I noticed you first thing when you came in the office in the morning. "Wow!" was the one word that I wanted to say but never left my mouth. That short tight fitting dress showing off your beautiful bare legs was what first caught my eye. Then as you walked by, the profile of your large breasts stretching the material to its breaking point. Your hair and makeup just right. My mind foggy with thoughts of desire, words I wanted to say but nothing will come out. Disappointment as the door closed behind you, gone!
Left with my mind spinning at the sight that I believed I saw, or was it just a fantasy. People walking through the door making noise and carrying on, bring me back to reality. However, in the back of my mind, the image is burned. Yearning to see again to verify it was real. With every little break I get, I recall your image and relish in the feeling it brings.
As time goes on, continuing with my work, I resolved myself to never seeing you again. Only the memory which brings a smile and a stirring felt but hopefully unseen.
During a moment with a customer, something in the universe of gods told me to look up. In the distance, I saw you again walking back to your office. This time I was focused. Though the droning of noise around me, I tuned everything out and watched you walk. Every stride you took, purposefully. Everytime your breasts heaved up and down. Your tight smooth leg muscles flexed as you walked in your heels. Your ass, oh that ass, that great ass formed so nice in the dress. Bouncing as you walk raising the hem higher with each step showing more of your delicious upper thighs. As you disappeared again, reality snapped me back. I looked around to see if anyone saw me with my mouth open or the look on my face. I wasn't the only one that saw you. You grabbed the attention of a couple of other guys as we all looked around at each other and shared a slight knowing smile.
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That "knowing" smile from the other guys stirred something in me. Whether it was a little jealousy, lust or both, I wanted you. For the next couple of hours I thought about you. We've talked before in the past, had casual conversation, even shared some personal details. We've known each other for some time but now I WANTED you. I want to touch, to feel you. I want to smell, to taste you. I CRAVE you now.
With my mind racing, and my dick getting increasingly harder. I get my phone and find your number. Texting you: "I can't take it anymore. I want you so bad. meet me in the back storage room in 15min. Knock 3 times." After about five minutes talking myself in and out of this decision, it's now or never. I excused myself and asked a co-worker to cover me while I take a break. Heading to the storage room, I'm feeling both nervous and excited. Will you even show up? What will happen? What should I do?
The storage room was a converted small office. There I paced around like a caged animal. My cock harding and then softening depending on what is racing through my mind. Startled by three soft raps on the door, I jumped. With palms sweating and heart pounding, I opened the door and there your were. I step aside allowing you to enter. No words spoken, looking into your eyes, seeing into your soul and the sparkle, I'm lost for a moment that seems like minutes. I notice you smile. That was it. That was the flame to the fuse. Words from my mouth, "I have to fuck you." I lean down and our mouths meld into one. Lips on lips, tongue on tongue, dancing, sucking, trying to breath. I feel your hand rubbing the bulge in my pants as if checking. I run my hand through your hair as you release a muffed moan. My other hand helping yours unbuckle and drop my pants, releasing my pent up lust. Again you moan as your hand slowly feels my manhood. You break the kiss and start to drop down. I know what's coming, but no, I can't let it. Knowing that if you take me into your mouth, I'll explode instantly.
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