Wanton desire

Arriving at work feeling very flirty and sexy, opening the door i see him my heart skips a beat, reaching up with some type of heavy hose in his muscular arms. God he was so sexy, his t-shirt rode up to reveal his tight abdominal muscles, i wanted to run my hands down his stomach, god he had me squirmy. I’d made my mind up that if he asked me out to dinner today I was going to accept, I wanted him so bad.

It had been nearly a week of nonstop flirting and eying each other up, I couldn’t take it any longer, I wanted to taste his lips, and feel his hard body pushed up against mine. Then revealing what lies beneath those ever so tight jeans he wore, always adjusting the bulge at the front. My mind wonders I can imagine kneeling in front of him, looking up with my pleading eyes, unzipping his fly and releasing his hard ****, then taking him in my mouth, swirling my tongue around his hard shaft, tasting his pre ***. blinking I found myself biting my bottom lip… oh god I was very squirmy now.