I watch you everyday but you don’t notice.

My eyes follow you when we pass in the hall.
I know the scent of your shampoo,
the way your eyes dance in laughter
and blaze in anger.
You don’t know that while we exchange
banal everyday conversations,
a fantasy plays itself over and over in my mind.

Do you want to know what it is?
Come closer let me whisper it in your ear.

Close your eyes…

Picture yourself
hunched in front of the flickering computer screen.
You hear the soft snick of the door latch.
Fresh air rushes in bearing the subtle
spicy scent of perfume to
tease your senses.
You glance over…
see me standing there and flash a brief smile.
Then…you do a double take…
One brow lifting in puzzlement…
Something is different.

I stand, back to the door,
a covered tray in my hands
and a strange glint in my eyes.

I cross the room, step around the desk,
and stop in front of you…
Your unspoken questions are silenced
by my soft husky murmur.

"Please…don’t say anything or
I won’t have the courage to do this and
I’ve dreamed of it for so long.”

A gamut of emotions flash across your face...
Curiosity…Disbelief…Hope…Fear…
Finally I see the emotion I ‘m waiting for…Lust.
A smile plays at the corners of my lips.

Placing the cloth-covered tray on the desk,
I face you.
Standing straight and proud before you,
letting you study the woman you work
beside every day.

My fingertips inch the hem of my skirt
up stocking clad thighs.

Your tongue tries to moisten your lips,
eyes darting to my thighs,
(Had you ever considered their existence
prior to this moment?)
Gaze sliding up my body…you search my face.
Like a neon sign …Lust…Fear…Lust…Fear…
your eyes tell me all.

Shifting in your seat,
your knuckles grow pale from their grip
on the arms of the chair.
Comments burble up in your throat
only to die on the tip of your tongue.

Your eyes follow as I spread my feet slightly apart,
lower myself to kneel between your feet…move
the tray to the floor beside me and
settle onto my heels.
My gaze locks with yours speaking silent sagas
about my desire, my passion… my fantasy.

My eyes lead yours to the tray. Shall I reveal
the oddly shaped bulges beneath the linen cloth?
With a flourish the cloth is drawn aside.
Your brow creases in puzzlement.

Two delicate blue china bowls
with seagulls etched on them,
one frosted from the ice slivers it holds…
the second contains a clear fluid
that laps lazily up its sides.
Coiled beside the bowls…
two burgundy silk scarves.
The last item…
an insulated Starbucks coffee mug, the lid on.

You study the items…ponder their purpose.
The questions you want to ask are detoured…
I am calmly unbuttoning my blouse.

I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”
The direction of my glance
leaves no question about my meaning.

Concentrate…relax your fingers…
release your grip on the arms of the chair.

There is a twinkle in my eye
as you fumble blindly with your
belt buckle and zipper,
mesmerized by the easing of my buttons …
the hint of soft pale flesh beneath ruby silk.

For a moment, confused by the problem of freeing
your swelling cock, you cast about for the answer.

I can see it…stretching, pushing up your stomach…
struggling to get free of the cotton boxers
with the big smiley faces.

I moisten my suddenly parched lips…
…(I never dreamed it was so…mmmm.)
and reach for you…a greedy gleam in my eyes…

"I have to see your cock. Lift.”

You obey my urgent whisper,
pushing down on the arms of the chair,
lifting your ass from the seat.
Gripping your slacks and shorts at the side seams
I tug them down to your knees.

A moan purrs at the back of my throat as
I watch your beautiful cock emerge.
The head dark red shining with dew,
the swollen network of veins visibly throbbing
on a stout, strong shaft…
It pushes free, jerking, twitching,
eager to be revealed.

You reach for me, but I stop you…
my gentle grip on your wrists guides them
back to the arms of the chair.
Before you can utter the protest
that rumbles in your throat…
the scarves bind your forearms,
just below the elbow,
to the chair…holding you effectively
without completely restricting your hands.

"Surprise."

Now…I have you exactly where I want you.

Sitting back on my heels to study your face.
I tease the lapels of my blouse apart revealing
full, firm breasts to you.A shrug
sends the silk blouse cascading down my arms.

You contemplate the dark peaks of
hard nipples centered on crinkled areolas.
I tickle the tip of one peak…
fingernail circling, scraping gently…
together we watch it expand, the plane
surrounding it puckering tighter.

I see your fingers stretch wanting to touch.

"Do you like my breasts?”

I knead, smooth, weigh them…pull my nipples…
squeezing the hard points.

“It makes me so hot when I do this.
It just makes my pussy wetter and wetter.
Would you like to see how wet it is?”

The low groan and vigorous head bobbing…
your answer…brings a teasing smile to my lips.

Soon…Soon I will show you but first...”

My fingers spider up your thighs,
curl around your balls gently massaging them.

“ Oh they are very hard.” I whisper.
“ It must be painful to have such hard full balls.
Maybe I can help ease the pressure.
Would you like me to try?”

Your whimper is all I need for encouragement.

"They are so hot…,
maybe I should cool them off a bit.”

With a mischievous glint in my eye
I gaze speculatively at you.
Or perhaps I should make them even hotter?”

Your eyes go wide, hips squirming nervously.
Your mouth opens… closes...opens again,
a low groan purrs from your throat.

Lifting off my heels I lean forward…
push your shirt up your chest.
The widespread fingers skim down your stomach…
I can feel your heart racing…
the groans rumbling in your chest.

Dragging my nails across the tops of your thighs
careful not to touch your flexing cock.
I pick up a sliver of ice…roll it in my fingers…
icy cold now… I wrap them around the hard shaft.

You jump…
your breath hissing between clenched teeth…
fingertips flex then curl into fists.
Frigid wet fingers cover your cock
chilling it from top to bottom.

Watching you with a little smirk
I pop the lid off of the insulated mug.
Your brow arches toward your hairline when I
tip the mug over the head of your cock to let
the thick, hot, red liquid pour out slowly.
Concentrating…
I carefully paint it with the cherry candy…
lean forward to blow on it…cooling the surface.

“It looks good enough to eat now.
I hope it’s not too warm.”
My hand wrapped around the base of your cock
holds it up proud and tall before me.
With a soft chuckle
I slip two pieces of ice between my lips.
Purse them to blow artic breezes
across the candy shell on your cock
causing it to tighten still more.

Sliding lower in the chair with a growl,
you watch me from beneath lowered lids
as I lean in closer and look up, showing you
the sliver of ice I hold between my lips.

Your hips buck up as the ice-cold touch
penetrates the candy shell.
Moving with you I continue to tease
the ice up and down, back and forth,
slowly making my way to the head and circling
it several times with the ice chip.

Your hips shimmy…thrusting up and jerking back…
your grunts and growls grow desperate.

Placing my lips lightly against the head of your cock
in a tight-lipped kiss…the tip of my tongue
teases the candy from the slit,
cleaning the candy from one small area
before my lips slowly ease apart over the head
letting it slip deeper between them.

The ice cube in my cheek butts against
freshly exposed skin…you buck…alternately
trying to escape the cold shocks of the ice
and working to thrust deeper,
seeking the heat at the back of my throat.

Your cock presses deeper into my mouth,
the flat of my tongue massages the front,
snakes around to clean the coating off.
I glance up to see if you are enjoying my treat.
Your eyes are rolling in your head,
groans and gasps pour from slack lips…
Yes I think you are enjoying this now.

Are fire and ice, followed by my lips wrapped
around your cock enough to make you to
lose your sanity?

The transition from teasing to greedy happens
so swiftly; your plea to the deities cannot save you.

The suction applied pulls the skin of your cock
up tight under the head. Into hot wet depths,
bump, bump, bump against the ridges of my palate.
I taste you…salty musk and sweet cherry candy.

Head bobbing…my hair tickles your thighs and
you catch it in your fingers…
try to rein in my movements.
Shaking my head gently, growling playfully,
the tight suction of my mouth never easing.
Working it in until
it butts against the back of my throat
threatening to choke me.
I fight down my gag reflex and
instead try to swallow you.

Gulping hard the opening of my throat flexes
around the head almost allowing it entrance before
I pull back once again
drawing the skin to the top of the shaft.

As I attempt to devour your cock I feel it growing,
expanding to dimensions my mouth
has to stretch to contain.
I imagine it sliding in and out of my pussy.

My thighs are slick with my own oils.
I dip my fingers into them and
paint your balls with thick, slick sweetness.

Your grunts and growls,
your hips thrusting and bucking
signal just how close you are
to flooding my mouth with your seed.
struggle to keep your cock fast between my lips then
let it burst free of my lips with an explosive smack.

Your hips continue to buck and thrust,
then you drop into the seat
with a growl of frustration,
your eyes burning with the heat I’ve kindled.

Picking the second bowl,
its viscous contents ripple lazily.
Leaning back I tip it up and
let the oil pour down over my breasts
spread it with my fingers until
my breasts glow all slick and shining.
Leaning in close I press your cock
between the hot soft mounds.

Your cock drives up between the pillows of my breasts
for my lips to bless with smacking little kisses.
My tongue jabs the slit, wiggles,
teasing the first drops of dew up the shaft.

A shudder starts deep inside of you,
rises to the surface with a mighty roar,
and your body arches up as the hot thick
streams of cum explode against
my nibbling lips and flickering tongue.

My own groan of pleasure echoes yours,
deep shudders course through me.
I have given you an orgasm and
thereby achieved my own.

Slowly I lean back your cock slides from
between my breasts to lay exhausted
against your stomach.Relaxed now, eyes closed,
lips parted, slumped back in the chair,
you hardly notice as I unbind your arms,
quietly pick up the tray and rise from the floor.

When you sense me stepping away
you open your eyes and start to speak
but my fingers pressed to my lips hushes you.
Without another look or word I turn and
leave the room letting the door
quietly snap shut behind me.