2005-02-17
Conference Call in D's Office
I have not written about D for a while. Some of the projects I have been working on have had me working very closely with D. Since my goal is not to cheat or be tempted to cheat, I have sort of put my fascination with her aside while we have actually been working so closely, but today we were on a particularly boring conference call and my mind began to wonder.
D was leading was the call and as crossed and uncrossed her arms and leaned toward and away from the speaker phone, the swell of her breasts just looked so delicious beneath her sweater. I just imagined what it would be like to ease that sweater over her head, unclasp her bra, and bring those delectable orbs to my mouth. It still quickens my breath just imagining kissing them and slowing sucking her nipples to erection.
By the time the call was about half over, I realized all that I was thinking about was her breasts. Fortunately, I don’t think she actually caught me day dreaming and staring at her chest. After I caught myself staring, I tried to actually reengage myself into the call, but I just could not. My mind continued to wonder.
I studied her hair, she just got a new haircut two days ago, which I receive brownie points for noticing, and spent quite a bit of time studying her ears. I think I may have written this before, but I think women’s ears are sexy. I love women who wear their hair up and show off their ears. D has interesting ears, not nearly as delicate as many women. I know this description is going to sound weird, but hey, it is my diary. Her ear lobes are long and thick. I have never come up with a plausible excuse for wanting to touch them, but I really would like to give them a quick caress and small tug. Maybe I could pretend her earring was about ready to fall out and just reach out as if to fix it. That might give me the excuse to give her lobe a quick fondle. Now, I would not classify myself as an “ear-man” per say, but, for me, much of the beauty of woman is in her fine, unique details, the eyes and eye lashes, the ears, cheeks, neck, hands, ankles and feet. Obviously the breasts and ass are important members of the list, but those for me those are more of the quick checkout when passing by, not necessarily the end all beat all whole focus.
Anyway, the room we were in was getting warm in the afternoon sun (probably warmer for me than for D…) and I watched her white neck above her sweater start to flush. The flush actually spread up into her cheeks, which were nearly aglow by the time the call ended.
I also studied her socks and shoes, I suppose since I could not see her feet. I had never seen shoes like the kind she had on. They looked sort of like running shoes without a tongue and instead of laces they had some sort of elastic straps. Like I said they looked a little strange. I give my wife foot rubs fairly often while we watch tv at night and I fight my urge to reach down and pull off her shoes to give her a foot massage. At that point, the call was winding down and I went back to my office.
I was right yesterday, I need some sex!!!
-- rockabillie at 4:20 p.m.