Heatwave Hourglass

It was Thursday afternoon, the end of a long week, and the prospect of a relaxing evening after work was a welcome thought. I worked from home, a perk that allowed me to shed the stress of the commute and unwind as soon as my tasks were complete. My last call of the day was scheduled to conclude at 3:00 PM, and I was eager to finish early and enjoy the rest of the day.

As the final moments of the call ticked away, a knock echoed through my office. It was you, and you asked when I expected to finish. I muted the phone and replied, "In about twenty minutes."

"Any more calls after this one?" you inquired.

"Nope, thank goodness," I responded with relief.

"Hmmm, that is good," you said, seemingly pleased.

I settled back into my chair, listening to the monotonous drone of the call, and felt you approach behind me. Without warning, you wrapped your arms around me in a surprisingly comforting hug. I desperately needed that connection, as we hadn’t had much quality time lately, and I had been preoccupied with work throughout lunch. Just sixteen minutes remained on the call, and I was determined to make the most of the break.

Your embrace lingered, and as you began to pull away, your hands slowly ascended my chest, pulling me closer. You whispered, "Thought you might need a hug."

I muted the phone once more, acknowledging your astute observation. Instead of simply departing, your arms remained wrapped around me as you gently rubbed the upper portion of my chest, just below my shoulders. The tension began to melt away, replaced by a profound sense of relaxation. When you inquired if that helped, I replied, “YES, it really helped me relax.”

The idea struck me instantly – a perfect way to conclude the call: a therapeutic massage!

You continued your ministrations on my chest, then decided to venture beneath my shirt. The sensation of your warm hands against my skin was exquisite, a welcome distraction from the call’s tedious content. You were truly exceptional. As you massaged, I noticed a growing focus on my upper chest, particularly around my nipples.

You giggled softly and whispered, "Thought this might feel good, too."

It did, undeniably. A tingle began to spread below, signaling your attention on my most sensitive areas. Now, there was no doubt you had my full focus. Your fingertips brushed against both nipples, causing them to harden with increasing intensity.

You whispered, "Oops, did that distract you from your call?"

I nodded my head, attempting to maintain concentration despite the escalating sensation. But you persisted in your teasing, continuing to stimulate my nipples, driving their hardness even further. I realized that I was running out of time, with only nine minutes left on the call.

You knew exactly how to heighten my arousal. As you moved your fingers around the edges of my nipples, a sharp tingling sensation intensified. It was impossible to ignore the mounting pleasure. Now, less than four minutes remained on the call. You continued your chest massage and nipple stimulation, and the experience was becoming increasingly overwhelming, pushing me far beyond the confines of my work-related duties.

You whispered in my ear again, “Having trouble concentrating?”

I muted my phone. “It feels so good, but yes, it’s hard to concentrate.”

You erupted in another giggle as you reached down to gently caress the front of my pants. "It's hard," you said. "How did that happen?"

I instinctively reached around and placed my hand on your back, noticing that you were unbuttoned. You were full of surprises. Then, you began to slowly lift my shirt, pulling it over my head and tossing it onto my desk. You whispered, “If I don’t have a shirt on, you can’t have one on.”

I couldn’t argue with the logic. However, with just two minutes left on the call, I knew it was about to surpass 3:00 PM.

You returned your hands to my chest, and as you continued your ministrations, I felt your warm breasts press against my back, igniting a powerful surge of desire. The sensation was so intense that I lost all thought of the call, dedicating my full attention to the exquisite pleasure. You leaned closer, and I wished that the call would simply vanish, allowing us to indulge in this moment without interruption.

You were clearly enjoying my arousal, knowing that I couldn’t act on my desires until the call concluded. There was no way to ignore the escalating sensations, and I found myself trapped between the demands of my job and the overwhelming desire for your touch. I could only stand there and wait, yearning for the moment when the call would finally end.

As the final moments ticked away, you decided to escalate the anticipation. With your thumb and first finger, you began to gently squeeze my nipples, teasing them just enough to keep me on edge. It felt like an eternity, and I closed my eyes, surrendering to the pleasure. I realized that I was completely lost in the moment, unable to focus on anything but the exquisite sensation. Now, less than four minutes remained on the call. You continued your chest massage and nipple stimulation, and the experience became almost unbearable.

You whispered in my ear again, “Is your call almost over?”

I nodded my head, desperate for the call to end. But, you continued, oblivious to my predicament. Suddenly, I realized I couldn’t concentrate any longer.

I muted my phone. “It feels so good, but yes, it’s hard to concentrate.”

You erupted in another fit of giggles as you reached down to gently stroke the front of my pants. "It's hard," you said. "How did that happen?"

As you explored my body, I instinctively reached around and put my hand on your back, noticing that you were completely unbuttoned. You were full of surprises. Then, you began slowly lifting my shirt, pulling it over my head and tossing it onto my desk. You whispered, “If I don’t have a shirt on, you can’t have one on.”

I couldn't dispute that logic. But, as the clock ticked down, I realized that the call was going to go past 3:00 PM.

You returned your hands to my chest, and as you continued your ministrations, the pleasure intensified, causing me to lose all sense of time or urgency. The feeling was so intense that it felt like a complete escape from reality.

You whispered in my ear again, "Having trouble concentrating?"

I muted my phone. "It feels so good, but yes, it’s hard to concentrate.”

You giggled as you reached down and slowly began undoing my belt. "This is so unfair!" I thought, frozen by the anticipation of what was to come. The people on the phone continued their conversation, and I desperately hoped they wouldn’t ask any intrusive questions.

As you worked at my belt, you let out a small, amused laugh. You whispered, “Bet you didn’t expect to end the call this way, did you?”

I shook my head no, mesmerized by the escalating pleasure and the captivating presence of my wife. I felt an overwhelming gratitude for having you in my life. At this point, I wished for the call to end immediately, but if I did, it would delay the project, so I remained on the phone, eagerly awaiting its conclusion.

After your belt opened, you whispered, "Is your call almost over?"

I nodded my head, still struggling to concentrate. But, you didn't stop teasing, continuing to stimulate my nipples. As you pressed against me, I realized that I was at full attention.

You giggled again as you reached down to gently feel the front of my pants. "It's hard," you said. "How did that happen?"

I reached around and put my hand on your back, noticing that you were completely unbuttoned. You were full of surprises. Then, you slowly started to pull my jeans down, leaving me completely naked. As I stepped out one foot at a time, you moved back three or four steps and placed your arms on my hips, pressing your mound against my butt. The sensation was electrifying, and I felt myself completely surrendering to the pleasure.

As I loosened my laces, I heard you laugh softly. You whispered, “Bet you didn’t expect to end the call this way, did you?”

I shook my head no, still lost in the exquisite sensation. I was so turned on, but the call wasn't ending.

You pulled back slightly and resumed your ministrations, continuing to tease and stimulate me. You continued to massage my chest and nipples, and the experience was becoming almost unbearable, pushing me far beyond the confines of my work-related duties. I couldn’t wait for the call to end.

You whispered in my ear again, “Is your call almost over?”

I nodded my head, desperate for the moment to pass. But, you didn't stop teasing, continuing to stimulate my nipples. As you pressed against me, I realized that you were enjoying my arousal, knowing that I couldn’t act on my desires until the call concluded. I could only stand there and wait, yearning for the moment when the call would finally end.

Finally, the call ended, and I hung up and placed my headset back on my desk. You pulled me back three or four steps and asked me to undo my shoes, so I bent over and began untying them. As I did, you reached out and took my hand, pulling me closer. Then, you took my legs and gently began peeling them apart.

As you stood up, you pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it onto my desk. You whispered, “If I don’t have a shirt on, you can’t have one on.”

I couldn’t argue with the logic, but with the call concluded, I realized it was all over. You returned your hands to my chest, and as you continued your ministrations, the pleasure intensified, causing me to lose all sense of time or urgency. The feeling was so intense that it felt like a complete escape from reality.

You whispered in my ear again, “Having trouble concentrating?”

I muted my phone. "It feels so good, but yes, it’s hard to concentrate.”

You giggled as you reached down and began to slowly undo my belt. "This is so unfair!" I thought, frozen by the anticipation of what was to come. As you worked, the tension mounted, and I struggled to maintain my composure.

As you worked at my belt, you let out a small, amused laugh. You whispered, “Bet you didn’t expect to end the call this way, did you?”

I shook my head no, still lost in the exquisite sensation. You continued to tease me, pushing my boundaries and challenging my restraint. With each passing moment, the pleasure intensified, making it impossible to resist the urge to surrender completely. I found myself completely captivated by your touch and unable to focus on anything but the exquisite sensations you were creating.

With your hands still wrapped around me, you started to slowly lift my shirt, pulling it over my head and tossing it onto my desk. You whispered, “If I don’t have a shirt on, you can’t have one on.”

I couldn’t argue with the logic, but as I stepped out one foot at a time, I felt a surge of anticipation. As I stepped out one foot at a time, you moved back three or four steps and placed your arms on my hips, pressing your mound against my butt. The sensation was electrifying, and I felt myself completely surrendering to the pleasure.

You reached down and slowly began to undo my jeans, leaving me completely naked. As you pulled my zipper down, you continued to tease me with your warm hands, and the anticipation grew stronger with each passing moment. Finally, you lifted your hands and gently brushed them across my skin, igniting a fire within me that I couldn’t deny. You knew exactly how to push my boundaries, and I found myself completely lost in the moment, unable to resist the overwhelming desire for your touch.

With my jeans button undone and zipper unzipped, you decided to take the next step. You reached down and slowly began to lift my boxers, revealing my private area. As you continued to tease me with your warm hands, my body began to tremble with anticipation. Finally, you took my legs and gently began peeling them apart, creating an opening for your clit to slip into my hole. The sensation was intense, and I couldn't help but moan in pleasure.

You pulled back slightly and resumed your ministrations, continuing to stimulate my nipples and my clit. The pleasure intensified, pushing me closer to the brink of ecstasy. As you continued to tease me, I realized that I had never experienced anything quite like this before. It was an exhilarating experience that left me breathless and wanting more.

As the call ended, I hung up and placed my headset back on my desk, feeling a sense of relief and satisfaction. You pulled me back three or four steps and asked me to undo my shoes, so I bent over and began untying them. As you worked, you let out a small, amused laugh. You whispered, “Bet you didn’t expect to end the call this way, did you?”

I shook my head no, still lost in the exquisite sensation. You continued to tease me, pushing my boundaries and challenging my restraint. With each passing moment, the pleasure intensified, making it impossible to resist the urge to surrender completely. As you finished your ministrations, I realized that I had never experienced anything quite like this before. It was an exhilarating experience that left me breathless and wanting more.

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