Rob had been anticipating Sherry's entrance so strongly that when she finally arrived in the office that morning, his mind spasmed at the sight of her, and it took a moment to slow his thoughts and take her in.
He was becoming more and more consumed with her — and he didn't care in the least.
"Doughnut?" Sherry asked, standing before him and opening a box that contained two doughnuts, a powdered jelly, evidenced by a bit of red jam extruding from a hole in its side, and a frosted with sprinkles.
"I'd love one," Rob said, trying to keep her gaze and not gawk at her from head to toe. She wore a red shirt and a denim skirt that didn't make it to her knees, and the contrast of her black hair and red shirt put the allure of the sugary treats to shame.
"These look great," Rob said, reaching for the box.
"Choose wisely," Sherry said, pulling the box from his reach.
Rob smiled. "I will," he said, and started to take the jelly doughnut.
Sherry again moved the box out of reach. "You don't really want that one, do you?"
"I thought I did," Rob said, loving the way she was mock frowning at him.
Her countenance turned even sterner, and Rob felt a warmth growing inside, an ever-growing appreciation for every moment with her. "I think you want the one with sprinkles," she said.
"Oh, um, yes, of course. I definitely want the one with sprinkles. I might even be allergic to jelly," he said.
"Smart choice," Sherry said, and let him take the doughnut.
"Now don't take a bite until I tell you to," Sherry insisted.
"Okay," Rob agreed, thinking he'd have trouble disobeying anything she told him.
Sherry set the box with the jelly doughnut on her desk and took her office chair, spinning it to face Rob. Her knees didn't quite touch, and the skirt had crept a bit up her legs. She turned slightly to pick up the jelly doughnut, letting her knees come apart and then come apart even more when she turned fully back to him.
"Look at the sprinkles," she said, raising the jelly doughnut to her mouth.
Rob looked at the sprinkles decorating the frosting on his doughnut with whites, yellows, red, blues, and pinks.
"Colorful," he said.
"Look at the sprinkles," she repeated, the doughnut so close to her lips her breath raised a puff of powdered sugar. Her knees came apart even more, revealing white panties embellished with playful flecks of color similar to those on Rob's doughnut. The triangle of material between her thighs exhibited the sheen of either silk or satin.
Rob's cock grew instantly hard.
"Now eat," Sherry commanded, and bit into her own doughnut, immediately putting her hand up to her mouth to contain the explosion of jelly and dough and powdered sugar.
Rob bit into his doughnut, the dough and frosting and sprinkles almost crackling on his tongue as the image of her panties, so like the doughnut, melding with his bite and swallow, almost as though he were eating her.
At Rob's last bite, Sherry spread her legs even wider, her own doughnut devoured, and used her pointer finger to spread a little powdered sugar on her thigh, so close to the colorful, almost shiny material of her panties.
"Now get to work," she said, and spun to her computer as though nothing unusual had happened at all.
Rob moaned, wanting to squeeze his cock through his pants but fearing he might actually cum. How was he going to make it through the day?
As tortured as he was, he couldn't deny that the friction between the obvious sexual tension and the pretense that the office place was business as usual was driving him to a place he'd never before experienced.
"Sherry," he said when he'd lost even the slightest ability to concentrate on anything but her.
"Yes?" she said, pushing a strand of jet-black hair behind an ear and smiling her oh-so-mischievous smile.
"Would you like to get dinner tonight?"
Sherry's hands hovered over her keyboard. "Like a date?"
"Uh, yes, like a date," Rob answered, unnerved by her tone.
She turned to him, careful to cross her legs. "I don't think so."
