Sitting at her desk, hard at work, she decided to let herself take a small break. Most people take this time to smoke cigarettes or refill their coffee; she had a different strategy to get through her work day. She allowed herself to sink into her own mind. Sometimes, she would plan the perfect meal, other times she would imagine the feeling of watching a movie with a glass of wine in her bathtub. Today, she felt like indulging in her favourite fantasy.
She could remember every contour of her body. She could conjure up her smell and taste. Her firm muscular thighs, curvaceous hips, plentiful breasts with nipples the colour of bitter chocolate. This woman's body was a drug to which she was addicted. She was ready to go on a J-e-M bender.
She imagined reaching home after a long day's work, feet aching, shoulders stiff, and in desperate need of a drink. She steps in the door, her friend lounging on her bed in nothing but a cotton kurta that has been worn down to the softest and sheerest fabric. She could see her ample breasts clearly accentuated by this almost threadbare piece of clothing. The weariness of her day evaporates and is replaced with unadulterated lust.
She couldn't wait to put her mouth around it, her slick cunt with her engorged protruding clit. But she was disciplined; she knew not to jump to dessert when there were appetisers to be had. She wanted to savour every lingering kiss; she wanted to build up the tension until they both reach a frantic, frenzy momentum. No, this was not going to be a quickie.