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Soft to the touch

My heart pounds inside my chest with each breath I take...

Praying she will let me proceed with my fantasies... caressing her body in ways I have only dreamed....

In my mind it is all so clear...

The way my hand glides across her body, is as if it has been there before and eager to get back..

Everyday she teases me with the way she sweeps her silky jet black hair to the side of her face, all the while licking her plump moist lips.

The way she looks at me with her beautiful blue eyes, It feels as if she is looking deep inside of me, very little protecting her from truly seeing my naughty desire's....

I am not sure she can handle it...

The awkwardness of the warmth and moisture between my legs, making it impossible to not shift back and forth in my seat.

My face feels flush and my nipple's are hard and tingling as the buttons on my shirt tease me.. Afraid she will see I cross my arms and hold tight...

The way her white blouse hugs her body and shows the world how amazing her curves are, really frustrates me. I feel it bubbling inside of me..

Her skirt falls just above her knee... As if to show just enough of her legs to cause a glance but not enough to force uncontrollable staring... She knows her legs are fantastic..

Sometimes I wonder if she knows what I want from her.. How I long to touch her...to taste her..

The way she sits in her chair, slightly parting her legs just enough that I can see her panties poking out...

The moisture is increasing to the point where I need to go to the restroom.. Yet I am forced to wait until the meeting is over and it's taking everything I have to not slide my hand under the large oval table and slightly brush up against my tender area that lies beneath my slacks..

I shift in my seat rubbing myself against the bump in my pants where the seams come together.

I feel swelling and throbbing and this ache that is taking over.. What do I do.. How do I stop this feeling..

The polka dot's on her panties, call out to me, to touch them... Stroke them... Silky and soft... warm..

We make eye contact and I blush with embarrassment when she tightly closes her legs when she catches on to my longing glare...

I am mortified and wish I could take it back. Wish it wouldn't have happened... But then all embarrassment and fear subside as she makes eye contact and responds with a raise of her eyebrow and a tiny smile.. Just enough to let me know it was o.k....

She slowly let's her legs part again.. A little more than last time.. All the while never breaking the eye contact...

Her nylon's hug her legs as if they are gift wrapped, a present for the world... A present for me....With tiny little bows at the top where her garter connects...

I love the way she walks in her heels.. They make her calves tighten and flex in ways that make me bite my lip until it feels as if it might bleed... Her love for shoes excites me in ways that make me uncomfortable...

I would love to see her in her polka dot panties and her stiletto red heels sprawled across her desk, allowing her breast to fall freely.... Her hair falling over the edge of the desk and her ass grasping the surface... As if she is telling me she can handle it... She needs me to taste her...

I can't seem to hold it back any longer.. I am aching to touch the little button between my lips... To slip a finger into the wetness..

I quietly stand up and politely excuse myself to the restroom...

She stops talking long enough as if to give me permission. Permission to touch myself...

I feel as if I am obvious in my haste... As if everyone knows what I need to do...

I feel the moisture slightly drip down my legs.. I grip them tightly....

As I lock myself in the stall I practically rip my panties trying to pull them to the side.. Not even taking the time to pull them down I jam three fingers inside.. deep inside... thrusting and poking....

I can hardly hold back the moaning...As I close my eyes and think of her body close to mine.. Her nipples touching mine...

I hear someone come into the bathroom but I am so determined to make myself cum, I can't stop thrusting my fingers inside... Flicking my clit and pressing my body against the wall...

Then it overcomes me.. The feeling is so good I can't help but say her name as the juices flow over my fingers and my legs tremble with immense pleasure..... I'm beside myself when I see the red high heels at the foot of my stall and I hear her say.... "did you call my name?"...

I didn't say a word.. I just held my breath and stood there dripping and sticky... heart pounding..

I hear her leave... I gather myself....

Realizing how long I have been in there rubbing and poking and cumming.. I hurry back to the board meeting to see everyone has left.. Except for her...As if she is waiting... waiting for me..

She offers notes on what I missed while pleasing myself.. I stretch my hand out sheepishly and she grabs my hand and pulls me close.... She whispers......

"Stay late tonight, I need you"..."I want you"...