Overtime Fantasies (Part 1)

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As soon as the last meeting of the day was over, I walked back to my office and closed the door behind me. Leaning back against it, I slowly let out a deep sigh. Every day at 5 pm, the office clears out quicker than if the fire alarm had sounded, and thankfully that time had finally arrived. Once again, she had driven me completely to distraction and I have been unable to concentrate on getting any work done. I close my eyes and review the metal image etched into memory from the project meeting that had just concluded a few minutes ago. The outfits she wears to work are impeccably professional, and yet entirely seductive. Even today, her wavy walnut-colored locks are appropriately composed into a neat bundle, with only a few wisps escaping their restraint to dance rebelliously along her cheeks and the tops of her ears. The black knit-wool cardigan sweater only serves to emphasize the crisp whiteness of the Sex hikayeleri cotton button-down blouse worn underneath. She leaves perhaps one too many buttons open at the top of her blouse, which is possibly the only outward concession in acknowledgment of her own sexuality, but certainly nothing anybody would be able to fault in her appearance. The charcoal pencil skirt ensnaring her waist falls most properly to a length just a few inches below the knee, yet somehow manages to shadow every curve of her hips and thighs without impairing her stride in the least. Even the soft, nude tones of the nylon hose hugging her calves screams propriety while fully accentuating the firm tone of her smooth flesh beneath. Yes, even the black patent pumps with a modest 2-in heel caressing her feet meet all the standards of decorum. I take another very deep breath, exhale slowly, and open my eyes. Noticing Sikiş hikayeleri the dryness in my mouth, I decide some water would be a good thing right about now. I head to the office kitchenette, fill a cup from the water cooler, and empty it in two swallows. Standing a moment there in the kitchenette, the lack of office chatter reminds me that most everyone has left for the day by now, and I chide myself that I, too, should be heading home to my wife. Instead, I return back through the hallways to my office and once again close the door. I dim down the lights and lock the door, just as I have done in what almost seems to be turning into an every Tuesday night occurrence for the last several months. I move around the desk and almost fall into my chair. The blinking of my desk phone and the flashing of my computer screen, both intended to alert me to the fact that I’ve got messages Erotik hikaye waiting that need response, are ignored. I lean back and close my eyes, again calling her seductive image to the forefront of my mental attention. She had been sitting to the right of me at the conference-room table for the last hour and as usual, had absorbed all of my attention. The scent of her perfume had wrapped me into its erotic embrace from the moment she sat down. Being forced to look past her throughout the course of the meeting to outwardly pay attention to the meeting coordinator at the head of the table had given me more than ample opportunity to survey her (even more?) open blouse and admire the full swell of her breasts barely contained in the very sexy black lace demi-bra she wore. Glancing back over her shoulder, she draws my gaze to her gorgeous face just in time to watch her perfectly full lips rearrange into a crooked smirk. Her soft honey-brown eyes laugh at me through the veil of her long lashes before she composes her features and turns back away. Suddenly realizing I had been holding my breath, I carefully let it out slowly as to not draw attention to myself.

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