Dear Sir:
It has been 17 days since we last spoke, and I have thought of you each and every day. I know that it was my choice to discontinue our...connection...but that has not made it any easier. I dreamed of you last night and I woke with a powerful orgasm, my heart pounding, my hands grasping the sheets, my body pulsing in pleasure with only one thought: You.
I dreamed that I was at work, at the college, and as I turned the corner to head down to my office I saw a man sitting in the chair just to the left of my office door. It is not unusual to see someone sitting there – either waiting for me or a colleague in a neighboring office, but this man caught my attention. There was something about him. Yet, it was not his appearance which drew me in.
He was dressed casually, in a red golf shirt and khaki pants, reddish blonde hair and a reddish blonde mustache. As I walked down the hallway, trying not to stare, I saw him look at his watch. It was not the impatient move of someone who is annoyed at having to waste time, but the deliberate move of a confident man who is willing to wait all day to attain what he wants.
As I advanced, he turned and looked at me and a slow smile spread across his features. I could not help but smile back, a thrill running through me, generating out from my stomach, an electric jolt which made my heart beat just a little bit faster and my pussy excitedly twitch.
I stopped in front of him and said tentatively, "Hello, Sir." My voice was nervous. I could feel my hands begin to shake a little. It was him. This was so unexpected.
"Well, hello, yourself," he said slowly in his Texan drawl. God, I loved that drawl.
"I'm surprised," I say. "I...I didn't expect..."
"No, I'm sure you didn't." He smiled again, his gaze never wavering from mine. "Why don't we go inside." It could have been a question, a suggestion, but it wasn't. We both knew it was a command. We also both knew it was a small test. I had no doubt that if I resisted he would simply smile, say that it was nice to meet me and walk away. I didn't want that.
"Um, yes, of course...." I had been about to say "Sir" again, but hesitated, turning and peering over my shoulder at the open door to the office behind me. The door stood wide open and the office's occupant was curiously watching this exchange. Thankfully, she and I didn't know each other very well, and I hoped that she thought that this man was merely the father of one of my students, or perhaps even a mature student who had come for assistance with a paper. I gave her a little wave and said "Afternoon, Cassie." Realizing she had been caught watching us, she gave me a guilty smile and waved back before pretending to stare at her computer screen.
I turned my attention back to the man who had now stood and was waiting for me to unlock the door. "Sorry," I said. He was now only a foot from me. I felt jittery and excited. "No problem," he replied, patiently. As I went to open the door, I saw him watching my hands; they shook a little, but he said nothing. I unlocked the door and pushed it open. "Please, go ahead," I said.
"Mmm...no...ladies first." His lips turned up at the corners, his warm tone teasing me and he knew it. I gave a little laugh. "Well, thank you," I responded, my voice flirty. I could not stop smiling.
I walked into the office and he followed. As I put my bag down on the floor, I heard the door close, and I realized that we were now alone, that he was here in my office and then my head began to spin. Oh, I shouldn't be doing this, I thought...I should have just walked away and then I would have never seen him again. Nervousness began to replace my excitement. What on earth was I doing here with this man? This is where I work....
