As the afternoon wore on I stayed busy with meetings and the phone, but I couldn't help glancing at the clock every time I passed it and looking at my watch in between. The day seemed to drag as it got closer to five o'clock. The office cleared out right at five like it always does. I pulled the proposal I had been working on the day before, but the harder I would try to concentrate, the more difficulty I would have. My mind kept drifting to our pending meeting.
Finally, after anxiously checking the time again, I just gave up and leaned back to daydream. My mind focused on the first picture you had sent me through ICQ and wondered to the ones that you had later sent me of you nude. They were burned into my memory, but I decided to go the hidden sub-directory and look at them again. I leaned forward to view the picture of you smiling. My focus moved from your pretty eyes, to your beautiful skin and hair, then to your lips so sensual in the dark red lipstick, and finally to your high cheek bones accenting your gorgeous smile. Your eyes seemed to dance in your smile as I looked at the picture. Checking my watch, 5:17, you said you would be here about 6:30.
I got up and walked over to shut the blinds, straighten up some paper stacked on my conference table, and walked down the hall to see if anyone was still here. I walked into the shop and turned the lights on ... then off. I flipped the lights off as I went through engineering, made sure the coffee pot was off; stopped to read a letter on a secretary's desk, flipped the lights off in a few more offices as I passed them, and looked at my watch; 5:53. I returned to my office and sat down behind my desk, reaching up to button my collar and straighten my tie. Then I leaned forward to look at your picture again as I unbuttoned my collar and pulled off my tie.
The time seemed to crawl. Looking at the clock I saw progress, 6:12 or so. I leaned back in the chair, propped my feet on the desk and closed my eyes. I didn't need the computer screen to see your picture. I tried to imagine your body in my mind, your voice from the times we had talked on the phone, what your gestures would be like, your body language, and then tried to imagine your fragrance. I was startled when I heard the electronic latch clicking from the reception area. I jumped out of the chair, looking at my watch, and thought, "I was hoping you would be early!" My anticipation grew as I walked the hall to our reception room door. Your pretty smile greeted me as I opened the door. I held out my hand as I swung the door open. Taking my hand and stepping inside, I held you at arms length and looked at you. "Wow, you are even prettier than all your pictures!" Your slight blush wasn't hidden by your beautiful smile. I set the perimeter alarm code and locked the front door and hand in hand we walked down the long hall to my office.
Once inside, still holding your hand, I closed my office door. Turning to face you, I pulled you to me and kissed you with all the pent-up passion that had been building for hours. You pressed your warm body against me and I slid my hands down your back and brought them to rest on your firm little ass, cupping your cheeks. Your passion met mine as our tongues darted against each other. I could feel your body writhing against me and my cock began to swell between us. My hands gripped your cheeks and pulled you tighter against me, my dick pressing into your stomach, throbbing as it grew. Our breathing was coming faster as our passion built. I reached to unzip your skirt, but was startled when your hands jerked from around my neck, grabbed my hands and pulled them away from you. Your smile and mischievous eyes puzzled me and I was at a loss for words. Fearing I had done something wrong, I tried to think of something to say.
Still holding my hand and backing away from me, you told me, "no, I have a surprise for you and I don't want to spoil it." Smiling, you reached out and rubbed the back of your hand across the front of my pants causing my penis to swell more. Laughingly you said, "Why don't you go sit in your chair and relax
Getting over my original shock when you jerked away from me had done nothing to make my cock stop throbbing. I sat in the chair behind my desk wondering what would come next. You stood, leaning against my desk in front of me, and bent forward to gently kiss me before pushing yourself up on my desk. Then you stood up on the top of my desk and turned to look at the light switch by the door. Looking back at me you said, "since you have that little desk lamp over there between your chairs, is it necessary that we have these bright overhead lights on?" Feeling that you were totally in control of the situation, I wondered what you had in mind. I walked over to turn off the lights without saying a word. You stood there motionless with your hands on your hips and watched me. I returned to my chair and leaned back to watch you, adjusting my hard dick with my hand in a vain attempt to give it some relief. Your eyes on my crotch, you said, "I know that must be uncomfortable, I want you to relax for your surprise. Why don't you get undressed." My throat could barely manage speach, I could only mutter, "all right" as I hastily striped and threw my clothes on the conference table. I pushed my shorts to the floor and removed my socks and sank back into the chair to look up at you
My cock was standing erect in my lap and I squeezed it with my hand to relieve it as it throbbed. You unbuttoned the last button on your white blouse and held the bottoms together in front of you, just like in your picture, then let it slide from your shoulders. You were looking at my hand and told me, "be careful baby, I don't want that to go to waste too soon!" Your hands went behind your back, unclasping your lacy bra and you then let it slide down your arms to drop on top of your blouse on the floor. You reached behind you again to unzip your skirt, your rounded breasts standing out so pretty in front of you. Your skirt dropped to the desk top and you stepped out of it, leaving you dressed only in your shoes and thigh-high hose.