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 his mind wandering to things he wished would happen then and there..

He wanted so badly to go onto his knees, lift her skirt up and gently pull her black panties down, all while watching her breathing get heavier. All he could think of was her smell and her taste, the feeling of his tongue slowly licking and moving up the inner parts of her thighs as she grows restless with anticipation..
..his hands sliding up her dress, on her belly..her sides.. feeling the rush of adrenaline..her bra tightly holding the beautiful breasts he wanted to see, areolas he wanted to lick and nipples he wanted to suck on..then sliding his hands underneath her bra and feeling her ample breasts in his hands.. his tongue now deeply embedded in her vagina, vigorously moving and tasting her every inch and watching her body groove to his touch and respond strongly to his mouth as she finally let go of all she had been holding back..
For him to taste it all...

Then as she calms down from the peak of satisfaction, she would go down on her knees and slide his scrubs down, her gentle hands feeling the contours of his back and buttocks as she puts them underneath his shorts to pull it down entirely and see what she had been waiting to.. in the flesh, rock hard and dripping.. and without a pause, she would take his penis deep in her mouth, her tongue feeling his foreskin, his urethra and tasting his glans..taking it in deeper with each stroke and feeling it softly nudge the back of her throat but enjoying having her mouth filled up completely by his girth, her gentle sucking driving him even more crazy till he isn't able to control it any more and let's out his semen, watching it coat her tongue which she gleefully swallows and licks it all completely clean.. both returning to their chairs and tidied up like nothing ever happened...

All in his mind, waiting to happen..

When will it?