5:00 could not come fast
enough for me! I know I broke all kinds of speeding rules getting my baby to
Grandma and jetting back over to the school; fortunately, the long arm of the
law was merciful to my restless soul that evening.
I pulled up near the front
door at 4:57 p.m. I took a quick moment to check my hair and lipstick, then got
out and went to the door. Through the glass, I could see him coming from around
the corner at the far end of the hall. I took a deep breath and rang the
buzzer; he responded by quickening his steps. Was he as anxious as I was?
He pushed open the door and
gave me a wide, appreciative smile. "Right on time, come in, I've been
waiting for you." He gave me just enough room to have to squeeze my body
past his. I caught a whiff of 'Unforgiveable' by Sean John; mercy! He wore it
well.
I turned to find him giving
me an unashamed once-over. Instantly I was glad I had taken the time to pick
out something sexy to wear: a clingy yet flowing white wrap dress with silver
strappy kitten heeled sandals. Not a curve was lost on him, I could see it in
his eyes.
"Why don't we get right
to work? I don't want to keep you too late, I don't want you in trouble with
your man," he teased.
I grinned back. "We
won't have that problem, I assure you," I replied, walking into his office
ahead of him, giving my hips and ass an extra slow twist. We went in and with
great difficulty of restraint, sat down to the files and forms that needed to
be reviewed and filed before the next day. After about an hour, the
semi-silence was maddening, and the sexual tension was as thick as Philadelphia
cheesecake. I almost jumped out of my chair when he cleared his throat and
stood up.
"I think we've done
pretty good, don't you?" he asked, gesturing toward the now short stack of
papers on his desk. "Let's take a little break." He came around the
side of his desk and stood behind me.
"Sure, let me just get
these last two forms in this file." I glanced sideways and up at him as he
peered over my shoulder, initially at the papers in my hand. Almost instantly,
his gaze traveled to the perfect aerial view of my cleavage, accentuated by the
low-cut, ruffled v-neck of my dress. He didn't try to hide his gaze; I didn't
try to pretend I didn't like it. I knew he was admiring the slight fullness of
my 34B's, gently lifted by my black lace Victoria's secret push-up bra. I laid
the folder on the table where I was working and looked up at him, smiling.
"Are you hungry,
thirsty?" he asked. Damn, that voice stirred me up even more.
"I'll have something to
drink. What do you have?" I met his gaze; he gave me a soft, twisted smile
and reached for the cooler beside his desk. He pulled out a chilled bottle of
Hpnotiq, and two glasses.
"Is this good for
you?" he asked, pouring and handing one to me. The tips of his fingers
touched mine as I took the glass; there goes those shock waves again.
"Just happens to be my
favorite." I took a long sip, eying him steadily. We made small talk for a
few minutes; then finally, I guess he'd had enough playing and decided to get
bold.
"I have to tell you, you
look so hot," he said, moving closer to me. I was mid-sip; his remark
caught me off guard, and I lost a drop of the Hpnotiq on my bottom lip.
As I went to wipe it away, he
grasped my hand. He leaned in, and with his lips, caught that wayward drop of
blended vodka, fruit juices, and cognac. His lips lingered on mine, and I
swear, my breath left my body. He pulled back and took my glass, setting it on
the table.
"I notice you didn't
resist." His mouth was still dangerously close to mine.
"Why would I?" With
that, he moved his entire body to mine.
"That's all I needed to
hear." He placed his hands on my waist and pulled himself even closer, as
if that were possible. My breath had returned; it disappeared again as he
gently pressed his lips to mine and parted them with his tongue. He kissed me
so slowly, so passionately, so deeply, I literally got dizzy. Our bodies were
pressed so closely, so tightly, yet not close or tight enough. He finally moved
from my lips to my neck, just below my ear. Oh, he was on dangerous ground now!
He was whispering in my ear,
in that damn deep ass voice. "Would you mind, if I made love to you right
here, right now?"
I was trying hard to catch my
breath, with those soft lips and the tip of that tongue sucking gently on my
neck. "I would mind if you didn't." As soon as I said it, he slowly
lifted my dress and squeezed my ass, pulling me into him. Catching the sides of
my black lace panties, he slipped them over my hips and to the floor. In a
matter of moments, we were on his desk. He showered me with kisses, whispered
my name over and over. After what seemed like forever, he slowly entered me.
Slow, deep strokes, alternated with hard thrusts. He was such an expert; after
somewhat teasing me to the edge and back a time or two, we both came hard. Real
hard. So hard we had to lie there for several minutes, on his desk, sweaty and
shaking. I had never had it so good...
