When Virginia had asked Derek to her apartment the first time, he couldn't have imagined the depth of Virginia's penchant for sex, a version of which he himself had always dreamt of, but had never found in another. She knew exactly what she wanted, when she wanted it, and how she wanted it. It was that attitude that turned Derek into a panting dog every time she walked passed his cubicle at work. First he could smell her perfume. The scent light, fruity, and heady. He immediately became aroused as she grew closer, the click of her high heeled shoes in a swift and steady cadence that syncopated with his increasing heartbeat. She was smooth, silky, and knew exactly what she was doing as she passed by without saying a word and without a nod of acknowledgement towards him. It was a sweet torture that Derek looked forward to every day with the hopes that one day she would give him a chance to be with her again.
Weeks went by and Virginia ignored Derek. It was driving him to madness as the tall leggy blonde walked passed him in clothes that hugged every curve as if painted on and swung her head so that her platinum blonde hair swished to the side and over her shoulder in a "I'm gorgeous and I know it" move that drove him wild. He knew she was toying with him. She played the game well and was the master of her charm and sensuality. She gave it out sparingly and the crumbs she threw at him were just enough to keep him interested and nothing more.
Yet on one Friday near the Christmas holidays when spirits were high and very little was done at the office, Virginia made her usual stroll through the office down the aisle towards the break room and again Derek's senses were aroused. He waited for her to walk by so that he could turn to watch her hips swing in unison with her steps. She did walk up the aisle, but unexpectedly stopped at his cubicle, sighed, and gave him a sideways glance.
"My place. 7pm and don't be late," she whispered and kept walking.
Derek's jaw dropped and he swallowed hard unable speak. He just nodded as he felt the swelling of his cock press against the zipper of his pants. When five o'clock came, he all but trampled two women in the elevator in his effort to leave the building. Outside, it had begun to snow and the coldness of the air helped to keep his desire for Virginia intact until he could be with her. He rushed home, showered, dressed in his good jeans, red shirt, and green pullover sweater. After all, it was the holidays and he was going to get his Christmas present early this year.
Even with the snow increasing and the roads becoming icy and slick, Derek managed to get to Virginia's apartment on time. His leather coat was dusted with snow as he rang the doorbell and waited. The familiar click of high heeled shoes could be heard behind the door then stopped. When the door opened, Derek held his breath and his eyes were grilled on what he saw.
Virginia stood in the doorway wearing a red corseted teddy that was fringed with white fur at the top of it and at the bottom, garters that held up sheer stockings with little hearts that ran up the seam in the back, black stiletto heels, and a white pearl necklace with matching dropped pearl earrings. Her makeup was meticulously done. Her hair was loose with her blonde tresses pushed to one side and cascaded over her shoulders in a waterfall effect and her perfume was intoxicating. She was class from the top of her head to sweet curves of her ass and Derek knew it.
He tried not to look too eager, but Derek could not help licking his lips as he perused her body slowly drinking in the fullness of her breasts that pushed up from the corset and threatened to tumble out. Her waist was cinched in and the white fur at the bottom delicately swung with the curves of her hips as she walked.
"Well Derek," she purred. "Tis the season to get your jollies."
Derek grinned broadly and had all he could do not to grab Virginia and press her to him, kiss her, and ravage her in the hallway. As if Virginia could read his mind, she motioned him to enter her apartment where he closed the door behind him while his eyes kept watch as she strolled into the living room and sat on the white sofa. She leaned back, crossed her legs, and waited for him.
"Come a little closer," she said patting the seat next to her with her hand. "You can't have your Christmas present if you're way over there and I'm way over here," she smiled impishly.
Derek took his cue and removed his coat and tossed it over a chair. He then headed towards Virginia and eagerly sat next to her. He went to put his hand on her knee, but she pushed him away.
"You know the rules," she said firmly.
Derek felt his heart begin to thump in his chest. "Yes," it was going to be the same. The same as it was before, but there would be more and it tantalized him.
