The texting has been fun. The reality of all our words coming to fruition hits me full force as I walk from my car towards the station. I'm carrying coffees, an innocuous visit to you at work. My stomach knotted with nerves, I open the front door and walk to the reception desk.
"Welcome to 44 Division. Can I help you?" The smiling uniformed officer asks me from behind the front desk.
"Hi. Yes. I'm here to see Detective Gray." I attempt to keep my voice clear and steady, while my heart jumps into my throat.
"Is he expecting you?" He asks.
"Yes."
"Name please." He continues to smile at me, and I clear my throat before I answer.
"Serena Thompson."
The uniformed man leaves the room and I stand there, willing my hands to stop shaking. It is not long before he returns, unlocks the door to the left of his desk and ushers me in.
"Right this way."
I follow him down a long hallway, avoiding eye contact with the men and women in uniform walking the hallway. Each step feels clumsy, my heart fluttering and my mouth suddenly dry. He knocks on a door at the end of the hall, far away from the hustle and bustle of the main station. I peer around and it appears the adjoining offices are dark and uninhabited.
"Come in." The voice, a low grumbling, comes from inside. A shiver spikes down my spine, as my escort officer opens the door and I attempt to walk into the office. My feet feel heavy and I take the four steps inside to stand before your desk as he shuts the door behind me.
I finally look up and you are in front of me, brusquely brushing past me to the door. I hear a click as you lock the door and turn to face me. I put the coffees down on your desk and let my purse fall to the ground. Striding towards me quickly, you grab me and pull me close, your lips finding mine immediately. The heat of your lips on mine is more than I can bear and I melt into your arms, sliding my hands down your back to pull you closer. Our tongues dance against each other and I hear a low groan escape your lips as you pull back slightly and your eyes finally meet mine.
"Hello beautiful." Your deep voice washes over me and my body trembles.
"Wow. Hi." I mutter, and shake my head, attempting to dislodge the foggy, heated flush I can feel surrounding my head.
I turn from you and approach the chair across from your desk.
"No. Don't sit down. I need something first." Your hands run down my body as you turn me back to face you. We had, jokingly I thought, talked about what I was going to wear today, and that you wanted to keep the thong I was wearing. My breath catches as I feel your hands slide up my smooth legs, lifting my skirt to slide up my thighs. An involuntary moan escapes my lips. Your hands slide up further, barely grazing my steaming pussy before hooking into the sides of my thong. You begin to slide it slowly down my legs and I lift first one, then the other, leg to allow you to slide them off me entirely. You crumple the black silky thong in your fist and bring it up to your face, inhaling deep. I blush, not completely understanding why this is so erotic and arousing to me.
"You smell so good babe." You whisper, between sniffs. You smile into my eyes and balling the thong up in your fist, slide my thong into your pocket. You take me into your arms and kiss me again, deeply, my insides bubbling with desire.
