It was cold and rainy.
I sat in my office, sipping hot cocoa, wanting badly not to be at work. He brought me a piping hot bowl of navy bean and sausage soup from the cafeteria, which I devoured. "On days like this," I said, "all I want to do is stay in bed, under the covers, and listen to soft music. "
"Well, then let's do it," he replied. Of course, we were dreaming -- because we both have deadlines out of this world. "You need to learn how to utilize your office."
At lunch time, he came into my office and closed my window blinds, put on a Sade CD and turned it low so we didn't disturb the office. He found Fleecey and spread her over me. He then massaged my temples. "Now, relax," he said. He then massaged my shoulders, back and legs. That led to a long sensual kiss.
He gave me head for a while, but I was too nervous to let him do it for more than five minutes.
He made me feel so good.
He felt so good.
Slowly the puzzle is coming together.