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Could I possibly make it real?
I scheduled the meeting for Valentine's Day. A room full of people, but he will be there. He wants me I know he does; I can see it in his eyes every time he looks at me. When he is near me he seems to inhale me. As I shower I think of how the scented body oil am rubbing over my body will entice him. I shampoo my hair with the shampoo that will hold the fragrance as he stands behind my chair and it brushes his cheek. I exit the shower and rub my lotion on my arms then my legs and the cheeks of my ass. For the final touch, I open the perfume bottle and touch the stopper behind my ears and trace a trail down between my breasts.
As I select my clothing for this day, I choose a very sheer blouse, to cover my lacy slip. The lace is fine enough that if you look closely you can see the outline of my nipples through the fabric and transparency of the top. Covering this with a business suit seems a shame. I pull on the skirt arranging it so that the lace tops of my thigh high stockings will show when I am seated across from him. I slip on my jacket then buckle my high heels at the ankle.
Driving to the office I pull out my sexy CD and slip it into the player. This music always makes me think of sex … smooth and seductive. Arriving early I am pleased to find him already sitting in the conference room … alone.
We exchange pleasantries and I remove my jacket to place it on the back of my chair. His glance drops to my breasts and notices my efforts to allow him a peek through the softness that covers them. I sit beside him, turning my chair towards his view. My skirt rises slightly. I shift in my chair to remove papers from my bag. His intense study catches a glimpse of my bare pussy and I hear his breath draw in.
I lay the papers on the table crossing my legs. His eyes trail from my heels to the Lacey top clinging my thigh, returning again to my breasts.
He stands moving behind my chair to view the papers as I go over the topics for the meeting. Leaning over me inhales my scent his nose barely brushing the back of my hair.
As I read blindly saying the words my thoughts are only on him. His hand resting on the table, his fingers entice me with thoughts of the pleasure they could bring me. His arm brushes my shoulder and the heat races through my body. My heart seems to beat faster and my cheeks flush. I look into his eyes to see an intensity of pure lust. His erection now obvious he returns to his seat as he hears the others in attendance approach the room, pulling his seat far under the table to hide his arousal.
Purposely I have left out an important part of the project he is covering. I suggest we meet next week to discuss and review his ideas. I wait for his call … for his suggestion of where we should meet. Hoping and longing for him to make me his, all he must do is make the first move.
I scheduled the meeting for Valentine's Day. A room full of people, but he will be there. He wants me I know he does; I can see it in his eyes every time he looks at me. When he is near me he seems to inhale me. As I shower I think of how the scented body oil am rubbing over my body will entice him. I shampoo my hair with the shampoo that will hold the fragrance as he stands behind my chair and it brushes his cheek. I exit the shower and rub my lotion on my arms then my legs and the cheeks of my ass. For the final touch, I open the perfume bottle and touch the stopper behind my ears and trace a trail down between my breasts.
As I select my clothing for this day, I choose a very sheer blouse, to cover my lacy slip. The lace is fine enough that if you look closely you can see the outline of my nipples through the fabric and transparency of the top. Covering this with a business suit seems a shame. I pull on the skirt arranging it so that the lace tops of my thigh high stockings will show when I am seated across from him. I slip on my jacket then buckle my high heels at the ankle.
Driving to the office I pull out my sexy CD and slip it into the player. This music always makes me think of sex … smooth and seductive. Arriving early I am pleased to find him already sitting in the conference room … alone.
We exchange pleasantries and I remove my jacket to place it on the back of my chair. His glance drops to my breasts and notices my efforts to allow him a peek through the softness that covers them. I sit beside him, turning my chair towards his view. My skirt rises slightly. I shift in my chair to remove papers from my bag. His intense study catches a glimpse of my bare pussy and I hear his breath draw in.
I lay the papers on the table crossing my legs. His eyes trail from my heels to the Lacey top clinging my thigh, returning again to my breasts.
He stands moving behind my chair to view the papers as I go over the topics for the meeting. Leaning over me inhales my scent his nose barely brushing the back of my hair.
As I read blindly saying the words my thoughts are only on him. His hand resting on the table, his fingers entice me with thoughts of the pleasure they could bring me. His arm brushes my shoulder and the heat races through my body. My heart seems to beat faster and my cheeks flush. I look into his eyes to see an intensity of pure lust. His erection now obvious he returns to his seat as he hears the others in attendance approach the room, pulling his seat far under the table to hide his arousal.
Purposely I have left out an important part of the project he is covering. I suggest we meet next week to discuss and review his ideas. I wait for his call … for his suggestion of where we should meet. Hoping and longing for him to make me his, all he must do is make the first move.
