“So, Mr. Johnson what can I do you for?” she says,
Her long legs exposed, I can see the line of her stockings as she crosses her legs before me. I want to follow that line. Her foot arched to the point to where her high heel is hanging on her toes. A memo pad lays in her lap and a pen in her hand awaiting my words. She has a slight annoyed look on her face as she starts to tap her pen on the memo pad.
“Mr. Johnson you called me in here, what do you need?” she says leaning over the desk.
I can see her cleavage as leans over, her white lace bra covering her tender breasts. I fight the urge to kiss them. I wonder what her skin tastes like. If it tastes as good as she always smells. I feel myself grow against my dress pants. I have to adjust myself, and I think she just noticed.
“Mr. Johnson, um, lately I’ve noticed looks from you. And to be honest I ,,,,,,,,,,,, like it” she says, standing up to face me.
I don’t say anything to her. I watched her button down dress fall down as she stands. She glides over to me. Face to face. Is this going to happen? I have had million day dreams of her, and now I am frozen. MOVE damn you!!!!
“Mr. Johnson, I know how you feel, I can see it.” she says looking down to my crotch with a smile.
My legs finally listen to my head and I stand up. I don’t speak a word. Resting my hands on her shoulders I lean in to kiss her. I become lightheaded by the taste of her, her moans of pleasure echo through my mouth as I pull her closer into me. My hands finding her belt that circle her waist. Unbuckling it and reach up to undo the buttons. One by one. Teasing her, teasing myself. She pulls away from me, gathering air.
“Mr. Johnson, are we going to do this?” she says, her fingers playing with her exposed skin on her chest.
“Yes, oh yes Ms. Jones, we are” I say, walking towards her.
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