Slipping silently into the room, she quickly crossed the distance between the rich, dark mahogany door and his finely detailed antique desk, her bare feet silent against the polished hardwood floor. She patiently stood behind his right shoulder, and although her head was down, she noticed every detail in the room. His familiar musk brought a soft smile to her face; she would forever link that smell with him and their years together. The ringing phone broke her reverie. She closed her eyes and let his deep voice resonate inside her; more memories washed over her and goosebumps formed along her forearms as she felt herself becoming mesmerized by the sound of his words.
In her mind's eye she could easily recall the first moment that she saw him. It had been quite by accident and certainly innocent; she had seen him with his son, David, at the library. He had squeezed his large frame into one of those tiny chairs in the kids section and was helping several kids figure out a puzzle. She had been crossing over to the magazine section to find some quiet time, respite from her hellhole of a house, when she noticed him, and she thought it cute how he doted on his son. She sat in an oversized reading chair careful to leave a view of him. His low laugh caused her to smile, too, but she could not hear his conversation. When he looked up at her she blushed but returned both his smile and his glance. Even when he turned his attention back to the puzzle, she still felt the tingle inside her and wondered at, what was for her, boldness.
She sat watching him for another half hour before he left with his son, and when he smiled at her a second time as he helped David on with his coat she could not prevent herself from a small wave goodbye. His grin broadened and he winked at her as he took his son's hand and they turned to leave. She watched them walk away and waited breathlessly, a sad emptiness beginning to creep over her. As he looked over his shoulder directly at her and smiled that soft smile that she later came to covet, she felt her body melt in a way that would become familiar to them both. She wiggled into the chair and allowed herself the briefest of fantasies. She looked for him the next day.
It was not until the following Wednesday that she saw him again, and she realized that he was there to bring his son to the story-telling hour. While the little boy sat with a crowd of children, listening to Charlotte's Web being read, she managed to find herself in the same aisle as him. Again she blushed when he smiled at her, and she returned the smile. It felt surreal to her as she walked up to him; she had never been so forward in her entire life. A small, amused smile played upon his face as he watched her approach him. Reaching out to shake his hand, she almost squeaked, "Hi, I'm Beth." Her tiny white hand was almost lost inside his large, tanned hand, but all she could see were his eyes. She trembled as he said, "Hello. My name is Chuck."
His large right hand grabbed her left wrist, leading her around the side of his chair. Simultaneously spinning his chair, he pulled her between his spread legs, his hands resting familiarly on her hips. She felt the blush start in her cheeks before creeping down her neck. Her stomach tightened and she felt herself dampen as his eyes traveled up her body. She raised her hands, clasping them behind her neck as he had trained her and bit her lower lip as she squeezed her derriere together. A soft smile played across his lips, and she suppressed the sudden urge to jump onto his lap and crush her breasts against his face. Instead she waited, standing before him almost patiently, her desire bubbling inside her.
"Kneel before me, Beth."
She immediately obeyed, her white fingers splayed on his dark pants. His left hand reached out, playing with her luxurious hair, letting it slip between his fingers, falling gently against her pale skin. Her eyes focused on the bulge in his crotch, but still she waited for his cue. She loved when he touched her hair. She loved the feel of his pants against her skin. Where she sat she could now clearly smell his scent, and she breathed deeply of it. Leaning slightly closer, his heat warmed her naked skin but still her nipples remained erect, and he teased her right nipple by dragging her hair across it.
"Take my pants off."
She had to remind herself to not react too quickly, too eagerly, as she unbuckled his belt; she wanted to impress him with her control. She wondered what he wore beneath and was not disappointed when she saw his simple plaid boxers. His legs always aroused her though, and she slowly relished sliding his slacks off his calves, lifting each foot in turn before carefully turning and setting the folded pants atop his desktop. Turning back to him, her breath caught as she saw him slowly stroking his erection. He had released it from his shorts and the thickness stretched through his grasp as his hand circled it. Again, her hands rested on his thighs, her fingernails lightly grazing his skin as she pressed her breasts against his inner thighs. Leaning even closer, her thick hair caressed his thighs as she lowered her head inches from his erection.
"Have you been a Good Girl today, little one?"
If it had been anyone else speaking she would have ignored it, but she acknowledged him, nodding her head.
"Say it, Beth."
His musk filled her senses, leaving her incredibly aroused.
