as i walked into my office u were standing at my desk, ur back to me, leaning over my desk, reading something. ur right foot was curved around ur left ankle and u were playing with a pen in ur right hand. i stopped dead, mesmerized, just staring... i wanted to walk over to u, but i also didn't want to ever stop looking at u. then i walked up to u, slowly, quietly, until i was so close ur hair tickled my nose. as i stepped closer to u, i could smell ur sweet perfume, it filled up my nostrils and i inhaled deeply, as if trying to breathe u into me. i was dying to just wrap my arms around u, but i didn't, i stood for a moment, millimeters from u, time stood still, and i just enjoyed it. then i brushed the hair from ur neck and kissed ur neck, lingering long enough that u knew how i felt. u tried to turn to me, but i stopped u, pressing myself against u, and u said "i've been waiting for u". i just smiled and kissed ur neck some more, a little bit harder, but also more sensually this time. u put both ur hands flat on my desk, as if to steady urself, and moaned softly. i enjoy ur moans, because they tell me u like what i'm doing. so as u moaned i continued doing what i knew u liked. my hand comes up and rests on the small of ur back. ur body responds as if it creates an intense reaction to me touching u. i continue kissing ur neck, ur body slowly leaning forward, over my desk, and away from me. i stop kissing u. i lean back and admire the view in front of me. i feel an intense pressure well up in my loins and i feel a huge wad of pre-happiness ooze spill into my boxers. the way u're leaning over my desk pulls ur skirt taught, highlighting the curves of ur body, stocking teasing and drawing my attention to ur pretty apple it accentuates that curve. my hand drops, cupping ur cheek, and u let out a moan better than when i kissed ur neck. i spread my fingers over the black fabric of ur skirt, and squeeze, taking ur cheek in my hand. i press myself against u as my body responds equally to the instant pleasure released in both of us. i haven't done anything of note, yet my trousers is straining under the building pressure. the way ur body looks against my desk, ur sleek, straight hair hanging off the right side of ur head as u've tilted ur head slightly. ur moans also hold my attention. the soft, yet deep and very sensual moans. i find them very captivating and want more. want to give u more. want to do more to u, with u. i want to rip the clothes from ur body and have my way with u, but i want to take my time with u and savour each moment, slowly enjoying u. i'm lost, torn between raw, lustful desires and soft sensual yearnings. i release ur cheek, and run my hand up ur curved body, purposefully slowly. up over ur skirt, pressing against u as i pass over the hem of ur skirt onto the crisp white fabric of ur fitted shirt. running my fingers along one of the seams of ur shirt. i feel ur body respond to my fingers, and i enjoy the soft moans u can't suppress. u lower urself further onto my desk. ur hair touching the desktop as u rest on ur elbows. it creates an image i fantasise about constantly and i lean back to take in the image before me. ur feet tight together, clad in the sexiest matt black stiletto heels with the slightest platform to give the heel extra height. ur legs are covered with black stay-up shimmer stockings with a seam running down the centre of the back, the broad lace band on top peaking out slightly from under ur skirt. ur plain short black skirt is hiked up to mid thigh as u're leaning over my desk now. i run my eyes up the curve of ur cheeks, pulled tight in the skirt, over the zipper at the back and over the band on top. i purposefully run my eyes back over ur thighs and ur skirt and ur cheeks, lustfully lingering as i work my way up ur body again. ur bright white fitted shirt stretched over ur body. i take my left hand and push it into the small of ur back, my hand flat, fingers outstretched