For about three weeks now, I’ve been watching a beautiful woman.
I first saw her from the back when she came into the office to drop off some papers one day.
It was the shape of her ass in the tight black skirt that held my attention. I stared at her round rump thinking how nice it would be to lift her skirt, to kiss her from the back of her knees all the way to her lovely cheeks, and to sniff her lovely scent. Was she natural, or sweet with oil? Was she shaved or neatly trimmed?
The mystery of her leaves me excited and always with a smile as I indulge in my lustful thoughts. I wouldn’t mind at all burying my face between her thighs, or gripping her face between mine.
Indulging in these fantasies are fun. I have no intention or need to make it anything else. Having dated one person from work is enough, thank you. I just like watching and letting my imagination run wild. And it’s always a pleasure catching a glimpse of the lovely face that goes along with the nice ass.
Yesterday, I went down to the department where she worked to chat with a few of the women I know. I was talking to a friend of mine when she showed up. Her name is Anya. My friend introduced us.
“I hear very nice things about you,” She said. “Just about every man around here has a hard on for you,”
“I’m flattered,” I said.
She looked at me long and hard smilng. I looked back. I could smell her perfume.
Someone paged her.
“Damn,” she said. I’ll be right back. Don’t leave before I get back, okay? I want to say something to you,”
I couldn’t imagine what in the world she would want to say to me.
“I have to get back shortly,” I said.
“I’ll be right back,” she hurried off. She was wearing fishnet stockings and high heels and a tight fitting black skirt with a subtle side slit. The woman had a naughty side. I could feel it. Fishnet stockings at work. I was intrigued. What else was she wearing or not wearing beneath the skirt?
I looked in the direction she disappeared to and saw her talking with her supervisor. I had an appointment so I went back to my office. And shortly after Ms. Anya appeared in the doorway. She knocked and I waved her in. She closed the door behind her.
“What can I do for you?” I asked.
“God asked me to do this,” She said falling to her knees before me. She lifted one leg and placed tiny kisses around my ankle, lifted the other leg and did the same thing, watching me the entire time.
I watched her lips on my skin. Not quite sure how to react.
“God told me to do it,” she said. And she turned and walked out. I stared after her. What the hell?