the disappointment growing in the pits of her stomach.
Don't worry, Holly. You're going to get everything you've ever dreamed of. Every inch of me will be yours.
She stands up and walks to the file cabinet.
"What are you looking for?" I ask.
"The payroll procedures file."
"Oh yeah, I wasn't sure where it went. I think I stuck it in the cabinet where you keep all the miscellaneous research folders."
She's fumbling through files. I can tell she's growing irritated. Irritated that her files are out of order, irritated that I haven't once hinted about asking her out, even though I've been driving her crazy all week long, irritated she hasn't been sexually pleased in a long time.
"I can't find it in here."
I'm sitting there staring at her skirt hugging her in all the right places. She's even cuter when she gets frustrated. This woman is going to be a wild ride. She has my dick bulging in my pants. Like I always say, never waste a good erection.
I walk up behind her and peer over her shoulder, pretending to help find the file. I slowly press my cock up against her ass, talking in her ear.
"I could have sworn I put it right here ."
I shift my hips slightly, giving her a little feel of what's to come. Her eyes close and a slight shudder runs through her arched back. All I can think about is how wet that pussy has to be. I want to tear into it right now, but the anticipation is where the fun resides. It makes the reward so much greater. I walk over to my seat, watching her in the corner of my eye. She adjusts her skirt a little and wipes the palms of her hands down her hips before walking back over to her seat.
"Oh, my bad, it's over here on the desk. I swear I put it in the file cabinet. Sorry."
I look at her and smile. She is biting her lip and I'm not going to be able to tease her much longer.
***
The rest of the day is pretty normal, but she's catching on to the bullshit and I can tell she isn't going to take it much longer. I'm worried she might bite my head off like a praying mantis if I don't make a move.
"You know—"
Her eyes light up.
"I was thinking that once work is done today, we won't really have any professional ties. Maybe we could grab some dinner?"
Her cheeks are now flushed with red hues and she tries to play it cool, but she can barely keep from squirming in her seat. She smiles and looks embarrassed, yet manages to get a few words out.
"Ummmm, yes. I would like that."
"Awesome, I'll pick you up at seven. Text me your address."
I walk out the door. On my way out I hear, "There's still five minutes of work left."
"That's what the quiche was for."
***
I'm cruising in the Fastback, drawing looks at every corner. She really is a thing of beauty. Highland green like Steve McQueen's in Bullitt, only his was a '68. I don't know if I've ever loved a woman more than this car, well other than my mom. It's the only car I've driven since I was 17.
I pull up to her house. I'm certain she heard me and is standing by the door. She'll make me wait 30 seconds before she answers, so she doesn't appear desperate.
The door opens and she looks gorgeous. I have flowers of course. She's getting the whole package tonight. Her dress is black and mid-length. It would be conservative for most, but I can tell that it's probably the sexiest thing in her closet. It doesn't matter, she looks smoking hot in it, and it's going to end up on the floor regardless.
I open the door for her like a gentleman, courtesy of Ms. Hannover who would wallop me with a cast iron skillet if I behaved any different. She's impressed, but I think it's more with the car than my chivalrous nature.
Right now is my favorite part of the evening. When I turn the key, her panties are going to melt in my seat. I can see her waiting in anticipation. I fire her up and my baby continues her winning streak. The vibrations under the hood are soaking up that
Don't worry, Holly. You're going to get everything you've ever dreamed of. Every inch of me will be yours.
She stands up and walks to the file cabinet.
"What are you looking for?" I ask.
"The payroll procedures file."
"Oh yeah, I wasn't sure where it went. I think I stuck it in the cabinet where you keep all the miscellaneous research folders."
She's fumbling through files. I can tell she's growing irritated. Irritated that her files are out of order, irritated that I haven't once hinted about asking her out, even though I've been driving her crazy all week long, irritated she hasn't been sexually pleased in a long time.
"I can't find it in here."
I'm sitting there staring at her skirt hugging her in all the right places. She's even cuter when she gets frustrated. This woman is going to be a wild ride. She has my dick bulging in my pants. Like I always say, never waste a good erection.
I walk up behind her and peer over her shoulder, pretending to help find the file. I slowly press my cock up against her ass, talking in her ear.
"I could have sworn I put it right here ."
I shift my hips slightly, giving her a little feel of what's to come. Her eyes close and a slight shudder runs through her arched back. All I can think about is how wet that pussy has to be. I want to tear into it right now, but the anticipation is where the fun resides. It makes the reward so much greater. I walk over to my seat, watching her in the corner of my eye. She adjusts her skirt a little and wipes the palms of her hands down her hips before walking back over to her seat.
"Oh, my bad, it's over here on the desk. I swear I put it in the file cabinet. Sorry."
I look at her and smile. She is biting her lip and I'm not going to be able to tease her much longer.
***
The rest of the day is pretty normal, but she's catching on to the bullshit and I can tell she isn't going to take it much longer. I'm worried she might bite my head off like a praying mantis if I don't make a move.
"You know—"
Her eyes light up.
"I was thinking that once work is done today, we won't really have any professional ties. Maybe we could grab some dinner?"
Her cheeks are now flushed with red hues and she tries to play it cool, but she can barely keep from squirming in her seat. She smiles and looks embarrassed, yet manages to get a few words out.
"Ummmm, yes. I would like that."
"Awesome, I'll pick you up at seven. Text me your address."
I walk out the door. On my way out I hear, "There's still five minutes of work left."
"That's what the quiche was for."
***
I'm cruising in the Fastback, drawing looks at every corner. She really is a thing of beauty. Highland green like Steve McQueen's in Bullitt, only his was a '68. I don't know if I've ever loved a woman more than this car, well other than my mom. It's the only car I've driven since I was 17.
I pull up to her house. I'm certain she heard me and is standing by the door. She'll make me wait 30 seconds before she answers, so she doesn't appear desperate.
The door opens and she looks gorgeous. I have flowers of course. She's getting the whole package tonight. Her dress is black and mid-length. It would be conservative for most, but I can tell that it's probably the sexiest thing in her closet. It doesn't matter, she looks smoking hot in it, and it's going to end up on the floor regardless.
I open the door for her like a gentleman, courtesy of Ms. Hannover who would wallop me with a cast iron skillet if I behaved any different. She's impressed, but I think it's more with the car than my chivalrous nature.
Right now is my favorite part of the evening. When I turn the key, her panties are going to melt in my seat. I can see her waiting in anticipation. I fire her up and my baby continues her winning streak. The vibrations under the hood are soaking up that
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