Sookie po.v.
Wednesday afternoon and I was already bored. Here I was typing away at my computer like a damn robot when all I could think about was him. Bill Compton. Sexiest man in the entire world. Built like a brick, 6ft 4 and all God what I wouldn't do to have him in my bed.
It was on days like this, when the only other thing to do besides daydream was work when I found myself imaging what it would feel like to have his hands run all over my body, touching me wherever he wanted, taking whatever he wanted. The thought of it alone had me wetter than any man had ever managed to make me before. What would it feel like if he actually did what he wanted with me and threw me around like was his little doll.
His fingertips brushing down my neck, over my breasts, lightly teasing the nipple as it hardened and I shivered, brushing his way carefully across my ribs and over my stomach, coming to rest lightly just above my panties. I could imagine my breath halting, waiting for him to tear them off me and leave me naked for him, feeling his warm breath against my stomach, moving slowly down as he kissed and nipped his way towards the area that was begging for him. I slid my hand down, under my skirt, to the top of my lace panties, pausing for a moment as i imagined they was his lips, teasing me with his little nips before pushing my panties aside and plunging his mouth to my swollen bud. He'd run his tongue around it, never touching it, i mimicked the actio , swirling my now soaked fingertip around my hardened bud. Damn, he can get me so wet without even knowing.
"Sookie"! Someone shouted from behind me. OH SHIT!
"YES SIR", I said, quickly removing my hands from panties hoping he hadn't noticed my short breath as i brought myself closer to my climax whlist thinking about him. Dear god.
"How's the work coming along?" He asked, leaning on the back of my chair to look at my screen. Was it just me or did he put extra emphasis on the coming'?
"F-fine sir," dear god if he dosen't move i'm going to jump him, i thought, feeling hus warm breath tickle my neck.
"Stand up", he said, "let me see", I stood up expecting for him to take my chair, instead I felt myself being bent over my desk.
"W-what are you doing?" I asked as he carefully ran his hands down my skirt, and started to lift it back up my body, his fingertips brushing my bare skin where the material used to lie.
"Shh baby, I'm just checking how it's coming along", he whispered against my neck. Yet definite emphasis. I gasped as he ran his fingertips softly over my nub, feeling my soaked panties.
"Mmm well it's coming along quite nicely isn't, he teased grabbing my hand and shoving it down my panties. "Now let's see what we can do about getting it finished shall we?"
"What?" Surely he didn't mean what I think he meant.
"Rub yourself for me baby, I want to see how hard you can make yourself cum."
Let me know what think about this sorry. I would appreciate it.
