"Yes, I recall both of those promises quite well, thank you." I answered. Smiling back up at her, I asked "Okay, you've got your chance. So what are you going to do? I warn you, it better be good, or we're both going to be in big trouble at the office!"

Kelly giggled – she still did that, sometimes, and I loved her for it – and said "Well, how about this…" – and lowered herself to give me a kiss that made it more than clear she was just getting started. When we finally had to come up for air, I took a deep breath and answered "Okay, it's a start…", making her laugh.

"There's more, too", she informed me, before lowering her head to kiss me on the lips again – then expanding her efforts to include my neck (which she bit gently). From there, she slowly started kissing her way down my body, detouring long enough to lick and suck on my nipples, just as I'd done to hers so many times. Still, it wasn't long before she had eeled herself down my body far enough that she could take my semi-erect penis in her hand, and with a lecherous grin up at me, wrap her lips around the head of it. Over the years, she'd learned what kinds of things got me going quickly, and which ones took longer but had more of an effect on me. What she started doing to me told me that she was in a take-our-time-and-make-it-great frame of mind.

Holding the head of my penis in her mouth, she started using her lips to slowly caress the shaft with an almost butterfly-light touch – something that never failed to get me hard, but in a way that made the process even more pleasurable than the end result. Even as I continued to watch her lips softly dancing along my manhood, I could feel myself starting to respond to the delightful sensation of her tongue caressing the underside of the head and the light suction of her mouth. The thing about what she was doing wasn't so much the feelings she created in my penis – nice as they were! – but the sheer eroticism of watching her doing it, and the anticipation of what lay ahead of us.