Her leg bounced rhythmically up and down, on the balls of her feet. She was turned towards her computer which offered me the chance to check her out more closely. Although she was wearing loose faded denim jeans they clung just enough to define the outlines of her calf. It was hypnotic in a way, and I couldn't take my eyes off it. My eyes began to trace the vibrations up, watching her knee shake then tracing up her thigh. My view was interrupted as she waved her hand in front of my face.
"Hey are you spacing out there?"
She was smiling; she knew I hadn't been paying attention. If she knew where my mind had been going though, she might not have looked as amused.
"Yea just, uh...thinking. Nothing important though what were you saying?"
She started again turning back towards her computer screen, but I was already zoned back out. It's difficult to concentrate, she's absolutely gorgeous and despite the conservative jeans and baggy t-shirt, she was stunning. She was about 5' 8" with long light brown hair. Her skin is creamy white, delicate and soft looking. Although she typically wore her hair up, I knew from the times it was down that it was long, curly and perfectly suited to her. Her breasts were perfectly sized shapely without being overwhelming. Her hips were curvy and it was hard not to imagine grasping on to them from behind. She radiated sexuality, and it had slowly begun to consume my thoughts.
"Ah that makes sense"
I had no idea what I had just said that to, but judging by the look on her face it fit. Phew, score one for me. That would buy me another minute or so of head nodding. Unconsciously I must have been leaning forward because as she turned around to face me again I was close enough to catch the faint scent of her. I was completely lost in thought for a moment, as she filled my senses. I was fighting a losing battle. Her eyes were alluring, aloof, and mischievous even. Cat...Her name fit her so well.
"I lost you again didn't I?"
I hadn't noticed that she had stopped talking. I really needed to clear my head, she was getting to me. I don't know how badly I might have blushed, but I could feel my face flush with red. She smiled but didn't say anything, she was difficult to read.
"Maybe we should grab some coffee, give us a chance to wake up?"
I was a little worried about having to stand up so quickly so I made an excuse to re-tie my shoe while I desperately tried to think of my mother, baseball, and Janet Reno all at the same time. By the time I stood, I had brought myself back under control enough to walk to the break room with her.
We made small talk as we walked, I allowed myself to lag behind only slightly so I could observe her hips sway as she walked. She moved fluidly and quietly, unlike most people who rarely pay attention to the sound of their own footsteps she barely made any sound as she moved.