He passes her in the hall every day, but he does not know her name. She is tall, leggy, and has long, dark hair. Her perfectly stained lips beckon the deep-rooted dark desires of his soul. How many times had he thought of stopping her, taking her in his arms, and kissing her... a total stranger.
More than once he has imagined her before him as he stands with his pants around his ankles. She looks him coyly in the eyes as she squats, then parts her lips and swallows him, never looking away. Often times she swallows his seed and licks her lips clean, while other times she stops and stokes him until he finishes on her face. In his fantasies, she never disappoints.
Weeks passed and he memorized every pair of heels she owns. Today is Tuesday, black Jimmy Choos. She must have a meeting today, her hair up in a tight bun and her glasses set off her eyes. Green eyes are his kryptonite. Her arms are full of files and she carries three pens and a highlighter in her hand. “Always prepared,” he thinks to himself.
He says hello, and she smiles in return as they pass. He has never heard her speak. He resists the urge to turn and look to see her feminine curves caressed by the skirt of her navy pin stripe business suit. He makes a mental note of the seam of her stocking running up the back of her leg and he wonders for a moment... stockings or hose?
His mind races as he pictures her in his office, bent over his desk with that tight little skirt up over her hips. He draws his hand up her leg and over her hip before he leans down and kisses her flesh. He can sense her arousal as his cock throbs in his pants. He reaches under her, beneath her blouse and caresses the lace covering her breasts.
He can feel her nipple between his fingers and he can almost taste her tender flesh. His mind flashes between ripping away at her blouse and devouring her breasts and the growing urge to take her from behind and fill her with his seed.
“Mr. Smith. Your three o’clock appointment is waiting for you in your office.”