I've had a wonderful time just relaxing quietly in your office today and as I hear the phone begin to ring insistently, I ready my things to leave. After I gather my belongings together, I reach to unlock the door to go knowing that you'll be busy for quite awhile. I stop in surprise as you place the receiver back on the hook. In amazement I see a soft smile and a gleam in your eyes as you lean over your desk and gently reach for my arm to pull me carefully back around the corner of your it. As I watch you push your chair back from your desk, I smile, suspecting that I may not be leaving quite yet.

You reach back to the phone with your free hand and turn the ringer off. Somehow, you manage to ignore the insistent knocking at your door. My eyes gaze softly into yours as I see a suggestive smile cover your face. Wondering and curious, I lower my head to yours, letting our lips find each others in a tentative soft kiss....

I feel your right hand slide across my back in a familiar gentle massage as your left hand finds its way to slip under the hemline of my dress and soothe against my legs. Slowly, your fingers trace along the inner softness of my thighs and I moan softly into the warmth of our kiss. As you feel the sensitive skin begin to wriggle against your fingers, you smile inwardly, knowing that you will be finding a bit more to explore. I turn against you and carefully settle into your lap, my arms reaching around your neck to pull you closer still to me.

The softness of my breasts molding to the contours of your chest as I close my eyes and let the sensations, your touches flow over me. Your hands explore as they move over the softness of my body, remembering, wanting...and awakening the heat that we share.

Our lips softly tease at each other, our tongues darting and playfully aggressive as we both feel the heat, the burning passion as it bursts forth between us. As I slide my hands against your neck and curl my fingers into the nape of your neck, you pull away for a second and whisper,Just relax dear and enjoy.

As my body trembles at the thought and the sensations I know that you always manage to bring to me I feel the excitement as we ignore everything around us...the forbidden feeling adding to the intensity of the moment.

I feel your hand slide further up along the inner lining of my dress, the tip of your finger gently exploring against the satin fabric that you find covering the heat and moistness of me. My eyes fly open as I feel your finger gently pressing against me and the hint of moistness becomes instantly damp against your fingertip.

Squirming a bit to adjust myself into your lap, my body opening itself to your caresses, I feel your finger and softly moan into your lips, my fingers clenching against your neck as my lips hungrily work against yours.

At first, only a soft depression against the satin fabric and then, yourfinger becomes a bit more adventuresome as I feel it separate the glistening petals through the fabric. Catching my breath, it's all I can do to not find a spot for us together under your desk, but I know that's not what you want to share with me today. So, I will myself to calm and let you take control this time.

My breathing becomes ragged as I feel your finger massaging the upper edges of the crimson petals, the soft pearl hardening at your touch. The throbbing pressing against your fingertip as you press it gently and feel it swell to your touch. Our kiss deepens as our tongues begin to swirl together, coiling and stroking as if trying to become one. My breasts snuggle into your chest and your arm and then you stop.

Puzzled and aching I watch an expression of thoughtfulness cross your face and then a slightly wicked smile. Not sure what you have in mind, I follow your lead as you slip me off your lap and guide me to stand in front of you. My hands move to rest against your shoulders as you stop me when I begin to talk.

Gently your hands slide down my dress and back up under to graze against my thighs. Then, an awareness fills me as I feel your fingers hook inside the waistband of the satin and slowly slip them down along my legs. Leaning against you, I step out of them, one foot at a time, the instant odor in the air letting both of us know that I am ready for whatever you have in mind.

Parting my legs a bit so that I can manage to stand, my knees growing weaker by the minute, I feel your hands glide carefully, slowly, tender upwards against my skin as they seek an inner heat. As they reach the dampness, I shiver against your touch and moan, soft, sweet and low. My moisture flowing freely as it covers your hand with the glistening fluid. As you begin to gently stroke the engorged flesh, my hips begin an age old slow rocking to match your strokes. Our eyes find each others again and we see a joining of passion, the deepening of desire that we always share. I watch as you take your hand from the damp petals and bring your fingers to your lips to taste of me. The tip of your tongue lingering as it slowly laps at the musky sweetness.

Please..., is the only sound, a soft whisper, that I can manage as I ease my tongue outward to trace along the contours of my lips.

And you know......

You push your chair back a little and smile. As I watch you stand, my hands move to my breasts to cradle and knead the swollen roundness. My heart racing as I follow the path of your hands as they fumble with your belt, loosening it and my fingers ache for you as I watch you teasingly unzip your slacks. And, my mind loses all sense of control as I see you slip your slacks downwards to your ankles, over your shoes and then carefully fold them to lay them on the top of the filing cabinet.

All that I know is the full flame that needs to be shared and the heat of your body as your desire matches mine. You tease me a bit more, as you slip your underwear downwards and let them fall in a puddle on the floor. As you bend to pick them up, you lift them against me to gently tease at the aching heat of me with the warm, soft, cotton. The fabric teases against my inner thigh and I moan.

Looking at me, your hands feverishly seek the softness of my skin as you lift my dress and you sit slowly back down into your chair as you guide me to you. You part my thighs with my knees and bring me to you so that my hips straddle your knees and my hands curl around your shoulders....

Gazing into the glowing warmth of your eyes, my fingertips curling over your shoulders for support, I slowly, carefully lower myself onto your lap. As the distance closes between us I feel the tip of your arousal pressing every so slightly against the pathway to the heat of me.

Gasping, as I try so hard to not lose control, my hips still as I wait just savoring the beginning, the magic that we will share.

Lowering my head to yours, my forehead rests against yours as I feel a heated rush cover me inside and out. Each nerve ending alive and as though soft jolts of electricity are sparking at the ends. Then, sighing with the soft moans of desire, I lower my hips slowly...as if suspended in slow motion along the hardness of you.

My breasts aching and swell with desire...as gently the moist heat of me surrounds you, engulfing you. The two pieces of us together, and perfect once again. My breath rushes from between my parted lips and washes across your lips as I hungrily seek your lips, the gentle playfulness forgotten for a moment as I suddenly lower myself full bore against you.

I feel the tip of your arousal pressing upwards into me deep and filling...*soft slow moan*.....

Whimpering softly,Oh yes Sweetheart.My hips begin undulating in a circular motion as your hardness touches each part of me, teasing at the walls, and filling me with your heat...

And, as I lift my head slightly and watch the desire that shows in your eyes I know that the door won=B9t be unlocked for a very long time.

Each heartbeat we share throbs against my inner moistness, the ache that I feel for you pulses with each heartbeat. I begin a gentle lifting and lowering along your arousal as my breathing echoes in the chambers of your mouth. My lips gently tease against yours as the tip of my tongue flicks once for each slide upwards and again for each one down along your velvet shaft, the rhythm in unison...

Then, the room seems to disappear around us, as our bodies take lead and we follow.......

*Would it be so wrong... if I turned you on?***
-monique