The weather was on the breezy side, but other than that it was an absolutely gorgeous afternoon, with pleasant sunshine warming things up. I was looking forward to things hotting up later in the evening. My boyfriend was expected today and I had come to work in a daze. My mind was full of being with him. He had gone on a month-long trip and I just couldn't wait for him to be back. Strangely it was the last two days that seemed the most difficult!! Chatting on the internet is all very well, but it can't ever substitute the real thing. The warmth of his body, his hands all over me, making me feel so wanted.
I parked my bike and got to my office. I was on the third floor - it is a pretty office with a lot of glass windows and flowery curtains. The place had been originally intended for a gym, but the owner changed his mind at the last minute and let it out to the office. It is a largish room, bright and cheerful. There is a window which traverses almost half a wall and looks out onto the road; this even has a built in ledge where one can sit and gaze out at the traffic and passersby. Its very quiet most of the time, since ours is a liaison office and we do not have any visitors normally. So I am by myself most of the time.
Today, I feel totally on edge. Its amazing what anticipation of something exciting can do to one's state of mind. My boyfriend and I get along very well as good friends as well - we have a lot of basic things in common in terms of attitude and I feel quite secure in the relationship... well, fun is always guaranteed! even the arguements always end in 'making up. We get very physical!!! very very physical that invariably ends in the clothes off kind!
It is almost lunchtime... and as I contemplate the evening coming up, I am quite excited at the thought of meeting him again. My mind wanders. I decide to have lunch after a few minutes... am distracted by the trees outside the huge windows... as they sway in the breeze. Its so peaceful. I lean forward to rest my elbows on the windowsill and gaze at the far distance. The far off noise of the traffic lulls me into a comfortable state of mind. I hear a soft sound. And then the click of the door. Locked. My heartbeat accelerates. Steadily. I can smell him. My favorite cologne. I feel him approach me from behind. I smile to myself. His arms go around me. Gently. At the waist. Hands sliding down to lift my skirt. Something clever about crepe skirts, so approachable. I was wearing one on purpose. I hear a sudden intake of breath. It must be because I am not wearing any panties. I can actually sense the slow smile. His hand moves up to caress my breast, under my short tank top. Ah, another surprise. No bra. It's the kind of crushed material that hide my alert nipples. As his thumb and forefinger roll one nipple, his other hand is finding its way down to my navel, playing with it. All this while, not a word. The only sounds are far off outside sounds. Then, his hands approaches my clit. He takes his hand off my breast and lifts one of my legs by the knee, to place it on the ledge by the window. I am still bent over with my elbows on the sill. His fingers find my cunt, now trickling, wet... he rubs it... spreading the wetness over my clit... I moan, more like a deep breath. The sound of a zip being undone. A slight shuffle. Something nudging my back. Hot. Slightly wet. He holds his cock to rub it against the crack of my butt cheeks... then under... against my cunt. Wet sloppy sounds. His arm reaches for my clit from the front to rub my clit... rubbing it in a circular motion steadily... still bent forward, i stick out my ass, as if searching for his cock... then i feel a sudden thrust into my cunt... he slowly inserts the head of his cock in... out... then in a bit more... and out... each time a little deeper. We are breathing heavily now. He increases the rhythm... and soon we're panting. And not a word spoken so far!! Body language! Now he's thrusting into me hard, waiting to cum. Am almost there too... watching the scenery through glazed eyes. And then we're ready to expode. We do! He stays in me, pulling me close, caressing my breasts as I lay my head back on his shoulder. I can hear the drumming of his heartbeat. I can feel him slip out gently. He turns me around. He has a big smile on. Our lips meet. We kiss passionately. Pull apart. Sighhhh! He adjusts his clothing, packing that sexy cock in. I just slump back on the ledge. He picks up his backpack, brushes his lips with mine, mouthing see you later and lets himself out.
Thats what I love about him. So demonstrative. I feel the emptiness of his absence. I can't wait to finish with work. I plan to do a little shopping later before i meet him.
The afternoon goes by in a haze, with me finishing my routine stuff. Luckily its not one of those SOS kind of days when new things keep cropping up.
Come 4.30 pm, am on edge again. I start my bike, and head for the nearest superstore. I buy jam, baby oil, a can of condensed milk and some cigarettes. I just love it when he does strange motifs on my body with the condensed milk and jam. Smile. Or rather, grin!! The best part comes later, of course.
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