A Very BUSY Woman

Transcript

Hey guys, real quick before we get started, I just wanted to ask a favor of all of you. If you've already been following me, you've probably been seeing all my posts, you've probably been seeing all the silliness. You see that silly car that I bought.

It needs a lot of work. As a matter of fact, I just brought it to the mechanic and it looks like half the money that I spent on buying the car, I have to now go put back into it just to kind of get it, I guess what I would, I don't know, I guess we'd call it roadworthy. Anyway, I have another little side project going on.

It's sort of a safe for work project. I don't want to get into it right now, but my plan is to give that car away. And I know it sounds stupid, Jeremy, you're dumb.

Why would you do that? You just bought a car. Why are you going to give it away? Well, there's a couple of reasons.

I don't want to get into all of them, but the really short version of the long story is, my feet are too big. My feet are too big for the pedals. The pedals are tiny.

It's a small car. I really like it. I really, really do.

But it's a small car. I'm a big dude and I'm going to give the car away. I'm going to give it away to somebody who really, really, really deserves and likes it and wants it.

And I have to put a lot of money into it, money that I really don't have. I know I sound kind of weak. I'm sitting here begging you guys for money.

In the description, I have a Kofi, K-O-F-I link. If you guys want to help me out, and I know you're a bunch of good people. I really do know that.

Maybe just throw me a dollar or two. That would really, really help me, because I don't know what I'm going to do. I got to get this car out of the mechanic.

I have a lot of other expenses. I want to do the right thing. I love making these audios, and again, it doesn't impact this that much, but it would really, really help me out.

And I tell you what, I'll make you a deal. You send me something, and in return for that, write me a comment, and the next audio that I do and post here, I will, if you'd like, I will include your name, and I will include whatever little tidbit of information that you have. Or if you have an idea for a story, I'll work on that.

Is that cool? I mean, I think that's fair. Don't you? Okay, enough about that.

I'm going to get gone and let you guys listen to what you came here to listen to. I love you guys. Thank you so much.

Again, KOFI, the link is in the little caption in the description. Whatever you could do would help me. I really appreciate it.

Love you guys all. Thank you. You laid on that bed wearing only an old t-shirt of mine.

Your knees were up just enough to put your beautiful ass on display, but you paid me no attention as I entered the room. You were way too wrapped up in what I can only assume was another business email that you're typing on your Macbook. That's what it usually was, anyhow.

You, you're a busy woman. I crawled into the bed, sliding up towards you. I took a leg in each hand, gently guiding them, each one over my thighs, as I sat perfectly nestled between both of your legs, yours folded under mine.

She doesn't look at me, I thought, but then that small smile appears, the corner of your lips and you shifted just the slightest bit to settle your form perfectly against mine. My hands smoothed over the skin of your thighs. I was actively appreciating just how soft you were.

You like to shave every day, and you use only the finest of lotions, and you always feel like silk under my palms, so much so that when I touch you, I always feel my cog react. My thumbs duck under the hem of that red t-shirt, gently tracing along the lines of your hip bone. You inhale deeply, and I can feel your muscles moving with your breath underneath my fingers.

And when you exhale, there's a small, contented sigh weaved into that sound, gently almost praising me for my actions, encouraging me, nudging me to continue. Without words, I tentatively ask if less innocent touches are permitted. I do this by running my hands up your soft sides under that shirt, my thumbs softly grazing your breasts, and the way that you arch your back just that slightest bit while you move your hips, firmly press yourself against me, is your way of confirming and answering me, access granted, even as you continue typing away on that Macbook.

I squeeze each nipple between my forefinger and thumb, and you shift a little more, that contented sigh emerging once again, only a little deeper this time, coaxing me, teasing me to move forward. I make every effort to see the reflection of your face in the glass, the display of the laptop, but the angle is just not in my favor. My right hand slips around to settle on the small of your back, ever so slightly, I hold your forearm closer to mine, I allow my left to meander down so slowly, slowly down your waist, taking my time, finally, finally, slowly arriving at that smooth skin of your sex, I feel my cock react in my pajama pants, I want to touch myself, I want to do so much, so many thoughts are flooding my head right now, I swallow, I think about it, and as I do, I realize that at that very moment, my thumb has already begun teasing you, teasing your clit, just a light prodding, just eliciting a small roll of your hips before my fingers begin to travel slightly lower.

I can feel you, you're warm, that's a good sign, a very good sign, but not quite ready to go, but contentedly, I happily will take up the job of stimulating you, I focus up, passing two fingers up and down your slit, ever so gently, stroking your sensitive flesh, listening to your fingers, smashing against the keys, more slowly now, as my thumb circles and rubs your clit, all the while, I move my head from left to right, trying desperately to catch the reflection of your pretty face from the display of the laptop, finally, getting a brief, brief picture where the light is just right, delighting and seeing that rosy hue that's risen to your cheeks, and the way your glossy pink lips are parting, tiny gasps of what I can only imagine are pleasure here and there, I can soon feel you growing damp, and I allow my fingers to graze, graze just a little deeper, as they continue stroking back and forth, a deep, deep moan is pulled out of her as I press my thumb into you, I can feel your clit harder, and I tentatively dip one finger inside, my cock instantly hardens, a small drip of pregum falls onto my thigh, I hum in delight, a smile coming to my own lips, when I find you wet enough, finally, to really, really play, still keeping pressure on your clit, as I slowly, slowly push two fingers inside of you, and drag them just as slowly back out, your gaze, however, still fixed on your laptop, but your reflection much more revealed now, I can see your eyelids fluttering, the slightest, slightest fit, I can hear your groans, they're in tune with your arching back, as I push my fingers inside of you, I can see them glistening, as I pull them out, and I begin to start a steady rhythm of massaging your clit, and pumping my fingers, and that heat between your legs begins to grow in intensity, every now and again, you roll your hips into my touch, I lose sense of time, and eventually, I notice you dragging, dragging your lower lip between your teeth, which I can see in the reflection, you've stopped typing, your thumbs pressed against the edges of the laptop, furiously gripping it, perhaps, desperately trying to finish whatever email you were typing, I coax small gasps and moans of delight out of you, as I continue my pace, small wet spot on my pajama pants continues to grow, along with the pre-cum, dripping out of my rock solid cock, I patiently wait for you to be done with your business for the night, and I'm sure to hit that spot deep inside of you, that pulls those soulful moans up from your chest, and I keep hitting it over and over, and finally, I watch as you slam.