Anticipation.
He had been waiting for weeks now. And they had turned into months. Every time, he would come close to it, but everything still felt so far away. The fragrance, the touch, the tease.. and the irresistible curves on that petite frame.. ever longing for a small taste ..and then one day it happened. Alone in his office, shut off from the world, she walked in wearing the skirt she knew he liked, adorned in the perfume she knew drew him in with hair just how he preferred. She sat next to him to work on an interview before they got to work on a dull Saturday. The perils of weekend work had unexpectedly presented an opportunity to get closer, he thought, and hoped she did too. After the initial hesitation and pleasant exchanges, her thighs gently brushing against his, he couldn't help but take a good look at her beautiful legs. Her sweet smell was increasing the anticipation and he certainly couldn't seem to concentrate on what she had walked in to discuss, but rather he found hi...