I woke up feeling content and refreshed, the memory of a steamy dream starring a very sexy Doctor still lingering in my mind. Not just any Doctor, but my boss—Dr. Cole McLaughlin. I would see him again today, and the thought made me smile.
Cole and I had been spending pretty much every moment together these past few weeks—well, apart from sleeping together. He had hired me as his new administrative assistant after his uncle Mitch, my former employer and dear friend, praised my work ethic and outgoing personality. Cole is a family physician and our close working relationship has blossomed into quite a beautiful friendship. In all honesty I have admired my strength while being around him so much—the fact that I haven't thrown myself at him yet is a miracle! He is the most beautiful man I have ever laid eyes on, and just thinking of him makes my pussy pulse. At 5'10" I was used to being the odd woman out and had grown used to towering over women and a lot of men. I had always fantasized of a big, tall man with the strength to throw me around like I was one of those stick-thin petite women. When I met Cole six weeks ago, I knew that I had definitely met my match. He stood 6'7" with a wide muscled frame. His tanned skin, slightly too-long dark hair and 5'o clock shadow was offset only by his eyes. Large and piercing blue, they overwhelmed my senses and whenever I walked into the room those eyes made me feel like I was the only one there. Just being in his presence sets my senses on high alert. His smooth sexy voice combined with his quick wit and devilish dimpled smile can make my toes curl and set my heart racing instantly. If he did ever make that first move there is no way I would be able to deny him, nor would I want to—the hunger I have for him is overwhelming. Still, I am new to this town and he his my closest friend, so unless he makes his intentions clear, I made a vow to suck it up and deal with it. I would be unable to face the embarrassment if I were to screw up this friendship we have established.
On more than one occasion I could have sworn I caught him checking me out. I'm no dummy, and I could sense from our first meeting that the air was heavy and thick with sexual tension. He always tried to be the perfect gentleman, refusing to leave me alone at night in the office, even though I know how safe the neighborhood is. He would slip out to grab us dinner when we worked late—pizza and beer one night, Chinese in white cardboard boxes the next. Even on their days off they were enthusiastic to see one another. He would take me around to explore and get to know the new town that was now my home.
Since his office isn't officially open to the public yet we spent most of our time together casually, dressed down in jeans and hooded sweatshirts, but I know under those Levi's and sweaters there is an amazingly sculpted body. He was raised on a huge farm and helped work the land from an early age. The muscles he has were not made in a gym or with the assistance of a personal trainer and protein shakes, but from hard strenuous work and using his hands. Sometimes I have to shake myself back to reality when he's around because my mind wandering to thoughts of his big strong calloused hands running up and down my body. When I masturbate, It's his face and his body I see.
I smile at myself in the bathroom mirror, admiring my assets. I have a trim waist, softly rounded hips and a generous yet tight ass. Combined with my long legs, naturally tanned complexion, 38D perky breasts and pouty lips, I could definitely use my body to my advantage. I have lived in sweats and hoodies for so long I had almost forgotten that I had this body underneath all the layers of polyester and insecurity. I would never be skinny. I was a size 14 hourglass shape, although years of pilates and kick boxing had definitely kept me in prime shape.
I jumped in the shower and attacked my still sleep-warmed body with a loofah and some lavender vanilla body wash—It smelled good enough to eat. Here was hoping a certain someone might think so too! because at the rate I was going if I didn't get some one-on-one action soon I'd go bankrupt buying batteries for my vibrator. And as good as it was at filling the void, nothing compared to the real thing; the friction of hot sweaty naked skin rubbing together, the thickness in the air from frantic hot breaths and the feeling of strong male arms surrounding me as I came. It was absolutely the best feeling in the world, and I was more than ready to find pleasure in the arms of a man once again—but my mind was set on one man in particular.
We had agreed to meet at the office this morning to finish off the last of the organizing, as Cole's family medicine practice would officially open for patients this coming Monday. After our work in the office was complete we planned to drive down to Hamilton together, tonight being my best friend Cara's 30th birthday party. It had been 6 weeks since I moved to Collingwood, and the anticipation of seeing my friends for the first time since leaving the city was killing me! when I lived in the city we barely went a few days without seeing each other. Although I was elated to finally be seeing my old group of friends I was anxious and a little nervous being back in my old neighborhood. My ex and I have many mutual friends, and the thought of running into Peter made me almost reluctant to go. Somehow Cole and I had gotten on the subject last week while we were out to lunch and he was quick to suggest that maybe he could tag along, thinking that maybe if Peter were to show up he would be reluctant to approach me with a man on my arm. Sitting there with Cole that day, thinking about us together in the club, our bodies pressed against each other as the bass vibrated through us intensified the need in my sex-deprived body. The thought of us putting on this front, pretending to be a couple in front of Peter made my heart race. Of course I had agreed, I wasn't stupid. This would give me the opportunity I had been waiting weeks for. I rinsed the last of the conditioner from my hair and stepped out of the steamy shower. Tonight was definitely the night to up the sex-appeal-factor.
I slipped into a very fitted black pencil skirt that came right to my knees, the slit in the back ran up dangerously high to the top of my thighs. My normal sensible flats were replaced today with a fabulous pair of black and red Louboutin pumps that I had saved for months for. Slipping on those shoes made me feel feminine and sexy for the first time in years. My fitted silk crimson blouse fit well with the outfit and the wide black belt sitting high on her waist nipped in my small midsection, and the my sleek new black framed reading glasses completed the ensemble—the naughty secretary look was always one of my favorites. I felt great, and with some makeup and my long wavy hair let loose to fall in silk tendrils down my back I felt ready to take on the world.
Ninety minutes later I finally made my way into his office and she stopped dead in my tracks. He wore fitted black dress pants with a fitted and freshly ironed blue dress shirt. I had never seen him dressed up, and just looking at his tall frame and broad shoulders gave me a warm fluttering feeling in the pit of my stomach, the warmth spreading lower and lower. My mouth went dry while almost simultaneously another part of my anatomy became noticeably wetter. The look on his face was intense, to say the least. He was thinking about something, I could practically see the wheels turning in his head. No man had ever looked at me like this—a perfect combination of hunger and need. I knew I wasn’t some kind of goddess or sex symbol, but he made me feel like I was the main attraction in his dirtiest fantasies, and I was more then willing to take the lead role.
Without saying a word, he reached behind me, locking the door. I knew the moment had finally come. The back of his fingers grazed the sensitive spot behind me ear, trailing softly down and back up to finally grasp the back of my neck and caress under the thick mass of my hair. Nothing had ever felt better. If simply touching my neck brought on this type of reaction, how would it feel to have your mouth there?
He brought his lips slowly to mine, almost hesitantly as if he were unsure if I would pull away. Your lips are soft and sweet and taste better than anything I have ever experienced. You kiss like heaven. You draw me in and tease my lips, nip at the corner of my mouth and gently slide your tongue into my open mouth. I’ve always loved kissing, but this is beyond anything I could have possibly imagined. Your hot slick tongue mingles with mine and I can feel you holding back, trying to keep the pace slow and steady. My tiny white panties are drenched with my arousal. I can’t think, I can barely breath. All I want is for you to keep going and never stop making me feel like this.
You walked me backwards until I finally make contact with the wall, the coolness feeling so good through the material of my thin shirt. Slowly you turn me around so my hands are braced and my burning face is pressed against the cool wall. You brush my hair over to one side and begin to place small kisses on the back of my neck. I start undoing the small buttons on my blouse because all I want it to feel those incredible lips on the warm flesh of my back . You realize what I’ve been doing and help to pull the silk blouse down my arms. You kiss my shoulders, between my shoulder blades and softly down my back—stopping momentarily to tug on the back of my white lace balconette bra with your teeth while making your way down my body. You reach the top of my pencil skirt and I hear you lowering the tiny zipper and the sound of my skirt being pulled ever so slowly down my hips and thighs. You take a sharp indrawn breath as my ass is revealed, covered by only a thin pair of tiny white lace boyshort style panties; you must be able to smell my arousal as the small scrape of fabric between my thighs is dripping wet. The anticipation of what you will do next is almost unbearable.
You kneel down to help remove my skirt completely, deciding to leave my sexy heels on. You turn me around, still kneeling in front of me. Your eyes are glazed, your mouth partly open with your breaths coming out long and heavy. Any more of those looks you are assaulting me with and I could cum in an instant—standing against the wall with you bent by my feet, fully clothed and looking at me like I was the most beautiful, erotic creature to ever walk the earth.
You suddenly rip the soaking wet panties from me and bury your face into my dripping wet pussy. You grab my thighs and hoist them onto your shoulders suspending me in the air, your muscled frame pinning me to the wall. I make a sound that I'm sure I've never heard myself make before; a low growl mixed with a sigh of pure satisfaction. You lick me like I was the most delectable thing you have ever tasted, your tongue devouring me in long thorough strokes. It feels so fucking amazing what you are doing to me. You make love to me with your expert tongue, never missing a spot. Looking down at you on his knees before me and feasting on my swollen clit brings on a fast and ferocious orgasm. I grind myself against your talented mouth and ride your expert tongue throughout the endless waves of pleasure and watch as you lap up every drop of me, the feeling of you dining on my pussy is indescribable as you roughly massage the globes of my tight little ass with your calloused fingers.
Although you was more than eager to continue feasting on my throbbing clit, I want you naked so I could do some exploring and of my own.
