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Oh God, he’s so freaking hot.
He was so tall – maybe around six-feet-four or so – and he was so damn handsome! Whenever I closed my eyes I could still picture his sleek dark brown hair, black eyes and the way his big body moved with every step he took. He didn’t have a bodybuilder’s figure – no, he seemed more like a practical man – but was leaner with firm muscles. He could be practicing martial arts or maybe was into extreme sports.
The best thing about him was his stare.
Since the moment my father and I walked into his office he gave me this stern look like he was stripping me naked. Before we left, I dared to look around and look at him and he was staring back.
It was like looking into the eyes of a vampire. Well, a vampire I was willing to let his teeth sink deep into my neck.
Munching down on my sandwich I turned my laptop on and began checking my email and Facebook. It was a little bit of a chore just to slog through all my friends’ posts. It was a little annoying to see all my friends posting pictures together with their boyfriends and husbands. And here I was, single and alone.
“Dylan Bernard,” I mumbled to myself. A light bulb flashed in my head and I tried to search him up online. As expected, he didn’t have a public Facebook I could just add and message but he did have a LinkedIn profile and a Twitter account. I stalked his pages a little but instead of finding juicy pictures I only saw his posts about business deals and the like.
Even then I couldn’t help but stare at his profile picture. It was just a standard formal photo but he still managed to make it look so hot. The buttons of his dress shirt were slightly undone and it was enough to make me fantasize what his chest and abs looked like.
“Fuck,” I mumbled when I couldn’t handle simply staring at him. I reached down for my bag and took out a small notebook and pen. I intended to use this to take down notes for my father’s transactions but this had to take priority.
Quickly I began to jot down exactly what I thought of him.
I could imagine his big, heavy hands crushing me and pushing me down on the bed. Oh God! That would be exciting. Once he had me down I’d wiggle and squirm only for him to push me back in place and then smother me with his lips. I’d fight back a little, of course, just for fun and then eventually give in to his kisses.
With his body on top of mine, I’d feel his weight and his muscles pressing down on me, crushing my little form. I’d feel his chest press against my breasts and his legs brush against mine.
Between my legs, I felt the moisture and heat begin to burn and the effects were taking a toll on me.
I bit down on my lip as I started imagining how Dylan looked without his shirt and just how big and yummy his cock was.
I couldn’t help it. I had to start browsing the Internet for pictures and porn videos. I loved thinking about sex but I never actually did it before.
It wasn’t long until I felt my own finger reach down and slide between the moist folds of my pussy. My sex was warm and with every touch, I gasped and began to moan out in pleasure. As I did, I pictured Dylan’s face and how his strong features would twist in pl
easure while he takes me for his own.
Quickly I jotted down every detail, every fantasy.
I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted him to blindfold me, gag me and plow his way into me. I wanted him to squeeze my tits while I rode his cock, sitting on top of him on his lap. I wanted him to call my name and call me his while our bodies melted together in the night.
My chest was starting to heave up and down. That was when I realized I was little out of breath merely from my own imagination.
I was soaked in my own sweat and when I reached down below I realized I had reached my orgasm. My juices, sticky and warm, had flowed between my legs.
“Oh shit,” I gasped softly when I realized just how slutty I looked. I was down on the bed, drenched from my fantasies. When I checked how much I had written I was shocked to see I filled over ten pages of naughty kinks and narrations of what I wanted Dylan to do to me.
I had to clean up. Once I caught my breath, I got back up and headed to the bathroom. There I took a long, hot shower so I could relax and calm my mind. As the water dripped down on my body, I had the time to just shut my eyes and ponder about what I had to do – the real things I had to do.
For one thing, I had to start preparing those papers. Dylan was going to have everything ready by Monday and I needed to get our end of the deal ready. Dad was leaving soon and I needed to make sure all of the investors were on board with the decision for the land we chose.
By the time I was done with my shower, it was already a little late into the night. I still had time to make some popcorn and watch a movie online but before all that, I got back to my drawer and started working. There was a lot to finish but most of the hard work was already done. I just needed to go through these papers, audit the transactions and then check if the signatures were right.
As I worked, my mind drifted.
I couldn’t help but think about this coming Monday. I was going to spend an entire day with him. I was going to be alone with him.
I bit down on my lip as I started to fantasize how I could – or would – seduce him. Maybe I’d unbutton my shirt a little to tease him with my cleavage. Maybe I could wear a really short skirt. Maybe I’d get to press my body up against his. Maybe we’d end up with him picking me up, slamming me down on a table and then fucking me right then and there.
Oh, there were endless possibilities!
My mind was going wild. I had to stop or else I wouldn’t finish my work for tonight. I had to do something or else I’d just stay here playing with myself.
