She drops her keys down on the table by the front door as she walks into the room. Another long week is over and she's mentally drained. Kicking her shoes off, she pulls her skirt up and starts peeling her hose off, promising herself they'll stay off until her alarm blares Monday morning.
Tossing her purse to the floor she staggers lazily through the living room into the kitchen. Grabbing a glass out of the cabinet she pours herself a glass of wine and takes a long savoring sip. She throws her head back, closing her eyes enjoying that first sigh of relief since she'd left her office.
He's watched her every step since she came through the door, she's lovely with her head thrown back, eyes closed. He slowly walks up behind her placing one hand over her mouth while grabbing the other with the wine to steady the glass from spilling. With his mouth next to her ear he whispers "shh... don't move." She has gone stiff, not making a sound.
He removes his hand from her mouth, now he isn't touching her at all, but she can feel the heat from his body very close behind her. He takes the glass from her hand and places it on the bar beside her. She doesn't make a move, her arm still held up from holding the glass. He traces his fingertips back up her arm and slowly caresses the skin right under her ear, down her neck. Barely touching the skin. She doesn't make a move except slowly lowering her arm to her side. He leans into her back and she can feel his arousal pushing into the small of her back, she let's out a small whimper.
Now his lips are back near her ear, she can feel his breath, it's warm and she begins to tingle. He whispers again "Lean up, on the bar." She does as she's told, moving the few inches it takes until her stomach is touching the bar. He moves too and is still barely touching her, but she can feel his hardness, she knows he wants her. He takes his hands and gently touches her shoulders, moving them down her arms and back up until his fingertips brush the sides of her breasts. He stops there, leaving his fingers touching her.
Again she tenses, her breasts are reacting, her nipples are tightening and tingling. She wants this, oh God, she needs this. His mouth moves back to her ear and gently his tongue traces the outside, his breath still warm. Lifting his arm from her side he moves her hair back from her neck, now his mouth is on her neck, she let's out a moan and throws her head back into him. He grabs her hair and pushes her head back down, he continues to trace her neck with tiny little kisses. He whispers, "Do you like this?"
She doesn't answer, she simply nods her head. He releases her hair and moves his hand down to touch right above her knee, resting it there, teasing her. He rubs the muscle in her leg then slowly moves his hand up her thigh, pulling her skirt up as he does. He slowly moves his hand until he can feel the heat from her body. Using one finger he traces her panty line, again she lets out a moan, this one comes from deep inside her. She's on fire now, she needs him to touch her. He gently slides his hand into the leg of her panties and cups her pussy, feeling the heat.
She arches her back into him parting her legs, silently begging him to touch her. Using his middle finger her gently taps on her lips, never touching her clit, that is swollen and sticking out from between them. She wiggles into him, breathing heavy, sighing loudly.
Leaving his hand still he is in her ear again, "Do you like this? Is this what you want?"
"Yes ..." she moans. Her breath is hard and quick.