I settled into the hallway and waited the three minutes until the clock on my phone hit the hour. I knew to enter without knocking and to immediately look for the red blanket. Today, when I softly latched the old door behind me, I didn't see him or the blanket.
I scanned the room carefully, my hands clutching the handle at my back, hesitant to make my way inside further. I followed the lines of the floor, up the table and desk. Doctor had left me the blanket somewhere, and it was my job to place myself on it for him.
My eyes zeroed in on a small corner of the familiar red blanket poking out from underneath the desk. I tucked my purse onto a bookshelf and removed my shoes. I slipped my finger under my dress and skimmed the folds of my bare pussy. From the taste, I was mostly sex juices but there was a little sweat from my walk here mixed in. I rubbed my clit a bit to get myself more ready. Doctor once told me he enjoyed the sweat but I knew that he also required me to be really wet.
When I was more swollen and could hear the slick, I crawled under the desk and positioned myself on my knees. I pinched my nipples and adjusted my dress so their stiffness and a little more cleavage were more obvious. Just how he liked it.
Or rather, how I thought he liked it. I never really knew. He didn't give me a lot of direction actually. He was so focused on his work all the time and it seemed like he didn't always have the bandwidth to give me feedback. But I'd been learning him- how he moved, the cadence of his breathing, when his hands would grab instead of guide, what made him seize up when he didn't seem to be expecting to. Getting Doctor's full attention was fleeting; every little cue mattered and I'd been cataloging them for months now.
I continued to wait on my knees, my head bowed because the desk was not tall. My hands sat delicate in my lap. The familiar clock was ticking by, but even that sound made me feel closer to him. He was coming, and I knew he would be here.
I didn't have a sense of how long it'd been when he briskly burst into the room and took his seat at the desk. He began furiously typing, deleting and clicking away again in some sort of demanding two-step. His knees were spread wide but I didn't know for sure if he'd seen me under the desk to come to him. I began to reach out to touch him but I stopped when he began dialing his phone. I didn't know if I should interrupt.
"Yes, hello Margaret. Put me through to fucking Gareth."
He was frustrated about something, I could tell. I sat quietly and let myself take in his presence so near to me. His well crafted shoes with the minimal lines, the cashmere socks peeking through his tailored trousers; that scent of his that was both musky and mixed with an unidentifiable spice. I felt myself intoxicatingly pulled to him, between his legs, his closeness swirling into my pores while he was connected to fucking Gareth.
"I didn't tell you that at all." His tone was edging into argumentative. "I guess now we'll have to open the search back up. Fucking hell."
I could just make out the muffled sounds on the other end of the line -- a stream of sputtering explanations of some kind. Doctor gave a very annoyed sigh as he unbuckled his belt and leaned back in the chair. His hand dropped below the desk and snapped twice, impatiently.
The second snap hadn't even cracked the air before I leaned myself out from under the desk and onto his lap. I dutifully unzipped his pants. I pulled out Doctor's beautiful cock, which was always so soft but heavy at this stage. His tip glistened with a little pre-cum and my mouth wetted.
I looked up at him and brushed my lips across his tip, but he put a finger in my face as he made yet another very important point for Gareth to understand. I stopped abruptly and kept still until his finger dropped and moved my hand onto him instead. Gareth may not have understood but I did.
