She drifted into her usual morning stop, still a bit groggy from a sleep filled with delicious dreams, needing her morning coffee to spike her brain into preparation for the day ahead. She hardly noticed him as she sauntered by, until his eyes peeked up from his laptop. A strange sensation wafted through her body as she moved past to retrieve her morning beverage – she could almost feel the trace of his vision wander her curves. She sat in her usual spot, pulled her phone from bag, and quickly swiped through this morning’s feed. Shifting nervously in her seat, she crossed one leg over the other, gently rocking her foot. She gazed out into the bright sunshine which warmed her through the glass, the tingle returned, was he still watching? She dared a glimpse in his direction, their eyes met, and a strange twinkle flickered - making her quickly look away. Was he winking at her, she wondered? Her pulse quickened, she shrugged it off yet quickly exited to begin the rest of her day.

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Routine had certainly set in – awake, arise, shower, pamper and prep, dress, drive, coffee, work, return; but yet each day she allowed herself to take an extra moment somewhere in the routine to linger a moment more than the task required. Usually, that time was spent with her coffee and the social media world. She would saunter in, scan the room, and acknowledge the regulars with a smile, nod, or quick good morning. With the tall mug warming her hands – she would sit at her usual place, gaze out for a moment, and then swipe to catch up in the digital world. It didn’t take her long to notice him, he always looked up, yet never smiled, never spoke; but his eyes always met hers, dropped to her feet, wandered up over her curves, and met hers again before dropping back into his screen. She knew he did the same over her backside as she moved past – she felt the prickle of his eyesight – it made her pulse quicken. At first she thought it was kind of creepy, and yet, she strangely found herself quite enjoying this part of her morning routine.

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Suddenly, one day, her coffee was paid for – it was the same day he had finally smiled at her when she glanced up from her screen. This became part of the routine – every morning her coffee was waiting – gratis. Every morning he would survey her field both as she strolled past and as she sat sipping; but only occasionally would he smile and nod. She had allowed herself a moment more this morning with pamper and prep, she had chosen thigh high stockings and strappy heels to accentuate her colorful flowing skirt. She crossed her legs as she sat, gently swinging her foot, allowing the one shoe to drop exposing her lacy covered heel. When he smiled at her, she softly gasped, a tingle sparked her flesh, and her mind spun into a quick rewind. She replayed the many mornings in her mind; she quivered almost trembling when the revelation of his fetish jumped into her thoughts. Had he made her his muse?

 Her thoughts were tempting her as she swung her legs around to leave – she caught his eyes staring at her – they quickly lowered shooting between her knees. His vision twinkled causing her to pause – she was mesmerized. Her breath halted and a spark of warmth shot through her – his gaze seemed to be controlling her body, she shot an impish grin his way as she allowed her thighs to drift apart affording him a view of her smooth flesh and lacy panties. She trembled as she stood to leave, her body was yearning hot and her face blushed. Their eyes were locked together; she had to struggle to stifle a squeal when he winked at her as turned to leave.

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She was still thinking about their – oh so brief – encounter the next morning as she dried her dripping body in front of the mirror. As she replayed the moment in her head, his eyes had appeared magical. They had willed her to almost expose herself; she seemed to have no control and realized an excitement at the thought of being the reason of his excitement and his muse – at being his desire – at being responsible for him shifting in his seat and covering his lap. Groaning aloud, she touched herself and planned an outfit to certainly make him squirm on this morning.

The stockings were dark, yet transparent, perfectly accented with a band of bright red to match her toes. The heels were delicate and strappy, lifting her toned legs and accentuating for perfect pedicure. The dress was simple, conservative but with a sensual slit which if craftily used could tease and tempt by exposing her assets in the most scandalous of ways. She giggled as she slipped it up over her hips, thinking damn this could be fun. The blouse was satiny simple and barely covered her delicate lace lingerie. She felt confident and sexy – she spun this and that – admiring her reflection. Her fingertips touched the bare flesh of her chest imagining his, her hand subconsciously slipped down, flipped open one more button to reveal the beginning of the soft valley between her breasts.

Beep-beep, the door unlatched, she turned her backside into the seat – her legs swung upwards – she giggled – a tingle of delight, a slight blush to her cheeks – the slit of her dress parted, the glimpse of bright red on her thighs – she wondered just how he would reward her…

 

 

He sat silently pondering his next exploit, how to fulfill some of the fantasies spinning in his head. Wrapping his hands around his mug, he warmed his fingers to ward off the morning chill. His eyes were fixed into his screen; he sighed and wondered – what next? His body reacted with a subtle excitement; he could feel the sensual sexuality entering the room. He listened; the soft vibrations of her heels on the floor, his nostrils flared searching for her scent. Swishing past, he could not help to lift his eyes to gather in her presence. His eyes surveyed every luscious curve and lingered over her backside and she sauntered past. He watched discreetly from behind the camouflage of his device as she gathered her morning coffee and ambled close to take a seat.

Trying not to be obvious, he watched her movements and evaluated her poise. He was intrigued – she was confident, obviously attractive – he searched for more subtle hints of her sexuality. His breath halted, he shifted quickly in his seat when he observed one shapely extremity stretch out and cross over the other. A glimpse of calf, a peek of thigh – he squinted with concentration – avoiding being discovered lurking. When his leg twitched, and the heel of her shoe dropped dangling, he knew that he had discovered his new target of desire. His mind raced – his fingers twitched; he started to formulate his plan. She was delicious in every sense of the word – attractive, subtle – delightful. He formulated his plan and craftily put it into motion.

She hesitated at the door, she felt confident, deliciously sexy - her pulse quickened as she pulled open the door. She knew he would squirm when she walked by, she could already feel the caress of his eyes roaming her curves. She couldn't wait for this morning’s tease - she needed to distract her logical mind from her busy morning ahead. She was relishing the premeditated torment, she giggled softly as she strutted into the cafe. Darting to and fro, her eyes searched for him - her mood sunk - his usual place was empty. Pouting to herself, she gathered her morning brew and took her usual seat, hopefully thinking, maybe he had just been delayed.

She couldn't wait much longer, she need to leave, for this morning was her interview to secure a big, new client. She needed to clear her thoughts, and with a few deep breaths, she cast off thoughts of sexual exploitation and hurried on her way. She paused for a second as she parked; he momentarily entered her thoughts as she, for a second time, this morning swung her satiny covered shapely legs out the door. Sparking hot, she spread them further apart than usual somehow hoping he would be spying to catch a glimpse. She snickered as her heels hit the pavement - he was quickly forgotten as she made her way inside.

Hmm, kind of cute - her body thought strolling down the long corridor, but damn her logical brain quickly shut her body down as she followed the tall, lean office assistant to her meeting place. She sat alone, surveying the room, nervously shuffling her presentation as she waited for her potential client to enter the room. Stealing a glimpse at her phone for the time, she sighed - were they making her wait purposely?

She nervously read through her notes when she heard the door open and shut quickly. She stood abruptly and held out her hand as she simultaneously introduced herself. When his eyes met hers, her jaw dropped, her words halted, and she heard herself gasp. Her body instantly trembled as he squeezed her hand - his smile, the twinkle in his eye hypnotized her. Her brain fought for control, but she knew it was useless as her body ignited and her whole flesh blushed hot.

His fingertips slid up her arm, caressing lightly before pressuring firm and pulling her close. His whispered in her ear, her heart fluttered as he told her that today - she was his - that today she was his to tease and please - that today he would devour her pleasure. She squirmed in his grasp, but before she could resist, his kiss was stealing her breath and his hands were squeezing into her backside. He lifted her onto the conference room table, his hands stroked the toned flesh of her thighs – he smirked when he caught glimpse of her red banded stockings. She quivered as he licked his lips and lowered his head – kissing her chest before pressing it between her legs - his hands lifted her skirt and squeezed onto her chest.

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The warm wetness of his mouth found her dampened delight. Dancing and flickering, his tongue flurried about – darting and probing as he consumed her – she squirmed and gasped. Her body trembled with the first wave of satisfaction. He paused, and stood over her – he buried his face in between her breasts, nipping at her pink flesh as he gently thrust himself inside her. The cheeks of her bottom gyrated in rhythm on the smooth table surface as his plunging insertions quickened perfectly massaging her slickened kitty. A soft squeal rang in his ears; she pressed her face to his chest and bit his lapel to stifle her mounting moans.  Shuddering in unison each thrust harder into the other. His breath was panting hot when he whispered in her ear – time for coffee?

 

 

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