I was so incredibly attracted to this man from the first time we met. I tried to brush the feeling aside, but it would not be ignored. I began to masturbate more frequently and found myself fantasizing about fucking him – and bringing myself to the most exquisite orgasms in the process. I kept my feelings to myself for a long time, playing it cool, getting to know him a little. Then one night I had an incredibly erotic dream about him. It was so vivid and detailed, so real. I could actually FEEL what was happening. It was unlike any dream I had ever had before:
We stood in the conference room talking. I don’t remember the topic of conversation. I only remember the constant eye contact, the sexual tension in the room. As we talked, we seemed to gradually move closer and closer to each other.
Finally, we stood face to face in front of the storage cabinet. We were silent now, looking into each other’s eyes. He put his arm around my waist and drew me close to him. He kissed me softly and I nearly fainted. I felt his warm wet tongue in my mouth. I moaned softly as I sucked gently on his tongue. Our kiss grew more and more passionate.
He pulled back slightly and said, "You want it..." It was more a statement than a question, as if he had no doubt.
He touched my face and then ran his hand down the front of my body, over my breasts, down my stomach and between my legs. A smile played at the corners of his lips as he felt the wetness that had soaked through my jeans.
We undressed each other silently. The feel of my skin against his was indescribably erotic. He kissed me again and put his hands on my shoulders, applying gentle pressure. I smiled at him, knowing just what he wanted.
