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Dreams and Fantasies
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Dreams and Fantasies She walked back to her desk, feeling frisky and alive. It might have had something to do with the air that she felt on her exposed lips under that skirt. The ones framed by the garter's lines that went to hold up the hose she was wearing. On the way back to her desk, she took a detour to the bathroom. She got into the stall and locked the door. She lightly ran her fingertips and nails along the curves of her breasts that were above her bra cups. Mmm, that felt good. She slowly dragged her nails over the the edge of her lacy bra cups and ran her nails below the edges of the cups... relishing that feel so close to her nipples but not touching them. One hand left the dallying of her fingers on her breasts to go explore the tops of her hose and the exposed skin just above them. She lifted her skirt a bit higher and a bit higher still. Soon, the cooler air of the bathroom was brushing against the skin of her ass and her lips and thighs. She imagined all the men in the meeting that she had just been in with. All of them had some aspect of their face that she liked. Some had nice hair, some had nice lips, some had nice eyes. She imagined them, one by one, looking at her while she did the things that she was doing to herself now. She imagined their different expressions, some would be shocked, some would be intrigued, some would be lustful. She continued to tease herself, never quite touching her clitoris, never quite touching her nipples. She did this for about 5 very long moments, and then she straightened her skirt and blouse out, reluctantly buttoning up the blouse one more higher, hiding her bra, but not all of her cleavage, and then she flushed the toilet just in case someone was in the bathroom, and walked out of the now unlocked stall, washed her hands, and then dried them. When she walked out of the bathroom, she was as happy as she could be, had ever been, at work, and walked to her desk. Going around the corner just a bit too fast, she bumped into Mr. Freeman, a full bodied bump with his hands going up and onto her breasts, where he held onto her for a full second longer than he needed to, longer than to ascertain whether either of them would fall. A shocked look on his face, and one of indulgent pleasure crossed hers. "mmm, excuse me..." she murmured under her breath. He reluctantly smiled and said, "Wow, I should have been more careful. I apologize..." at this moment, he sniffed the air in confusion. After a brief pause, she asked him what was wrong? "Oh, I can't identify your perfume. You smell amazing. What is that smell?" "Anticipation. I made it myself. I wear it on pulse points that makes it near impossible for anyone but myself to smell. Count yourself among the very few that have smelled it." As she stepped back, she saw that a look of disappointment was now on his face. "Oh don't worry, I think you will get a chance to smell it again... soon." With that, Mary sashayed down the hallway, away from Mr. Freeman. He stood there with a contemplative look on his face. He sensed that she would be some kind of trouble in a co-worker. He smiled as he turned away from her and went about his business to his office. He was looking forward to it. The Cust |
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Dreams and fantasies. Do you have any? Does this seem like one you would like? Please let me know in the comment section. The Cust
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This is outstanding!! ANTICIPATION now I have a name I can use Great writing (Virtual Symposium Group) use Virtual Symposium Group
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Nice!
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This was an excellent read! I know it far too well... A slow build up of gentle teasing drives me wild with desire. Heightened senses, desires intensify and become nearly unbearable. And then finally you crest the peak and helplessly slup over the edge into an oblivion of bliss. Thanks for sharing!
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