Having you [MF] [mast]

If you only knew what I’m fantasizing about every time I see you at work. If you only knew that I rushed home and are know unbuttoning my denim dress, only thinking about how it could be your hands on me. I bite into my lower lip as I pull my lace panties down my thighs. If you only knew how wet I am for you, how my mind race wildly into my darkest erotic fantasies of you as soon as you walk into the office. If you only knew that I practically got a sixth sense with you, how I need to close my eyes and take a deep breath just by hearing the sound of your voice.

My hands shake as I lay down on my bed, spreading my legs willingly, touching the sensitive skin on my inner thighs, savouring the moment. If you only knew how my heart is pounding just by looking into your eyes at the weekly meetings, how I glance at your mouth when you answer our coworkers questions. I stare at your hands, dreaming about those fingers.

If you only knew how I let my hands roam over my skin, creeping closer to my sweet wet pussy, imagining it would be your hands, your head between my thighs, teasing me. I dreamed about this once, your head between my legs, how your tongue would eagerly lap over my folds, how I arched my back and throw my head back into the mattress in pure bliss. I came that time, hard, in my sleep.

Now, I let two fingers slide over my sensitive clit, my muscles tense in pleasure. I moan, loud, giving me the permission to enjoy myself in the empty apartment. If you only knew how many times I’ve been standing outside your closed door, leading into your office, trying to muster any kind of courage to tell you this. How many times my panties were completely soaked by just standing there, just inches from you, how I dig my teeth into my lower lip, unsure and flustered. I moan again as I rub myself harder, the tingles of pleasure spreading through my body.

You would lick me and growl when I would tangle my fingers in your hair. You would stop abruptly when my shivers turn to shakes, just an inch from climax. I would whimper and scowl you for that, but you would only smirk as you raise yourself, only to lean over me, grabbing my hips and turn me around, positioning me on my knees. I shudder, the fantasy bleeding over, and I moan sharply. You would feel so fucking good when you enter me. Filling me inch by inch until you groan deep, beginning to rock your hips. Your strong hands would grab my hips, pressing be against you as you move harder.

I gasp, my climax approaching. The wildfire spreads through my body, every sense heightened. I can almost feel your hands on my hips, the images flickering behind my closed eyes. Your mouth against mine, your voice, you laugh, your beautiful eyes. I cry out as I cum, my body shakes violently and I scream your name. My heart pounds wildly and I turn around to my side, panting. I aftershake and slowly open my eyes. My fantasy linger, my mind still hazy.

I whimper, already longing for work tomorrow.

Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/gohbl4/having_you_mf_mast