A stranger comes up behind you. You feel his breath on your neck. You smell his scent. He runs his hands through your hair and over your back. He bends you over your desk and slides his hands over your hips, then over your ass, loving every curve of your beautiful body. His hands are strong and you can't help but think that whatever he does for a living, he definitely uses his hands to do it.
He flips your hair over your left shoulder and kisses the side of your face and down the gentle curve of your soft neck. His hands linger on your hips. His crotch grinds into your ass. You can feel him growing hard through the multiple layers of fabric between you two; turned on from having his hands on your body and by all the dirty things he wants to do to you and your body running through his head.
His hands run up your hips and under your shirt. His hands touch your bare flesh for the first time as he runs his hands up your sides and over the curve of your breasts over your bra. He can feel your nipples harden against the material inside, desperately trying to poke through.
He grabs the tail of your shirt and pulls it up your body. Your offer no resistance, raising your arms, sliding the cumbersome material up off over your head. He runs his hands over your naked back and over your bra strap. He shudders at how soft your skin is.
His hands glide back up your back, resting on your shoulders and massage your tender skin. His hands run up your neck, into your hair, before sliding down your arms.
Starting at the base of your neck, he kisses down your back, past your bra strap... kisses down to your tailbone.
He unclasps your bra, slides it down your arms and lets it drop to the floor. He reaches around, runs his hands up your soft stomach and over your beautiful tits. Your hard nipples graze against the palms of his hands... You feel his cock twitch through his pants against your ass.
