Today it happened. I got caught. I have been obsessing over this hot older man for months. Every time I see him, my panties get wet and my cheeks get flushed. He has this effect on me that I have never felt before. Now, to say I have a crush on him would be too juvenile but he makes my heart pound so hard I can feel the beat between my legs. I met him at work. He is my superior in every sense of the word and when I try to work with him, I get tongue tied and my thoughts get clouded. He probaby thinks I'm an idiot.
About 6 months ago I started working on this project in his area, assigned by another team to work with his group. Immediately upon meeting him to discuss plans, I could feel myself checking him out. He is polite with a deep voice. Has a charasmatic laugh and the way everyone in the room seemed at ease with him, it was easy to tell he was well liked. I was going to enjoy this assigment.
After that first meeting, he and I had daily touch-points to discuss the plan and how things were coming. These meetings were usually pretty brief in nature but soon I felt myself finding excuses to extend my time in his space. I wasn't expecting anything to actaully come of my growing desires for him but I loved to day dream about endless possibilities. Todd was about six feet tall; maybe 180lbs. Athletic, hot dad body. When I look at him, I imagine calling him daddy. His hair was starting to turn silver on his head and in his goatee. I often wondered if that meant his pubes were silver also. I found myself constantly thinking of Todd throughout the day. I would see if he was online so I could walk past his office on my way to the breakroom, attempt to ask him random questions so I could get another glance at him. I was always checking him out and I caught myself thinking of him taking me any way he wanted all over the office.
As I was trying to focus on some things for this project, I went back to the office late one evening. I assumed that with the quiet, empty space, I may be less distracted and therefore able to focus on what needed to be finished. I was well on my way to being productive when I found myself wondering what Todd might be doing right then. Would he be at home, relaxing and watching tv. Is he alone?...the thoughts spiral from there. I hope he's alone. Honestly I hope he's thinking about me. I find myself wondering if he can smell my sex when we are in his office. Can he tell when he talks I'm focused on his lips moving and wanting them to be sucking on my tits? Instinctively I lightly slide my fingers across my now hard nipples. God, the thoughts of how he is in bed flood my mind. I have caught myself eyeing his package more frequently the last month or so. I wonder if he ever sees me staring and I wonder if he does, would he like seeing the reaction I have to his whole package. As my mind drifts to Todd, I take a walk toward his office. The door is unlocked so I let meself in. I sit in his chair and imagine myself kneeling in front of him. I want my face to be at eye level with his bulging package. I want to see his cock spring out of his pants, extcited to see me.
As I'm imagining myself on my knees, I slide my hand down my pants. I can feel the heat and dampness from my slit the moment my hand glides over my nicely trimed bush. I start to rub my aching pussy as I sit in his chair, imagining it to be his strong hand down my pants. I want him to tell me he thinks of me often and every time I come to see him, he smells my desire. Rubbing my clit with my eyes closed, I feel myself get more damp as I moan. I love my fingers in my slickness. Imgaining his deep voice, saying my name. I want to know what his facial hair feels like between my legs. The more I imagine, the wetter I become.
