This is a story inspired by an old episode of Frasier, called Martin does it his way. The first paragraph is a quote from the episode, but the rest is just my naughty imagination of how the scene could have gone. Enjoy!
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"He's about 6ft1, with a granite jaw and the broad shoulders of a marine. He's been wearing his hair short lately but that only accentuates his cobalt blue eyes, his chiseled cheekbones and his full, provocative lips," Roz said in her sultry falsetto, deliberately making the description of her boss, famous radio psychiatrist doctor Frasier Crane, sound as sexy as possible. A star-struck lady listener had asked for a description and Roz immediately jumped on the opportunity, despite the faux modesty of her boss and best friend. After the call abruptly ended and the show was over, she gather her things and, slightly flushed and aroused by the thought of this random woman pleasuring herself to the image she had just given her, she went to Frasier's booth to put some tapes and papers on the shelf there.
"Roz," he said, a little amused, "that was quite a flattering description. Were you just helping that lady with her fantasy or do you really see me that way?" He turned in his chair to look at her. In the few seconds it took her to respond, he appreciated her long, luscious dark brunette hair, and her slim but curvy figure. She hung her head a bit.
"You really don't know, do you?" she said softly, a little heartbroken. She turned to faced him and continued. "Frasier, I am so attracted to you. I always have been. Your looks, your voice... You have no idea how many times I wanted to strip naked and hurl myself on that glass partition like a bug on a windshield." She was getting closer and closer, eventually straddling him in his chair. He instinctively put his hands around her waist and looked up at her. Her green eyes were staring deeply into his as the sudden confession made her feel vulnerable but she trusted him to never hurt her.
In an instant, he kissed her. For the first time, their lips met and an electric shock went through them both as they realized that this was about to happen. They were in a building full of people in the middle of the day, surrounded by glass windows, but those people nor those windows existed. All that remained in the world were the two of them and their passion. Each millimeter felt like a mile between them, each layer of clothing like an intolerable obstruction. Their tongues mingling and their hands exploring each other's body, they got lost in their passion. Frasier wanted to take Roz home, strip her naked and place her on a bed of roses, but there was no time. He reached down to unbutton her pants and she lifted herself off him for a second to get rid of them. To his surprise, she was not wearing any underwear and all he discovered was her wet, hot, and eager pussy with a thin landing strip of hair. She moaned as he nuzzled her neck and held on strongly and he started to massage her clit with his thumb. She felt a wave of pleasure and almost climaxed, but she decided to take charge. She lifted herself off, smiled, and knelt down in front of him. He made sure to double-check the sound system (he wouldn't want to accidentally broadcast their coupling to the listeners of Chicago, though that thought sounded pretty hot to him in the moment) and leaned back as he unbuttoned his pants, took out his growing erection and licked the precum off. She took his dick in her mouth and started sucking it, bobbing her head up and down. He took her hair out of her face and held it for her, like a ponytail. She was a semi-pro at blowjobs, but she was also a tease. After a couple of minutes, she took his throbbing dick out of her mouth, stood up, and opened her blouse. She teased her braless tits and puckered nipples.
