Star of my Fantasy

I'm having fantasies about my co-worker. Sexual ones. Yes I'm already in a relationship, but I haven't had sex in more than 2 months! Don't even ask. So I figure a little flirting and mental gymnastics never hurt anyone...right? So I'm sitting at my desk, studiously trying to finish this report that was due like yesterday. But the face right across me is so damn distracting! There is a time and a place for fantasy, and this is not it let me tell you. But he's so damn gorgeous! Caramel skin and dark chocolate eyes. A wide mouth that breaks into a sexy smirk (just for me, it seems). And don't even get me started on that goatee! I could just stare at it all day thinking about how Ataşehir Escort his rough beard would feel against my sensitive, neglected clit. Oh god, I'm not gonna finish this report today! Well, it's a good thing we have these wide-ass desks to hide my multitude of sins. Sometimes I get so caught up in my fantasies that I Inadvertently start playing with my very hot, very wet pussy. Like today. Oh boy, was today hot. "Good morning Stan." "Hey Anna, morning! You're looking extra beautiful today" Bla bla bla. The rest of the conversation was just a blur as I tried to calm my heart - he had just called me beautiful! It took every ounce of will Ataşehir Escort Bayan power not to start squealing and giggling like a little girl. That's how my elevator ride into work started this morning. Stan's little comment has got me all fired up and reading way more into it that he intended, I'm sure. But that little bit of affirmation was like a rain shower in the desert - lord knows I'm not getting enough of it at home. So you understand why I need just this one good thing in my life, right? Anyway, we get off and walk our desks (remember he sits right across me?). I open up that report I was telling you about and try to work Escort Ataşehir on it for at least an hour. I tried really hard, I swear! But Stan is full of stories today and I can't very well ignore him, now can I? Not when it gives me a chance to stare at his lips all I want!The hours tick by slowly as the din of my thoughts and the ache between my thighs grows more intense. After a while, I see Stan getting up from his chair. "I'm going to get some coffee downstairs. Want anything?""No thanks, I'm good!" "Okay Anna-banana," (that's what he calls me..weird but I think it's cute) "Tell the boss I'll be just a minute." As he walks away, I can't help but stare at his tight little ass that looks oh-so-good in his tailored suit. I think of his taut muscles bunching and flexing under my grasping hand as he pumps in and out of me...slowly, methodically. "Oh god!" I gasp under my breath as a shudder goes through me. Its a good (actually great) thing that I'm wearing my tight black skirt today.