One of his most charming quirks, she thought, was his love of pencils. Cups and jars of pencils were prominent in every room, colored pencils, yellow pencils, gag pencils she'd purchased just for him. He knew which pencil belonged in which room, and he could become quite grumpy if his pencils were mixed.
Sitting at the dining room table, she labored over a poster for the bulletin board at work, carefully sketching the letters out in pencil before she did the final outlines in marker. Four pencils lay on the table before her, dulled from her sketching. He frowned as she reached for a fifth pencil from the jar.
"Don't frump." She told him. "I'll sharpen them before I put them back."
He didn't answer, knowing to deny anything would only make it worse. "There!" She said finally, leaning away from the table. "The hard part is done. Now all I need to do is use the markers to color it in!"
He inspected her work as she reached for a small sharpener, and true to her word, she began re-sharpening the points on all five pencils. Round and round, until she was satisfied by the tip, pulling it out of the sharpener. Pursing her lips, she blew the dust from the point, laying it on the table and picking up the next one.
He felt his cock twitch, watching her blow the dust from the pencil. That motion was strangely erotic, he thought, almost laughing at himself. Pressing her lips together, her chest rising as she inhaled, her breath coming out in a stream across the pencil lead. The second pencil caused a similar reaction, stronger than the first. By the third pencil, he had an erection. With the last pencil, he was moaning.
"What's the matter?" She asked, unaware that she was causing such an effect on him. He shrugged, waving her question aside. She needed to get the poster done, and didn't need him to distract her. "I'm gonna go watch TV." He said, leaving the room.
However, the TV didn't distract him. His pants felt very tight, his mind pre-occupied with the image of her blowing dust from the pencils. Adjusting his pants didn't seem to help. He couldn't get the image out of his mind.
She came to the doorway as he was unzipping his pants, groaning as he pulled his stiff cock out. Instead of disturbing him, she leaned against the door jamb, fascinated. Something about watching him stroke himself really turned her on, watching the way his fingers slid up and down the long shaft, the way he teased the head with a quick double pass every so often. Warmth began to spread in her belly, desire building deep inside.
He let out a soft moan, and she could see the pre cum running down the head. Tiptoeing across the room, she knelt before him, her fingertip smearing the pre cum around. His eyes flew open to see her smiling up at him, her tongue flicking out to lick the head of his cock. "What about your poster?" He asked.
"It can wait." She leaned forward, sliding her lips around the first two inches of his cock, her tongue swirling around the head inside her mouth. He watched her, wanting to see his shaft disappear into her mouth, wanting to see her lips slide down him until they were against the base.
Instead, she slid her mouth off, licking up and down his cock like she'd lick an ice cream cone. Hmm, well that was good too. He smiled, enjoying her ministrations.
Pursing her lips, she blew a cool stream of air across the head, and he gasped; it was the same thing she'd done to the pencil. Encouraged by his reaction, she did it again, and she was rewarded by the first spurt of cum, splashing against her chin, her cheeks. Laughing, she clasped her lips around the head, sucking out the rest of his cum. "That was an enthusiastic response." She said.
"Oh yes." He scooped the cum from her chin and pressed it to her lips. She took his finger in her mouth and sucked it clean, repeating the move until he'd cleaned her face of cum. "Have I mentioned that I love you?" He whispered.
"I think I've heard you mention it, once or twice." She smiled. Laying her head on his thighs, she closed her eyes, letting him rub her shoulders, his fingers playing in her hair. In a soft voice, he explained about the pencil, and why he hadn't been able to hold back when she'd blown on his cock. "So I should do that more often?" She asked, her fingers rubbing his flaccid cock affectionately.
He smiled, his finger tweaking her nose. "I think you got the point!"