Are You Thinking What I’m Thinking? Part 1 [MF, slow, no sex]

I watch you walk up to my door and enter slowly- you step in boldly and immediately hesitate.
I quickly say "How can I help you?" as my eyes quickly take you in. Gorgeous. Not fitting any defined pattern, just my personal taste. The world at large may not find you beautiful- the world is not in my office. Just you and I. I watch you hesitate for a moment and speak haltingly, telling your story, looking serious then casting your gaze down as I focus on your lips. I listen with a practiced ear. Hearing most of it before, my mind wanders to your manner, your appearance, wondering at your story, your life before coming to me. My eyes roam over you as opportunity presents- when you point down, my gaze slides quickly down your body, when you tap your chest my gaze lingers. I look away for a moment, pondering. Is she thinking what I'm thinking?
I look back to you quickly and ask a question. Your blush intrigues me, your quick gaze makes me wonder… Your stuttered reply starts slowly, gains confidence, then halts for a moment on a blush, suddenly conscientious of my gaze on you. I gaze passively on your face, thinking of… Suddenly you bend over with a flush to dig in your bag, your blouse gaping to expose a view of your breasts- twin mounds of imagined perfection. My gaze starts to shift away to protect your modesty. I stop it, bring it back and lave my eyes over your soft curves. My eyes wander like a slow caress, my gaze attempting to push the material away. You shift, more falls away and my eyes now gently push on the exposed crown. Do you feel my touch, I wonder? Your sudden movement tears my gaze off its imagined tryst and finds your blushing face. Discovered? Or… just from standing quickly. I smile just in case and ask another question in a soft voice. Your gulp as you respond makes me wonder… I notice the hair tucked behind your ear and watch as you move an imaginary strand back in place. I see the pulse in your neck, see your gaze out of the corner of my eye, too distracted to think of your eye brushing across my chest and arm. I'm not distracted as I see the imagined hair, your head thrown back, your mouth open, eyes staring, face flushed, breath gasping… "What do you think?" Your voice slams into me, my head snaps from the sudden fall and my mind flails. I finally recognize the hesitant, hopeful tone. "No problem- I can take care of this for you right away." You look concerned for a moment, then gratefulness washes over your face. A smile erupts slowly and you quickly turn away, seeming to float out. I contemplate for a moment, trying to recapture the thread of thought… Gone. Were you thinking what I was thinking?

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