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NO PANTY FRIDAY: ENCOUNTERED
NO PANTY FRIDAY: ENCOUNTERED
the thought of You, tauntingly sitting across from me, demurely adjusting your skirt, so that only I am "Privy to your Private Thrill" brings me to the edge of my seat.
Your haughtiness stirs my bravado, my mind races and my heart beat echoes in my head, our eyes meet briefly, your eyes sparkle with enticing pleasure, your eye brow raises, and your lips slide almost into a smile, you press your skirt flat over your thighs and uncross your legs and stand.
My eyes, Devour your legs, and trace upward to your eyes, you look into my eyes momentarily, and then begin to move, slowly walking to me, and then turning in the aisle right where I sit.
As you walk to me, my hands helplessly fall open in my lap, hoping, wanting, yearning for a touch. My mouth is slightly open, halting breathes rush over my lips, I am trying to draw a taste of you into my wanton mouth. My imagination of YOUR taste, fills my mouth as a wisp of your perfume, and your arrousing scent cascades over me for a brief second as you saunter past.
Momentarily lost in exotic fantasy, my eyes come into focus on your swaying hips as you near a wall of windows, suddenly shadows and the outline of your legs appear through the light material of your skirt, you pause, letting me drink in your silhouetted form. Your hand drops slowly over your curvaceous bottom, smoothing your skirt and blocking my imagination from peering between your thighs.
I spring to my feet as you turn the corner out of view, Pulling my suit jacket closed to cover my "Divining Rod of Desire", I stride hungrily after you.
You are talking with someone over a cubicle, "I will be in the conference room, working on sorting through all these...." your voice trails off in my mind as I realize where you are going. I continue on and find the door open to Your Impending Destination, and ease inside. I scan the room and move the length of the conference table and feign looking for something on the floor. I bend down to pick up an imaginary object and move under the table.
You enter, plopping down the files on the desk, and roll the chair out, and turn it so you can sit. I hear my heart beat, deep in my chest, as I slide my hand along the carpet to begin to crawl to your legs.
A voice penetrates the room, freezing me in mid-crawl, as another pair of legs, in trousers, appear in the doorway, "Here are the rest of the files, you'll be in here for a while, but we need this done today! If you need anything let me know." and the trousers disappear, behind the door as it closes.
I hear the files plop on the long conference table, as your legs turn and move to the table, moving your legs apart, you begin to sort the files. I hear you calling the names/type of file under your breath, as you sort the files, your legs flex with each movement, thighs beautifully shifting against the material of your skirt, as it presses to the edge of the table. Moving slowly upward with your movements, I am drawn along the carpet to the sight of your taught thighs.
I could reach out and touch your thighs,I try to control my breathing and the urge to feel your flesh. You finish sorting and sit in the large leather chair and move to the edge of the seat to survey the work. Your legs open and strain against the tight circumference of the skirt. You wiggle in the chair, and your hand appears at the side of the chair, pressing the adjustment lever as you lean forward, raising up on your toes, elevating the chair upward. The seat edge glides upward to hit your thighs, you release the adjustment lever and settle into the chair.
My heart is racing, the angle of view you just presented to me, has my tongue swollen with the sight of your lips, as you adjusted the seat, and disappearing from view as you settled into the chair.
You raise up on your toes slightly, and your hands glide onto the side of your thighe, and you ease your skirt up your thighs, and move your bottom to the edge of the chair.
Your feet come together and then slowly glide apart, and one hand glides over the top of your thigh and pulls the top off your skirt further back, and your slowly roll the chair further under the desk.
I can see your lips, inches from my face, your hand glides down your thigh, and stops, I freeze, Your feet move forward on either side of me, I lean closer and the lovely heavy scent of you is strong enough I can almost taste you. I purse my lips and softly blow on your lips, you ease your hips forward, pressing into my warm air.
Wetness glistens from your lips, and I want to taste you, the air between your thighs is thick with your scent, overwhelming, Your hand moves to my head and gently urges me to you.
My tongue traces slowly along your lips, up one side, stopping, and down the other, stopping to taste the sweetness that has escaped on the edge. Your other hand falls onto my head, and your fingers trails through my hair and find my ears.
My tongue traces the crease between your lips, gently pressing you open, feeling the wonderful heat in them. slowly up the length stopping to kiss, tongue, and taste you, I draw your lips between my tongue and lips, savoring the flesh feeling and taste of you. running my tongue softly separating them. My tongue traces down over your hardening clit and you pull my head to you, stopping me. Holding me to you. Pressing your hips to me. My tongue presses and moves barely up and down against you.
Your feet swing over my back and cross at the ankles and you pull me with force into you. You hands guide my tongue over your clit, I ease a finger into you, you freeze, moan almost inaudibly as my finger crosses into your wet, swollen folds, I stop, and then move further inside, allowing your to adjust to the penetration.
Further, further, deeper, until buried deep inside, and then carefully, slowly back out, to wonderful, moaning whimpers from you.
I withdraw completely and my tongue moves to your opening, circling, tasting, teasing, and then pressing into you, opening you, and then sliding my finger inside to release more of your taste to me. I slowly build rhythm, gliding my finger deep into you, and then withdrawing almost completely out of you. I move my tongue from you and purse my lips and blow into you, as my finger glides deep, deeper into you!
...."They Call ME the BREEZE,
I keep blowin' down the road."
5/7/2006 12:43 pm
grrrrrrrrrrrrr see what you made me do? I gotta go change my panties |
5/9/2006 1:23 pm
Your erotic fantasy..seems to have a source and image of a certain someone..or is it intended for the universal female? This woman certainly responds..with a quickening pulse and labored breath. You sexy..sexy man!|