wondered to himself about how much she got hit on, but then
decided that she must have liked it because of the suggestive
way she dressed. She looked up at him and gave him a warm smile.
“Ms. Sanders will be right with you.” She said through
pouty red lips, and gave him another big smile.
Mike said thanks and then sat down and fumbled with a
magazine. He was nervous as hell. He always seemed to be before
his sessions with Ms. Sanders. His heart thumped in his chest and
he waited in anticipation for his time with her.
Suddenly, as he heard the all to familiar clicking of her
heels on the tile, he stood up straight and put his magazine down.
She came around the corner and he immediatly fell in behind her
to follow her back to her office. His sexual bliss was starting
to roll into motion starting with the click of her heels on the
ground. There was just something about the way that sounded.
Mabey it was the fact that that sound reminded him of how good
she looked with heels and the short skirted buisness suits
she always wore. He looked at her soft brown hair and her
supple skin and yearned to touch and feel her. He wanted to
become drunk with her feel and touch her everywhere. He sighed
and walked into her office behind her.
As Ms. Sanders walked around behind him to close the door,
he noticed that the room seemed strange and alien to him. He
thought that it was probably just the gloom outside, but he
still couldn’t help to notice just how dark it seemed in the room.
Even stranger then that, he heard the click of a locking door
behind him and whirled around to see Ms. Sanders walking away from
it. He immediatly made eye contact with her and dropped his
gaze as he was immediatly met with her cold penetant stare. He felt
ashamed for his childish thinking thast because she had locked the
door it had meant anything. He mentally kicked himself for thinking
in that way and walked over to the long black leather couch and
sat down quite heavily. He then manuvered into a laying position
and crossed his hand on his chest. He looked over to the side of
him and saw Ms. Sanders gathering some papers from her desk.
He couldn’t help but to admire her. He looked at her sleek and long
legs wrapped so comfortably in sheer black nylons. She was actually
not very tall, but with help from her shiny black heels she stood
at an impressive hight. He gazed at her legs and the blackness
that they dissapeared into working under her black skirt. That too
hugged her body and showed off every curve that she possesed, which
was enough to make the mind reel. He rested his head back onto
the couch and waited for their session to begin.
He heard her as she walked back over to him, and slid over
a chair for her to sit on. He turned his head just in time to watch
her sit down right next to him facing him. Her beautiful legs were
so close to his face that he could see a small birthmark just on
the other side of the shadow which dissapeared further up her
legs. He heard the sound of sheer nylons rubbing together as she
started moving her leg up to cross it. As she crossed her legs, in
…End of the part2. To be continued..