Looking back I see it so clearly now , the longing the lust the total slut , I craved to be started the minute you walked past me heading out to lunch never seeing me as you passed by.
I saw everything about you your height 6 ft 2 or 3 weight maybe 210 your eyes hypnotic and clear your shoulder’ s were broad your arms massive hands and fingers long and clean manicured your waist narrow you butt tight and very firm long legs and you walked with a strong stride.
Your aftershave smelled manly and fit you.
I found myself drawn to that bench everyday at lunch waiting for a look of you always happy that you were there like clockwork 12 o’clock never varied. I did this everyday for a month. And then one day I got the news.
I got the temp job I cannot believe that I got the job. I would be working with him every day. I had to sit or fall my legs could not hold me.
What was I going to wear / Would he like me? All this ran through my mind as I sat there.
Working temp jobs is hard but I enjoy them, they never get old or boring. I have dreamed and fantasized about the man that is going to be my boss. I felt my thighs tremble my nipples grew hard my pussy started to get wet.
Lance Castwell is his name! A CEO of a marketing company he has climbed the corporate ladder rather fast , people look up to him ,fear him, desire him and hate him. But that happens in every top company.
Snapping out of my day dream I jump up and run to my closet picking out my cloth’ s for the next day pulling out a black skirt and a white blouse white lace bra and matching white thong black pumps and a black blazer felling good about my outfit I go make dinner.
The next morning I jump up when the alarm goes off running to the shower my excitement is great I head into the shower and let the water hit me full on trying to dampen the desire...
I start to lather up but in doing so I imagine his hands his lips his cock all over my wet slippery skin.
Wonderful I will be lucky to get to work on time I should have never started running my hands over my body imagining them to be his hands his fingers pinching my hard nipples rubbing my soaked pussy.
I was finger fucking myself closing my eyes it was him squeezing my nipples hard as his fingers worked so hard and so fast on my pussy putting his long thick fingers in my pussy his thumb rubbing my pussy lips.
I felt his hard cock against my back I screamed out in the shower as I came he was cupping my pussy as wave after wave of pleasure hit me...
Oh lord I am going to be late I notice as I am toweling off in my room I rush to dress put my hair in a bun put lipstick on and run out the door ,now Run the last 10 yards you can make it on time do not look around just go sweet in the doors slow down ,breath OK get the elevator I yell hold the elevator please as I rush in the doors and they close I look up to say Thank You .
No words came out I just look at him. He looks down at me and smiles looks me over and turns and stops the elevator ,I continue to look at him he must see the hunger in my eyes the lust pure sexual need he says nothing just looks at me ,my nipples are rock hard my clit is juicing up my lips are dry I lick them...
Still he says nothing I feel the juices roll down my thigh I look at him and whisper Thank You , he says you are welcome slut and pushes the button and the elevator moves again taking us to the floor we need Lance exits without a word ...
I lean against the wall do I dare to walk into the office now or do I run I lean there for a second then go to the bathroom and clean up excited that he now knew I wanted him and scared at what he can do with just a look at me I can smell his after shave makes me think of thunder storms, wild and dangerous. My pussy gets wet again…
I step into the biggest office I have ever seen wood walls oak furniture it screams power!!! I go to my desk and put my purse in the desk drawer and then go over to his door and knock on it before I walk in ,he is on the phone he looks at me and I jump he does not look happy ...
I start to back out he stops me in my tracks with a stern look I stay put he ends the call and looks at me He tells me to close the door and come to him I walk to him as if in a dream I stop about a foot from him and start to say I am sorry but he stops me.