Vicki had worked late again that evening. It seemed to her that she spent more time at work than anywhere else. Truth is, she probably did. She like the organization of the piles of completed paperwork, the satisfaction of filing and writing reports. These were safe things.
Tonight however her mind wandered to the unsafe, the passion that lay inside her hidden by a quiet, professional exterior. She had been with him in her imagination and in her dreams hundreds of times. It would wonderful if she could relax in his arms now. She could rest against him and forget the world for a little while.
She closed her eyes and leaned back in her chair, propping up her feet on a pulled out desk drawer. She had already removed her sandals leaving her legs bare. She opened up the left desk drawer and retrieved her skin lotion. Opening the bottle she squeezed a small bit of lotion into the palm of her hand. She began at her ankle and smoothed the lotion onto her legs. In her mind he was gently running his hands over her legs. Stroking the calves, teasing each thigh until she felt her heat beginning.
She put the cap back on the lotion and replaced the bottle in her desk drawer. She leaned her head back against the chair and closed her eyes for awhile. The spirit of her imagination and desire took her mind on a side trip. No more was she thinking about reports and paperwork but rather how his hands and lips would feel as they touched her neck, shoulder and face. She could smell the man scent of his body as it pressed close to hers. They shared deep long kisses that sought out the others soul.
Her dream world continued as she thought about his hands removing her blouse and bra. His mouth and tongue tracing a line around her breasts, while his hand cupped her breasts, and his fingers rolled her nipples to a hard pink peek.
