Lunchtime and I find myself driving around in my car, work forgotten and the afternoon mine. No destination in mind I just drive. My head spinning in glorious excitement flipping between the woman I love and that of our lovers, the female side especially.
I pull into the parking lot and stop, after turning the car off I sit back and let my eyes take on the building before me, I feel my cock stir as I think about what could happen. My heart beats loudly in my chest and I swear that I can feel the seat around me pulsing with it's beat! Opening the door I climb out of the vehicle closing it lightly behind me, turning I face the doorway inside and with a large inhale walk through the door.
The inside a typical bank, people are lined up waiting their turn, women working behind the large counter moving the masses quickly through. I walk up to the service counter and give them your name, "I have an appointment," I almost whisper afraid to speak louder, sure they would hear the excitement in my voice and know something is different about this meeting.
"Have a seat," the woman behind the counter tells me, motioning the stiff looking leather chairs behind me. Taking a seat I watch her lift her phone and speak into it, "Hi Heather, a Mr. Anderson to see you," she pauses for a moment and looks up at me, "yes a Mr. Anderson."
She hangs up and smiles, "she'll be right with you."
I nod and then thank her before relaxing my body and let my shoulders sigh against the back of the chair. Thinking to myself I wonder, "Which door will she come through," as my eyes scan the numerous doors filling the wall behind the counter and women diligently working.
I don't have to wait long to find out as I watch a door open almost directly in front of me but across the bank and you step through. My heart smiles and I gasp slightly at seeing you, though not the first time, every time I see you I am stunned by your beauty, today is no different. Your eyes widen slightly when you see me and you stop for only a fraction of time, no one notices it but I do and in that moment our eyes connect and we drink each other in! Your tongue slowly licks the top of your lip as you walk forward and I feel myself harden a little more. Your eyes never leaving mine you cross the bank and as you approach your hand slowly rises, "Mr. Anderson?" you ask as if questioning is that who I am, more for the woman at the service desks benefit.
I stand and find your hand in mine as we softly shake, my finger caresses the palm of your hand before we release, "Yes," I whisper.
