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- I could feel every thread in my underwear. I could feel my
- hair brushing against the back of my neck. I could feel my hard
- nipples being caressed by my thin cotton shirt. I could hear the blood
- whispering through my veins. All the tiny hairs on my body were
- standing on end, as though I were under a high tension wire, or
- holding onto a Van de Graaff generator. Electricity filled me, making
- my head spin and my genitals flood with heat. Hot moisture oozed from
- my body, dampening my underwear. My anus tensed and untensed over and
- over, aching for something, or someone.
-
- I wandered down the hall, smiling and exchanging greetings
- with co-workers, wondering how the thin social veneer could still
- function when my body and mind were so out of synch with the rest of
- the world.
-
- I walked into the coffee room and he was standing there. I
- stopped for a moment, knowing how starved I was for him, but unsure if
- he felt the same. I've never dated anyone I work with, and don't want
- to risk doing or saying anything to spoil my career advancement. But
- every time I saw him, it did something to me.
-
- more [q=quit] He was tall and well made, with blond hair, blue eyes, and
- that Nordic complexion which flushes so easily. He was handsome, so
- incredibly handsome. An Adonis. I'd been fantasizing about him for
- months.
-
- I walked over beside him, head lowered, eyes peeking over at
- the hardening bulge in his slacks. It was as perfect as he was. Long
- and thick. I wanted to taste it so bad saliva squirted into my mouth.
- I could smell him. No cologne or aftershave, just the clean musk of
- his body.
-
- "Hello," he said softly.
-
- I swallowed hard, afraid my voice would come out hoarse.
- Instead it came out husky, sexy, as I replied to his greeting.
-
- I could feel the current which surrounded me reaching out to
- include him. Waves of heat streamed from his body, crashing against
- me, and my lungs labored to breath under the onslaught.
-
- My hand shook as I filled my cup and added cream. Glancing up,
- more [q=quit] I saw him looking at me. I dropped my eyes swiftly, feeling the heat
- rise in my face and chest, knowing I was blushing, and helpless to do
- anything about it.
-
- He said something to me, and the current was so loud in my
- ears I didn't hear.
-
- "What?" I almost whispered.
-
- "I said, are you free for lunch today?" he repeated.
-
- Wild joy flooded me.
-
- "Yes," I said, shivering.
-
- "Would you have lunch with me? At Jordan's? One o'clock?"
-
- I nodded, swallowing. He moved away, and very lightly brushed
- against my bare arm as he did so. The tiny hairs there stood on end,
- and he smiled as he walked away.
-
- more [q=quit] I leaned against the counter, shivering with anticipation.
-
- When I was reasonably under control again, I walked back to my
- office and sat down before the computer screen. I read the same
- paragraph again, and still didn't know what it said.
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