The last few weeks my mind has been wandering. I keep looking at you and my heart skips a beat. I feel so alive when you are around. I am sad that this ad campaign is just about over and we wonβt be working together after this. When I called to request your firmβs services, I never dreamt that they would send someone like you to my company to manage this account.
When you first walked into my office, I was spell bound by the goddess who stood before me. Your long hair was pulled up and neatly placed in a bun, your blue eyes gently framed by your glasses, your full lips painted red and the tan of your skin glowed. The skirt you wore clung to your curves like a glove and accented the dedication you spent in the gym perfecting your body. It was hard for me to concentrate as you went through your presentation.
As the months went by and our hectic pace increased, we spent more and more time together working closely. It seemed like all we did was work. I could not think of anything but getting this project done and launched, and that was no easy feat. In the last few weeks, the proximity of you began to have an affect on me. It seemed like we were always bumping into, or rubbing up against, or reaching over each other. You would stand behind me and point things out as you reached over my shoulder. I could feel your firm breast rub against my shoulder. You cause a flash of desire but then I catch myself and try to concentrate on the job at hand.
Tonight as we finish the final touches, we relax a bit and the pace slows. We are very comfortable with each other and relaxed. I walk over to the bar and pour us a drink. You sit on the couch with your eyes closed. Your blazer is over the back of the couch and I stop to look at you closely. What has happened? Am I falling for you? I start from your feet and work my way up. I see your strong calves and thighs encased in the silk stockings you wear. Your skirt hugs your curves like they did months ago. Your blouse is slightly unbuttoned and I can see part of the lace bra that conceals your firm breast. Your neck is stretched as your head is leaned back. Your arms show the strength hidden under delicate chiseling. Your long fingernails well manicured. I am truly taken back by the sight before me. I never stopped long enough to truly study you until now. I walk to the couch and sit next to you as I hand you your drink. Your full lips caress the brim of the glass as I watch. We talk for a while and for a change it is not about the project. As the time passes, I can not take my eyes off of you. I listen intently to every word as it rolls off of your tongue and through your full lips. You have me spell bound.
You stop for a moment and just look at me. Am I seeing this? A hunger of passion burning in your eyes? You turn a bit and lean towards me as I lean to you. Our lips meet for the first time as a wave of passion sweeps over me. Our kiss is electric. Our lips gently part and our tongues explore each other. Our arms gently wrap around each other as I pull you to me. You sit on my lap and reach up to remove the clip from your hair. It cascades down and frames your face. I reach up and slowly unbutton your blouse as you lean your head back. Your nipples are hard and begging for release from there prison. You lean forward and kiss me deeply. Our passion grows with each kiss and passing moment.