You've walked past me without a thought for a year, but I always noticed you. Your tall, lithe frame. No one would ever realize your age if it weren't for your salt and pepper hair. "Silver Fox" is what most of the girls call you…never a more accurate description.
It wasn't until last year when we started working more directly together that you noticed me. It started as just a half smile here and there at work. Maybe a glance from your intense, dark eyes…you don't know it, but every time our eyes meet, I feel my panties getting damp.
Then, you started coming to my office to talk about the fundraiser. I asked you for impossible things, and you came to my office to surprise me and tell me you could do them after all…I don't know if I was excited for the news or that you had spent 2 days figuring out a way to please me. I wanted to throw my arms around you, but there were too many people around. I hope you saw in my eyes how much you did for me…
The touch of your strong hands is more than I can bear. You think it's a friendly graze, familiar pat on the back, but for me, every time you touch me, a shiver runs through my spine. The first time, I thought it was a mistake, but since then, you've touched me several times, never inappropriately, but always in such a way that I wonder if maybe you do know the effect you have on me. I wonder if you know my panties are getting damp.
When you come to my office tomorrow, I want you to close the door behind you. You can pull up a chair next to mine, but I'll sit so you can't see the monitor. You'll have to lean over me with your head close to mine…your warm breath on my neck. It's then that I'll turn to you, that I'll allow my lips to "accidentally" brush yours…what I really want is for you to cup my cheek with your strong hand, look deep into my eyes, and pull my lips toward yours. It's a good thing we closed the door. As your hands caress my cheek, you press against me, and I can feel that this is very much two-sided. I run my hands over your chest as you kiss my neck.
My head is spinning. I can't believe this is happening after all this time. You've unbuttoned my blouse to expose my perky, swollen breasts. I fumble with the button on your pants. I don't know if they're really this difficult to get off or if I'm just so nervous. All the anticipation, all the fantasizing–it'll be hard to live up to. You'll lift my skirt and peel my panties off as I revel your throbbing cock. Like a dance, our bodies meet. You sit me on the edge of my desk and slide your hard cock into my dripping pussy. Our bodies take over, rhythmically moving against each other. I run my fingers through your hair and whisper your name as I feel myself cumming. You can't hold on any longer–you've wanted me for years, too, and have to fill me with your load. Afraid someone will come in, we quickly straighten our clothes, my pussy full of your hot cum. A quick kiss, and you leave me…but I saw the twinkle in your eye. I know you will come back to see me very soon.
I can't wait to see you tomorrow…I'll make sure to wear a skirt for you.
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