He watched her through half-closed lids as she walked into the bedroom wearing an over-sized t-shirt. Her back was turned to him as she stood before the dresser mirror and reached up to remove the clip holding a makeshift bun in her hair. When she raised her arms, he could see the rounded globes of her naked ass beneath the hem of the shirt. Vague memories of grasping those cheeks the night before filtered into his brain and he felt himself start to get hard.
He noticed her staring at him in the mirror as she ran a brush through her hair, the movement making the fine blond strands crackle with static. “So you’re finally awake,” she commented.
He opened his eyes fully, abandoning all pretenses of sleep, and rolled to his back, leaning against the ruffled pillows piled high on her bed. “Yeah.”
She turned around and crawled across the bed, landing in a heap across his chest. She smiled up at him. “Do you remember last night?” she teased.
“I have some vague recollections,” he answered with a smirk.
“Just vague?”
“More than just vague.” He swept a hand beneath her t-shirt
and cupped her ass, shifting her into a better position on top of him. “I seem
to recall that you were wearing less clothing.”
”How observant of you.”
“Yeah.”
“Do you remember how you got here?” she questioned.
“Here, as in your apartment? I’m pretty sure a cab was involved in that,” he answered cockily. She turned a mock glare in his direction. “Oh, you meant *here,* in your bed. I’m thinking it was the equipment.”
**********
“Is the food here yet?” Josh called out into the bullpen.
Donna appeared in the doorway. “Josh, how many times have I told you –“
“- don’t shout,” he finished for her. “I wasn’t shouting, Donna. I was simply asking if the food was here yet.”
“No. They’re gonna call from the gate when it arrives.”
“Ok.”
She sat down in the visitor’s chair and stared at him for a moment. Finally, he looked up. “What?”
“Did you mean it earlier?”
“Mean what?” he asked, completely perplexed.
“About the equipment?”
“Yet again you have totally lost me.”
“Earlier,” she repeated. “When we were debating about Frank,
the textile worker, and Mexico. I said it was time for some tough love. You
said I should run home and get my equipment.”
“Donna, I was kidding,” he told her in a strangled voice, his crotch suddenly tightening at the thought of Donna and equipment. “Why? Do you have some?”
“Well, no, but…” her voice trailed off in an embarrassed silence.
Just then, the phone on his desk rang, startling them both. He picked up, listened for a moment and then hung up. “Food’s here,” he announced, effectively ending the conversation.
They talked about various topics, including Josh’s eighth grade textbook and CJ’s leak, while they ate, but studiously avoided any discussion of equipment or tough love. By the time the General Tso’s Chicken and Szechwan Beef were gone, Josh was stuffed.
Donna handed him a fortune cookie, insisting that he read it. “Donna,” he whined, “It’s a fortune cookie. They’re a total hoax. You don’t honestly think it tells your fortune, do you?”
“No, but they’re fun. C’mon, Josh. Open yours up and tell me what it says.”
“No.”
“Fine, be a spoil sport. I’m going to read mine.” She cracked the cookie open and extracted the fortune. She squeaked when she read it and quickly crumpled it up, holding it tight in her fist.
The squeak got Josh’s attention. “What? What did it say?”
“Nothing,” she hedged, still clinging to the crumpled scrap of paper.
“Not nothing, Donna. If it was nothing, you wouldn’t have made that funny little noise. Give it to me,” he demanded.
“No.”
He leaned over and attempted to pry it out of her hand, but she refused to let go. He reached out and tickled her ribs, and the piece of paper fluttered to the floor as she tried to stop him. Releasing his hold on her, he immediately scooped it up and smoothed it out.
"You have unusual equipment for success, use it properly,” he read aloud. He looked at her in shock and she stared back, a similar expression on her face.
**********
“It was definitely the equipment,” he laughed as he broke the mind-blowing kiss she was currently giving him.
Donna moved her attention to the side of his neck. “Josh,” she said between kisses, “do you think you can forget about the equipment for a while?”
“I don’t know,” he replied. “What kind of incentive are you going to offer?”
“This kind.” She kissed her way down to his chest and positioned her lips over one of his taut brown nipples. She sucked it into her mouth, lightly raking her teeth across the nub, before moving to the other nipple and lavishing it with the same attention.
“Donna, I like how you’re using your equip-“
“If you don’t shut up about equipment, you are most certainly not going to be getting any sex this morning,” she warned.
“Shutting up now,” he confirmed.
Donna continued to kiss her way down his body, pausing occasionally to suck at his flesh or lick his skin. When she reached his straining erection, she grasped it between her hands and slid the tip between her lips. He groaned at the feel of her soft, wet mouth on his cock.
One hand cupped his balls and she gently rolled them between her fingers. The other hand continued massaging the base of his cock as she slowly slid her mouth up and down its length. Glancing up from her crouched position between his legs, she saw a look of total ecstasy on his face.
She ran the tip of her tongue over the head and licked the salty sweet taste of him from it. She continued her sweet torture until she felt him start to pulse, then released him from her mouth and pumped him to completion with her hand. His come spurted out, landing on the surface of his stomach. Yanked her t-shirt over her head, she quickly mopped the sticky liquid up, then leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on his softening penis. She scooted up the bed and lay against him, while he regained his breath.
He stroked her hair. “You didn’t have to do that,” he told her.
“I wanted to. Besides, I fully expect some reciprocation,” she said as she smirked at him.
“Oh, you do, do you?”
“Absolutely.”
“I think that can be arranged.”
”Think?”
“I know,” he told her with certainty. He sat up, dislodging her from her comfortable position.
“C’mere,” he ordered as he got up and knelt by the end of the bed. He pulled her over to the edge, until her legs were dangling down on either side of him. “In lieu of the promised equipment-” he grinned up at her as he deliberately said the word “- we’ll just have to do things manually. Or orally, as the case may be.”
**********
“You know, these things, they really don’t mean anything,” Donna laughed nervously.
“Maybe they do, after all,” Josh acknowledged as he looked at the fortune again.
“There really isn’t any equipment,” she reaffirmed. “It was a joke.”
He ignored her. “Donna, I think it’s time we get this out in the open. It’s time to see each other’s equipment, so to speak.” He grinned at her across the desk.
“You can’t be serious.”
“I’m totally serious. Haven’t you ever thought about it?”
“Maybe,” she hedged. “But here? In the office?”
“Ok, I admit, the office isn’t the best location for this.”
He got up and grabbed his jacket from the back of the door. “C’mon, let’s go.”
He ushered her out of the office and through the bullpen, grabbing her coat as
he passed the coat rack.
“Where are we going?” she asked, struggling to put the coat on while she followed him out.
“Your place,” he replied as he stopped by the gate and hailed a passing cab. They slid into the back seat and Josh gave the driver her address.
**********
The heady scent of her sex filled his nostrils. He leaned down and softly nuzzled his face in the soft hair between her thighs, before parting her legs and delicately touching his tongue to her moist center.
Her hips bucked up to meet him with each thrust of his tongue. Stroking it in and out, he reveled in the taste of her and the sounds of her soft mewling. He grasped her by the thighs and pulled her closer to the edge of the bed, taking her legs and placing one over each of his shoulders.
His tongue continued to thrust into her until he could feel her start to shiver in anticipation. He briefly looked up into her stunning face and then dipped his head down again to lick at the hard, swollen bud of her clit. She climaxed around him, her hands and legs holding his head as close as possible to her sex.
Slowly she came down from her orgasm and released her hold on Josh. He joined her on the bed, grinning at how totally relaxed she appeared. “I think I just proved that equipment is not necessary for your total enjoyment of sex.”
“I think if your going to continue using that word, sex with me will never happen again,” she mock threatened him.
“Why, Donna? It can be our new private code word.” He glanced over to see her trying to hide a laugh.
“You can mention something about needing some new gym equipment or tell me the office equipment is acting up, and I’ll know that you’re all hot and bothered,” he elaborated. “Then you can come into my office and we’ll have sex on the desk. Or up against the door. I seem to remember from last night that you enjoyed sex in that position.”
**********
Somewhere between the White House and her apartment, they decided that if they were going to be seeing each other’s ‘equipment’ they should probably kiss. The first touch of their lips was like an explosion, a spark that quickly grew into a conflagration, which took them both by surprise. Things quickly progressed from a simple meeting of two mouths to an orgy of lips and tongues and teeth.
By the time they arrived at her building and made it to her apartment door, his tie was unknotted and his shirt had been pulled free of his slacks. Her blouse was partially unbuttoned, showing an impressive amount of cleavage encased in a lacy red bra. They were clinging to one another, making it difficult to get the door unlocked.
“Josh,” Donna panted as she broke away from his questing
mouth, “I need to get the door.”
“What door?” he mumbled against the skin of her throat.
“My door,” she replied. “To the apartment. Unless you want to have sex here?”
Her words roused him from the sexual haze he was in, and he finally took note of their surroundings. They were in the hall of her apartment building and he had her pressed up against the wall, one hand molded to her breast, the other on her ass.
“No, sex right here probably isn’t a very good idea,” he agreed, though he made no effort to remove his hands from her.
“I’m still not sure *any* of this is a good idea,” she commented as she moved away from him just enough to get out her key and insert it in the lock.
“You wound me. After a kiss like that? You still have doubts?” he mocked.
She laughed and stumbled through the doorway, Josh close at her heels. As soon as the door shut behind them, he had her pressed against it and was kissing her again. “I think you need another kiss to remind you why this sharing of equipment is necessary,” he smiled against her lips.
She giggled. “That sounds like some cheesy pick-up line -- show me your equipment and I’ll show you mine.”
“Ok,” he agreed. He quickly backed away from her and started removing his clothes. Soon he was down to just his boxers and she could see his straining flesh jutting out from the fabric. He noticed the direction of her stare and immediately removed the striped cotton to reveal his full erection. “Like what you see?”
“Oh, yeah,” she answered enthusiastically. Invigorated by his total lack of modesty, she peeled off her own clothing, until they were both standing naked in her entry. He stared at her, transfixed by the sight of her bare body, and then reached for her again, kissing her fiercely.
“Bed,” she suggested, as they separated for air. She motioned towards her bedroom.
They were halfway there when Josh decided that he couldn’t wait. He grabbed her by the waist and pushed her up against the wall, his tongue plunging into her willing mouth. She raised herself on tiptoe and he grabbed her ass, lifting her up against him. Together, they shifted against the cool plaster of the wall, and then he was pushing into her, filling her with his hardness. It was hot and frantic, and they both came quickly in a rush of pleasure.
Slowly, he lowered her to the floor. “I think that proves that we can use our equipment properly and successfully,” he joked, as she took him by the hand and led him to her room.
**********
“So what you’re saying,” he commented much later that
morning as they swung through the doors to the bullpen, “is that the office
equipment will be arriving later tonight?”
She smiled angelically at him and answered, “Yes, Joshua, you’ll be able to see the new equipment later today.”
A passing intern looked at them oddly as they started to laugh and then closeted themselves in Josh’s office. “We’re getting new office equipment?” he wondered, then shrugged and went back to filing.
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