Part 2
Chapter 3: Desire Satisfied
Javi rolled out of the rack the next day, energized and ready for whatever the world had to offer. Every fork in the road ahead shone bright with possibilities. A pair of vivid blue eyes below snowy white hair followed his every move. He could hardly wait to see her again.
He showered, got into his uniform and took the five minute drive to work. His apartment was so close, he could walk there but the humid heat kept him in his car.
He knew she got to work an hour later than he and seethed with impatience as the hours crawled by.
He was so desperate to see her again he decided to go to her office during chow and ask her to lunch.
Javi grabbed his cover and walked the 30 or so paces to Coogler Accounting. He opened the door, stepped in and stood looking around. He heard several women gasp in astonishment and a lady in her 40s stood up from her desk in front him.
"Can I help you, sir," she asked breathlessly.
"No thank you, ma'am," he said and strolled between the two rows of desks to knock on Elise's office door.
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Elise had had a restless night's sleep and been too keyed up and excited to slog on the work she'd taken home.
She spent hours reliving the previous hours' events in her mind and masturbating madly until exhaustion finally drove her to sleep. A pair of intense brown eyes haunted her sleep.
She woke with a dry mouth and a deep throbbing hangover headache.
She briefly considered calling in sick but immediately discarded the idea. There was too much to do. She reached for the cell phone on her nightstand and noticed her toy drawer was on the ground and her toys were scattered everywhere.
She snorted in amusement. She'd masturbated like mad woman the night before, imagining Javi's long hard shaft hammering into her.
She put an arm over her eyes and remembered the taste of his lips, the musky smell of his sweat, the heat of his skin against hers, the salty taste of his cum filling her mouth. Her body responded instantly.
She groaned and slowly got out of bed, stumbled to the bathroom, sat on the toilet and peed... forever. She had no idea her bladder could hold so much. Her head hung between her legs and her mussed and tangled hair floated around her like a white cloud.
After she washed her hands, she walked to her closet where the blouse she'd worn the night before hung on the door and sniffed it.
She could smell HIM on it.
Her headache faded a little as an image of him smiling at her from across the table with a chicken wing in his hand flashed through her mind's eye.
Humming happily, she showered, washed down a couple of aspirin with a big glass of water and went to work.
She spent the morning with her head down, totally absorbed in her work. Finally, around noon, she heard a knock at her door. She wondered who it was. It wasn't one of her girls. The knock was too loud and aggressive.
"Come in?" she said... asked.
The door opened and she sucked in a breath and held it.
She wondered if she'd fallen asleep at her desk and was dreaming.
"Hi. Mind if I come in?" Javi asked, his deep voice thrummed within her again and she shuddered imperceptibly, her responsive nipples immediately hardening and tingling, and a sudden heat igniting in her loins.
As when they ran into each other outside, Elise slowly stood with her mouth opening and closing like a landed fish, but not a word came out, only the occasional peep. Her heart beat an erratic tattoo in her chest and her lungs didn't seem to want to work.
"Javi, Hi," she finally squeaked out, patting her hair and looking around for her coat, wishing she could cover her big embarrassing boobs.
"Is this a bad time?" he asked, looking concerned. He'd hoped for a better reaction.
"Oh, my god, no, of course it's not a bad time," she said and smiled her brilliant smile at him.
They took a step towards each other and stopped, suddenly shy and unsure.
Elise stood looking up, studying his face with rapt attention. She wanted to rush forward and wrap her arms around him, squeeze him to her and never let go.
Neither of them moved.
She sat back down on her chair and looked down at her hands in disappointment. Was last night's magic a one-time thing, did she dream it, did she imagine the whole thing?
Javi stood looking at her, hoping he could see her vivid blue eyes. He wanted to take her in his arms and kiss her as he had last night.
When he saw her sit and look down dejectedly, he stepped around her large wooden desk, took her hands in his, pulled her to her feet, tilted her chin up with a firm finger then he leaned down and brushed her soft full lips with his. One of his large warm hands was on her neck and she could feel goose bumps sprout all over her body at his gentle touch.
He pulled back and looked down into her liquid blue eyes.
"You gotta stop doing that," he said. He didn't have to explain. She knew what he meant. "I just came to ask you to lunch."
"Grab your shit and let's go, Dr. Coogler," he said loudly.
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As soon as the door to Elise's office closed behind him, the six women looked at each other in amazement and didn't say a word then rushed to press their ears to it.
The murmuring voices in Elise's office were indecipherable. They ebbed and flowed but were never clear. At least not until the very end when they heard the young man say, "Grab your shit and let's go, Dr. Coogler."
The door opened and they stood gaping at the young man in wide-eyed surprise. Two of them immediately peeled away and went back to their desks acting as if they'd just been walking by, but the other four stood staring into Elise's office.
The handsome young Marine stood holding the door open, nodding at them pleasantly and smiling widely while Elise took her coat from its customary hook, put it on and stood behind him, looking out at the four women with a fond and amused smile on her face.
Elise brushed past Javi and the gaping ladies and walked to the front door.
"Ladies, I'm going to lunch. I'll be back about an hour," she said breezily, not even glancing at them.
Javi followed close behind, smiling and nodding at them as he passed.
They'd never seen him in his uniform but there was no mistaking who he was.