I watch you as you look around your quiet office. You have been working so hard but something catches your senses and you cannot figure out where it's coming from. You feel a tingling on the nape of your neck as if a cool breeze has passed through an open window. The hairs on your arms start to prickle up, you feel as if you are being watched and don't know where the feeling is coming from.
You press your intercom and hear your secretary's voice and ask if she had come in unannounced a little bit ago and slipped out. She negates that fact and your mind starts to spin as you get a slight whiff of perfume and cinnamon.
You hang up with your secretary and glance about frantically...maybe you have been working too hard, you are delirious...were you really working or were you thinking of me?
You stand up to pace your office, thankful that it is private as your pants are tented out in front of you. This feeling, whatever it is, is wildly erotic and you can't explain it away.
Again, there's the tingle on your neck and a hint of cinnamon and perfume in the air. You whip your head around trying to catch a glimpse of me because you know that I must be there.
You whisper my name, just barely audibly, "Kiki, is that you?"
There is no answer to your inquiry and you laugh at yourself for being so childish and losing yourself in your fantasies. You cross the room to your desk and pick up the case file you had been staring at earlier. It's time to get back to work, you tell yourself sternly. But, just one more time, you inhale the air around you to see if my scent will assault your senses once again.
I am quietly creeping up behind your overstuffed, black leather office chair. I know from the stiffness of your back that you feel my presence. I also know from the stiffness in your pants that you are aroused by the scent of me in your nostrils.
I took great care in getting ready for you today. I am perfectly shaved in just the right spots, there's not a hair on my head that is flat or out of place. I made sure I used my blackberry sparkle lotion just to add a little glitter to my silky body for you. That's the "perfume" you smell, it's light and smells of spring. My makeup is done to perfection, my eyes and lips over accentuated for your viewing pleasure. Black, thigh-high stockings with a line straight down the back in perfect position envelope my muscular legs and taper down into my black 4" high pumps. My red leather mini skirt is just barely long enough to cover the bottom curve of my ass. You can see the garter I am wearing peeking out from under the front hem. And my black leather bustier is pushing my triple d's into heaving peaks of pleasure.
You still have not seen me yet, I think you are afraid to turn around for fear that the ghost fantasy of me will disappear again and leave you in a whirlwind of desire.
The smell of me was overpowering your senses and you started to turn around for one last look, but shook off the temptation and tried to focus on your brief in front of you. If you were going to be able to perform in court, you needed this time to get everything in order.
"Get a grip Mac," you tell yourself out loud. "She's not here, it's impossible. She doesn't even know where you live, let alone where you work!"
I stifled a little giggle...never underestimate the powers of a criminal investigative student. When I want something bad enough, I can usually get it.
I wait quietly behind you, listening to you deeply inhale what you believe to be the scent of a ghost and my desire for you is increasing with each breath you take. I am trying to breathe through my nose so that you can't smell the cinnamon so heavily on my breath. That would certainly make you turn around and discover me.
A small moan escapes you and I see the hair rise on your arms. I see you shiver involuntarily as you take another deep breath of me. Still, I cannot believe my good fortune of keeping you at bay and guessing for so long already. I can tell that you are deep into your case brief and absentmindedly you move one hand to your crotch. You lazily stroke your steely cock through your pants as you read.
Tell me, is your mind on your case or on me?
I so badly want to reach up under my skirt and touch my aching pussy but fear of giving myself away to you keeps me from moving...watching you, I moan inwardly and want to take you right then and there.
I watch you just a little bit longer and the folder that you are supposedly studying starts to tip toward your stomach as you lean back in your chair to unbutton your pants and pull your huge, throbbing cock out.
"I sure wish you were here baby," you speak to the air...hoping that your fantasy spreads across the miles to me without the use of a computer.
