Fireworks

Fritz was in a terrible mood.

He grumbled all morning that he had to work on the Fourth of July when all of his colleagues were home, enjoying barbecues and fireworks and potato salad as was tradition. But Fritz had a massive project he was getting a lot of heat about, and his boss had strongly hinted to Fritz that the Fourth was a good day to work on it, since the office would be quiet. Fritz agreed under duress, but he wasn't happy about it. "I work for the federal government, for god's sake! I should not have to work today!" he groused to Brenda as he kissed her goodbye, his irritation inflamed by the fact that even Brenda, who was always working, took the day off.

As his boss predicted, the office was silent, and he was the only one there. Fritz shook off his ire and lost himself in his work, quickly losing track of time. His concentration was interrupted by a knock on the door, and he was startled enough to jump. What the hell? he thought. "Come in," he said, slightly suspicious. In walked Brenda, dressed in a casual summer skirt and a tank top, with her hair pulled back and minimal makeup on her pretty face. She smiled at him as she approached his desk.

"What are you doing here?" Fritz asked.

Brenda answered, "well, I figured you weren't to happy havin' to be here and all, so I thought I'd come and give you a break."

"Oh good," Fritz said. "You taking me out to lunch?"

Brenda smiled her sexy smile, and suddenly she didn't look so much like a nice Southern girl. "Oh no," she said in a husky voice, as she reached his chair and pushed it back from his desk. "I'm thinkin' you will find this much more relaxin' than lunch." She then dropped to her knees in front of a stunned Fritz, and by the time he could speak again, she had already unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. "Uh, honey, this is nice, but we could get caught," Fritz choked out. Brenda stroked his cock and it responded eagerly. "I locked your door when I came in," she said, and smiled a vixen's smile. "I didn't see anyone else around. So just relax and enjoy." He had gotten incredibly hard in a short period of time, and he was done for when Brenda took some of his pre-come on her thumb and put it in her mouth, sucking slowly, looking directly at him the entire time. All protests died on his lips when she took his head in her talented mouth and ran her tongue along the top, collecting more pre-come and sucking gently. Fritz groaned in exquisite pleasure and stroked her cheek. She then took all of him in, relaxing her throat so he felt himself hit the back of her throat and go even further. He had no idea how she did that, but brain function stopped when she sucked him hard as she used her tongue to trace the large throbbing vein on the underside of his member. Fritz watched her beautiful blonde hair as she bobbed up and down enthusiastically, and he wondered how he ever got so lucky. Her small hands began to play with his balls, and Fritz started chanting her name, knowing he was close. As his balls began to tighten, Brenda extended a couple of fingers and stroked the area below his prostate, and he fell over the cliff. "I'm gonna…" he tried to warn her, before the orgasm tore through his body and he came forcefully in her mouth. He closed his eyes and tried to catch his breath as Brenda continued to slowly fellate him until he was flaccid, and then cleaned him with her tongue and tucked him back into his boxers and pants. She stood up, straightened her skirt, and leaned over and kissed the still afterglowing Fritz. "Love you," she said, then quietly walked out the door.

When Fritz had recovered, he did indeed feel much more relaxed and his mood had improved greatly. He thanked whatever deity put Brenda Leigh Johnson on earth and got back to work.

THE END