This is my mood when you walk in for the third time to get your new license plate.
“Excuse me….ma’am?” you say to me to snap me out of my frustration. The perplexed expression on your face reveals that this was not the first ‘Excuse me, ma’am’ offered in my direction.
I sigh, long and slow turning slowly to face you.
I tell you to ‘have a seat’ and you sit in the third chair to directly face the desk I am using that afternoon.
In order to brighten my experience today I dressed in my hot secretary theme which involves a fitted black skirt, button up top showing dipping cleavage, a pair of black smart heels, hair slicked and pulled back, glasses and red lipstick. Oh, the irony…instead of making me feel lighter the reverse effect is happening. I’m sexy and hot, but everything has to be done slower with my tight fitted clothing and high heels. I remind myself that I am sexy and it will be worthy it.
My slowness is making your wait even more as I walk over to the printer pretending to grab something of no importance to either of us. I can feel your impatience floating in the air. You are good looking man. I want you to stay awhile. Now I look through a folder taking more time.
Might as well drop a pen so I can bend over. I do. The pen rolls away and underneath the printer station.
“Oh darn” I mumble. Bending over will be fun, but getting on all fours with my ass sticking up in the air to grab the pen will be even better.
I can feel you watching me.
Finally, I saunter back to my desk, sit down, open my files of nothing important papers and without looking declare a firm “Next”. I listen to your motions of rising up from your chair, your quick steps to sit at my desk and then to clearing your voice to announce that you are seated and ready. You are wearing casual summer attire of long tan shorts, a short sleeved plaid shirt and flip flops. Sunglasses are pushed onto your head of your graying hair. When you are seated your legs relax sending both legs to the side exposing the contours of your ball sack.
I wonder what else is under there.
I stare at you expressionless when you tell me “Here is the rest of my documents. It should all be there.” The tension I am creating by disregarding your certainty begins to simmer an arousal deep in my pussy and I continue on ignoring you while I scrutinize your precious little folder of documents. You are correct, you have everything needed. It’s all there. Instead of giving you your license plates I tell you, “You need an inspection.” It rolled out of my mouth without control, an idea that should have been left as a mischievous thought.
“The inspection is right there. You are holding it, ma’am.” This time your voice is showing its impatience. You are right and I am telling that you are wrong.
I make myself clear.
I look up and meet your eyes. They challenge me. I say ‘just a second’. My gaze lowers to your groin. I repeat that you need an inspection while focusing my gaze at your cock. You give a nervous chuckle and your cock betrays you by building a tent. Your mind wants license plates, your cock is thirsty for something else. A snug smile landscapes my lips and my nipples betray also give me away forming tiny torpedos through my blouse. Our bodies are starting their own conversation. You want to ask what I mean. You don’t. Finally, I tell you exactly what I want.
“Stand up. I want to inspect ‘IT’. Your cock. Here and now.” Keeping the control in my voice is more difficult. I inhale deeply heaving my breast upward as I do. You have not declined or told me I am crazy lady and that you are going to report this. I decide you want to play along. With eyes narrowing in on me with your full erection silently daring me. You have a ‘let’s see what you got’ expression.
“Stand up” I command you.
You stand up out of the chair facing me at my desk with your cock pointing straight at me like a gun.
‘It looks like you have quite the specimen’ I whisper.
“Let me see it.”
There is hesitation on your part.
“Hold it in your hand and present it to me.”
I’m really doing this. I’m committed now. I am the cold office clerk until the end. Gracefully, I maneuver myself to be seated in front of you. I proceed slowly, seductively. The tigress is in me and I want to play with my prey.
Body language can tell one a lot and I can see that you are used to sexual encounters. Standing tall and with your beastly cock in your hand you breath naturally. I wonder who is really in control.Getting to the task at hand I sit in front of you.
“Face me,” I tell you so that I am seated while you are standing with your cock at face level. I keep my hands placed at my side on the chair. Leaning toward your cock I sniff it. It has musky odor, you did not come directly from a shower. Using a voice I tease your cock and speak to it.
“Look at you,” I whisper. “You are strong, aren’t you?”
Sniff….
“I love your veins.”
Suddenly precum drips from your head.
“Oooooh, look at that, a little pre cum for me.”
With my index finger I catch the fall of your precum and start circling it onto your cock. You groan.
“There, there. He likes that doesn’t he?”
You don’t speak and I’m grateful for that. I’m enjoying the sound of my voice and the sense of your breathing. I grab your cock fully into my hand now because I want to assess it’s girth. You say, “fuck” with a breathlessness, almost like it is not a word, but another way to sigh your pleasure out into the world.
I did not lock the door or put the closed sign on. There is a realization that this cannot go on much longer. Under my hand I can feel your cock throbbing and pulsing. It’s waiting to explode as if asking permission from it’s seductress.
My mouth begins to salivate for you. I lower myself to squatting and grab hold onto your hard dick for balance. You are a strong man. With your eyes on my I open my mouth, teasing you by not engulfing you into my mouth, but instead letting my tongue lick your dripping head. The energy flowing between your cock and my mouth is overwhelming me and a surge of wetness is felt from my pussy.
We both hear the car rolling into the parking lot. It all happens at once. You explode into my mouth as I groan, almost whimper with the pleasure of having it all. No time to linger so you pull out, tuck it in and pull it back into your pants. You keep your eyes on me and we know what is next. I swallow you. There is not a drop left. My co worker walks in, I hand you your plates and leave.
