palm and Phillip thought she could have gripped it with her other hand, like a bat, without touching the thick head. Sara pulled up slowly on the shaft causing the head to swell larger and darken into a deep violet. She moved forward then and pressed her lips to the tip, kissing it, swabbing the slit. Then she opened her mouth further to accommodate the head, bathing it with her tongue.
Slowly she took in more. Her mouth soon strained with its thickness and she could go no further. She struggled to hold it in her throat for a moment but quickly gave in and moved back up its length. She was experimenting, Phillip thought, seeing how much she could take, and having failed to take it all, relented, and returned her attention to the head and shaft just below. She sucked him in earnest now, jacking him off as she stuffed his cock into her mouth. Phillip watched intently, absorbing the site and sounds. Bobby began thrusting his hips up, matching her rhythm. She continued for a moment, quickening her pace, Bobby intensifying his trusts. But then she stopped abruptly and leaned back, jacking him off slowly. She stood up and turned toward Phillip. Their eyes met. He realized it was the first time she had noticed him since undressing. His own dick strained in his pants and he shifted uncomfortably. Sara straddled Bobby, one leg still on the floor, and slowly lowered herself onto him. As her pussy met the tip of Bobby’s cock Phillip lowered his eyes to watch her envelop him. Slowly she eased down its length, his cock filling her. Nearly impaled on it she gasped and stopped. She rocked her hips for a moment getting used to his size, then continued down until it was completely inside her. Her one hand found her clit, the other her breast. After a moment she leaned back and rested on Bobby, her shoulders next to his on the arm of the couch. They began kissing then, finding a rhythm pushing into one another, Bobby’s cock stretching her pussy with each thrust. Sara looked again at Phillip, smiling, grinding herself onto Bobby. Then she sat forward and held out her hand. Her smile deepened.

“Come here,” she said. Without consciously deciding, Phillip did as she asked. Bobby spread his legs and Phillip moved closer, facing Sara on his knees. She kissed him deeply, her tongue exploring his mouth. Phillip savored the wetness of her lips, the warmth of her tongue. He felt her body surge each time Bobby thrust into her. Then Sara pushed Phillip’s head to her breast and he sucked her nipple roughly into his mouth. Her head fell back and she moaned. Phillip massaged her breasts, sucking one then the other as her body undulated on Bobby. After a moment she leaned back again leaving Phillip awkwardly leaning over them. Pushing his shoulders, she nudged him lower. Phillip kissed down her stomach and when he reached her mound he tentatively kissed around her there. She moaned softly and Phillip paused to watch Bobby’s cock slide inside her. Sara fingered her clit and arched her hips toward Phillip. He knew what she wanted and obeyed. He pressed his lips to her clit, sucking it into his mouth. She thrust down on Bobby’s cock and moaned loudly. Phillip tongued her clit and soon she began bucking harder on Bobby’s cock. Phillip pressed his tongue hard against her clit as she bounced up and down. Then, arching her hips too much, Bobby’s cock slipped out. All three suddenly stopped. Phillip moved back, looking at it, then at Sara. She smiled, her eyes meeting his. “Put it inside me,” she said seductively. Phillip stared at Bobby’s cock, hard and glistening with her juices. Then in what felt more like reflex than decision, he grasped the shaft. He was appalled at its size, it felt so large in his hand compared to his own. Suddenly, and without thinking, he stroked his fist up and down its length. Three times his hand slid over the slick head and down again, squeezing tightly. Then as if coming out of his trance he looked up.