jushorny
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(Closed, at least for now, for MsTexas and me...there is a possibility of adding a male character as the story progresses...)
“It’s like licking an ice cream cone ...
You grab the cone firmly, opening your mouth, your tongue coming out in a slow motion. As your tongue makes contact, you slowly drag it in an upward motion. When your tongue reaches the tip, you give it a lil flick. Then you slowly let your tongue run over your lips to savor the taste ...”
Over hearing her say that to a female co-worker just fueled my desire for her. She didn’t realize I was getting coffee, just around the corner from the copier, while the two chatted away.
We were equals within the office, each having our having our own accounts. There were a few large accounts that we worked on together and that had allowed us to get to know each other on a professional level.
Her eyes are what first caused me to want her; they were beautiful, sultry and playful, especially when she batted those long lashes. Her soft lips always looked enticing with freshly and expertly applied lipstick, a look that triggered thoughts of her lipstick smeared around my cock. Her wardrobe consisted of very professional looking clothes, selected for business as well as to show off her figure. It was obvious she took good care of herself. Her body was toned and yet appeared soft and curvy, every man’s dream.
Being in my forties I didn’t think she’d be interested. I was pretty sure someone with her beauty and personality was being well taken care of by some younger stud, a guy closer to her age. However, my senses were still alive enough to pick up the hidden innuendos she’d drop from time to time. I had begun to notice she tended to flirt more with me than the other men her age in the office. At first I assumed she had a boy friend but as the innuendos became stronger I began to think she just might find me attractive enough for something more than a professional relationship. I decided it didn’t matter to me if she had a boyfriend; I was willing to share as long as I received the attention I deserved. Who knows, she might find out that I can give her what she wants better than a guy her age.
I had decided this morning, as I showered and dressed, that today I’d push it far enough to find out just how far her attraction to me would go. I pulled on a new pair of grey boxer briefs that hugged my thighs, manhood, and butt while matching my charcoal grey suit. The freshly starched light green shirt evoked professionalism without the stuffy old business man look. Selecting a tie always seemed the most difficult part of dressing, but I was quite pleased with the silk one selected, spending adequate time in front of the mirror to make sure it was perfectly tied around my thick neck. I pegged her as one who would notice a man who knew how to tie a tie.
It was late afternoon when I appeared at her office closing the door behind me. She offered up a quick ‘hi’, immersed in the report on her monitor.
“Hey yourself,” I replied, moving to her side of her large desk, leaning against it to offer a nice view of the bulge in my dress slacks.
“Shall we finish up the report…or maybe we could find something a bit more enjoyable.”
I know it probably sounded corny and most definitely a come on. While, I prided myself on being suave and sensual, my pick up lines tended to come across lame at best. So be it, as long as it got me what I wanted.
“It’s like licking an ice cream cone ...
You grab the cone firmly, opening your mouth, your tongue coming out in a slow motion. As your tongue makes contact, you slowly drag it in an upward motion. When your tongue reaches the tip, you give it a lil flick. Then you slowly let your tongue run over your lips to savor the taste ...”
Over hearing her say that to a female co-worker just fueled my desire for her. She didn’t realize I was getting coffee, just around the corner from the copier, while the two chatted away.
We were equals within the office, each having our having our own accounts. There were a few large accounts that we worked on together and that had allowed us to get to know each other on a professional level.
Her eyes are what first caused me to want her; they were beautiful, sultry and playful, especially when she batted those long lashes. Her soft lips always looked enticing with freshly and expertly applied lipstick, a look that triggered thoughts of her lipstick smeared around my cock. Her wardrobe consisted of very professional looking clothes, selected for business as well as to show off her figure. It was obvious she took good care of herself. Her body was toned and yet appeared soft and curvy, every man’s dream.
Being in my forties I didn’t think she’d be interested. I was pretty sure someone with her beauty and personality was being well taken care of by some younger stud, a guy closer to her age. However, my senses were still alive enough to pick up the hidden innuendos she’d drop from time to time. I had begun to notice she tended to flirt more with me than the other men her age in the office. At first I assumed she had a boy friend but as the innuendos became stronger I began to think she just might find me attractive enough for something more than a professional relationship. I decided it didn’t matter to me if she had a boyfriend; I was willing to share as long as I received the attention I deserved. Who knows, she might find out that I can give her what she wants better than a guy her age.
I had decided this morning, as I showered and dressed, that today I’d push it far enough to find out just how far her attraction to me would go. I pulled on a new pair of grey boxer briefs that hugged my thighs, manhood, and butt while matching my charcoal grey suit. The freshly starched light green shirt evoked professionalism without the stuffy old business man look. Selecting a tie always seemed the most difficult part of dressing, but I was quite pleased with the silk one selected, spending adequate time in front of the mirror to make sure it was perfectly tied around my thick neck. I pegged her as one who would notice a man who knew how to tie a tie.
It was late afternoon when I appeared at her office closing the door behind me. She offered up a quick ‘hi’, immersed in the report on her monitor.
“Hey yourself,” I replied, moving to her side of her large desk, leaning against it to offer a nice view of the bulge in my dress slacks.
“Shall we finish up the report…or maybe we could find something a bit more enjoyable.”
I know it probably sounded corny and most definitely a come on. While, I prided myself on being suave and sensual, my pick up lines tended to come across lame at best. So be it, as long as it got me what I wanted.