I would also like to thank my friend Sam for being my editor.
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"There he is," I said to myself, and swallowed. I'd been looking for him all day, glancing into his office whenever I walked by, waiting to approach him. Today I've finally decided to do something about these feelings I have for him. Looking around I spy an excuse to go into his office. Reaching over I pull out the case file concerning the recent robberies in the area. This is my ticket in -- he's consumed by this case so I know he'll take the time to listen to me.
I can feel the butterflies in my stomach as I push back my chair and stand up to smooth out my skirt. I'm not an officer like the other women on the force, I'm just a volunteer college student who is trying to write her final paper on law enforcement, but I think he's noticed me, noticed my sense of humor and my smile. It's now or never. Soon my paper will be finished and I'll have to leave. I head toward his office with a new sense of determination.
"Hi, got a minute?" I ask in my chipper voice, hoping he can't hear my nervousness.
"Sure, whattcha need?" he asks. I watch him look up from his monitor and I take a moment to compose myself.
"I finished restructuring your notes on those robbery cases you've been working on. Just thought I'd drop them off."
"Thanks, I really appreciate that! Man, I don't know what I'm gonna do when you're gone. I'll have to think about talking you into working here full time!"
I smile back and laugh at him, then grab a seat across from his desk. "Well, make your offer and I'll see if it's worth my time."
I would love to work for him, to just spend all my time with him. It's all I've wanted since we've met. He chuckles and leans back in his chair, "I couldn't afford you, your skills are way too polished and refined to be stuck here with a bunch of guys in blue. So what's on your mind? I can tell there is something else bugging you. Out with it!"
Well, here we go, I think to myself. "Well, actually I wanted to talk to you about something."
"I knew it. What's up?"
"I was hoping you could give me some advice." I lean closer to his desk and place my hand on his. I can feel my heart racing and I take a deep breath before I start drawing tiny circles on his hand. I think to myself, god, I can't believe I'm doing this. Looking up at him I see he's staring at my hand. He looks up at me and takes my hand in his. I watch as he brings my hand to his lips and gently presses it to them. I can feel the moisture from his lips and the heat from his breath as his tongue sneaks out and takes a lick of my skin. My heart jumps a beat and I scoot closer to the edge of my chair.
"Are you sure, you want to do this?" he asks.
"Yes" is the only word I offer him. He places my hand on the desk and moves from his chair. I can see the outline of his erection just starting to rise and I take a deep breath, wanting to see what he may do next. I look out his office window, watching the world pass by as I hear him close and lock the door. I run my hand across my stomach, hoping it will settle the butterflies that now are a raging flutter. My eyes take in the beauty of two morning doves caring for their young, and as he slowly lowers the blinds from their prying eyes I can feel the quietness of the room engulf us, waiting for us to begin our adventure.
I can hear his footsteps against the carpet and my body shivers as I feel his presence closing in on me. "I've wanted to do this since the first moment I saw you", he whispers in my ear.
"Why didn't you?" Turning my head I look up to his face and continue, "I've wanted to be with you since that same moment."
He sighs and says, "I thought you felt the same thing, but I wasn't sure. You're so lovely and I figured you didn't need another guy hitting on you."
"I'd have come to you sooner had I known you felt the same way." I replied. I watched his eyes as he bent his head to my lips and gently pressed his lips against mine. I turned more in my chair to let my head move closer to his, leaning back and letting my tongue slip slowly along his lips.
"Mmmm, I like that" he whispers as he draws my tongue into his mouth and sucks gently on it.
"Mmmmm" I hear myself moan. I keep my mouth to his and let my tongue stroke his with a fury of long held back need. I turn myself in the chair and face him with my knees on the chair and my stomach pressed to the back of it.
"You taste so good. I knew you would." he tells me as his kisses travel to my eyes and across my nose.
"So, do you, mmmm, you taste like chocolate and coffee. Quite a nice taste!" He chuckles and explains that I had just caught him after having his deadly addiction of Chocolate Cappacino, but he's glad I like the taste of him.
I take my left hand and run it through his hair and let my right lie on his shoulder as I can feel his tongue press against the base of my throat. "I love your skin, so soft. I knew it would be -- you're everything I had imagined and so much more." I hear him say as he continues to kiss his way down to the opening of my blouse. "I've wanted your mouth on me for so long, I can't believe it's really happening, I'm so scared to think this is all a dream and I'll wake up and you'll be to far to hold." I whisper to him. I notice the difference in my voice; it's taken on a more raspy tone as I watch his hand reach for the buttons of my blouse.
I lean back and let his fingers work at the buttons while I slowly reach for his. Together we look into each other's eyes and read the desire we've been reining in for so long. "Ah, a tattoo, I never would have thought of you having one." He bends to kiss the little heart I had gotten on a dare my first year in college. My body shivers with excitement to have his lips so close to my breast. I think to myself that I'm so glad I took that dare.
"A battle wound?" I ask as I bend to kiss a small scar on his chest just above his heart.
"Yes, a long time ago." We finish the buttons on each others clothes and I run my hands along his chest, letting my fingers feel the texture of his skin and the coarseness of his hair.
"You're so beautiful" we both say at the same time. His hand travels across my breast to trace the material of my bra and releases the clasp. I can hear his intake of breath as he slowly removes my bra and blouse with his hands. I let the blouse fall free to the floor.
"I want to touch you; all of you" he says as he comes around to the front of the chair. I turn my body around and start to stand. "No, don't move yet, just sit here facing me." I do as he wishes and watch him lower himself to his knees. My eyes close as I take a deep breath knowing what he is about to do and praying that I am all he's imagined I would be.
"Are you sure, you want to do this?" I ask him, trying to give him a way out or maybe myself, scared of disappointing him.
"Oh, god, yes." he says as his hand moves up my thigh and slowly releases my left garter and then the right. I can feel my pussy tighten in anticipation for his next move. Embarrassed by my wetness I press my legs together. "Don't" he whispers "Let me see all of you". I feel his hands on my hips as he brings my bottom to the edge of the chair. My skirt snakes up my thighs and I grasp its hem and raise it to my hips. I hear his groan of pleasure as he sees my white panties. He reaches up my thigh and rolls down first one stocking and kisses the inside of my ankle and then does the same to my other leg.
"You're killing me, you know!" I tell him as I watch his mouth and tongue trail kisses up my leg and stop at my knee, where I watch him lick its side and taste me with his tongue and teeth, before letting his hands creep up to my panties.
"You like this don't you?" he asks as I feel his hand press against my pussy, rubbing it through the material of my panties.
