Fantasy Fulfilled

The hum of activity surrounds me

The drone of the daily grind

The ebb and flow of humanity

Sound of papers being pushed

Clack of keys, creating the beat

You're quiet in your corner

Keeping your head down, efficient

Yet the aura that rises from you

Commands attention without demand

Piercing eyes flick through the crowd

Over thin black rimmed glasses

My breath catches, step hesitates

I smooth down my skirt with sweaty palms

Hand flutters to pat my hair

I sigh, realizing you didn't see me

Haven't seen me

Ruby lip bitten in vexation

Eyes narrowing, calculating

Feet moving with swaying hips

Approach the sanctum you call yours

Distracted, you grunt and nod your head

Holding out a finely sculped hand

Probably waiting for papers I don't have

The moment stretches, an infinity

Finally, you raise those eyes to me

Irritation slowly morphing into placidity

But your eyes…holding appraisal

Seeing me…

What I crave sparks within those orbs

My lips pull back in an inviting smile

Right hand resting on my hip

My words invite you to lunch

My tone invites you to more

Your brows rise slightly

An answering smile quirks those lips

You slip the glasses off,

Tapping the arm of them to your mouth

A one shoulder shrug,

Yet those eyes now burn into my soul

My breath hitches as you suggest

The small bodega across the way

Eyes following as you trace your lips

Mouth going dry,

Nodding wordlessly

Plain country mouse in a city mouse's game

You wink and tell me to meet you there

That smirk almost challenging

I nearly stumble out the door

Heels clacking on linoleum

Almost surreal

Almost feeling your breath on

The back of my neck as surely

As the eyes driving into my back

I clear the building and head over

The little place deserted at this hour

I take the furthest booth

In the darkest corner of the bodega

My purse laid safe beside me

Nervously with moist palms

Smoothing the skirt to my knees

I can feel the charge in the air

Your presence as you enter the shop

The stride of confidence

Watching lithe muscles shift

As you slide into the booth

I feel stuttered

Almost shocked you agreed

You're actually here before me

Wait

Loosening your tie…

Unbuttoning the top button

Sliding an arm across the back

Of the bench you claimed

Yes, claimed

Leaning back and crossing

Your legs beneath the table

The pull is palpable

Sex rides the air like

A lover's promise in the dark.

I feel moisture begin to collect

In cleavage and at the seat of pleasure

It's hot in here, isn't it?

Pleasantries are spoken

Your gaze bores through me

Random stories about work

I relax and smile

Offering what tidbits I know

Slowly realizing the test

Realizing I have to

Make the first move

My insides squirm as I

Slip my heel from my foot

I shift, inching my

Hose covered toes over

The rim of your shoe

Caressing your ankle

Meeting your gaze squarely

An air of returned challenge

Acknowledging, testing in return

A flash of white

As your teeth capture

Your full lower lip

Brow furrowing with

Barely suppressed desire

A click inside

A shift of confidence

The smile that stretches my lips

A study in perverse wickedness

The hunger in your eyes

Not one of sustenance

Saying not a word

Inclining your head subtly

Toward the exit

Eyebrows rising in question

I slip my heel

Back onto my foot and rise

Slowly meandering towards the door

Casting a teasing inviting glance

Over my shoulder

Smirking almost tauntingly

Two steps out of the door

Hand grabbed and tugged

And off we go

Slipping down the alley

Sliding into darkness

Turning to each other

All hands and lips and teeth

Slamming me against the wall

Pressure of your body

Pinning me in place

Mouth pressing hotly to my throat

Grinding me against brick

Rod pressing the skirt

Pleats parting at the apex of my thighs

I raise and hook stocking clad

Leg around your middle

Urging you closer

Writhing against you

Matching your clad rhythm

Framing your face

Feasting at your lips

Reveling in the groan

Vibrating through my mouth

Quick hands fumbling

The glorious sound of a zipper falling

The rustle of your slacks

Parting around your hips

Sliding to your knees

Fingers seeking curls

Slipping between to touch

The throbbing bud of my arousal

Loud gasp, almost sob

Sensations flooding, captivating

Hips rocking, encouraging

Digits circling, gripping, stroking

Soft silk becomes velvet steel

Panting in the dark

You slip your fingers through

The hair at my nape

Splayed, covering my scalp

You close your fist and grip

Fisting my tresses

As you shove your hardness

Deeply within me

Drawing a sound of pure lust

There is no teasing now

My nails scrabble and grip

Suit jacket wrinkled

In throes of passion

Stabbed against the wall

Over and over

You jerk my strands

Jolts of almost pain

Changing to pleasure

Shot like lightening

Straight to my center

As you fill me in all the right ways

The growl that drips from your lips

Brings an answering whimper

You yank me away from the wall

Turning me around

Bending me over

My hands slapping the grit

Stinging, adding to the sensation

Of you gliding in from behind me

My head is drawn back

By your iron hold of my hair

The slapping sound of our union

Stark in the silent alley

Nails digging, breaking on mortar

Rasping breaths as tension rises

Whispers of encouragement

Moans of bliss

Reaching the peak

Freefalling from the cliff

Muffled cries of gratification

Both shaking, clutching

Leaning, still connected

A soft giggle worms its way

Out of my lips to

Sparkle in the still air

Your chuckle joins in

Your grip relaxing

Almost petting my head

Withdrawing, causing aftershocks

Flushing over the sound that escapes

Grateful for facing away

For the inky blackness

Surrounding our tryst

The brief coolness of the air

Before you shift layers

Skirt drops into place

Slacks swish,

The disappointing sound of the zipper

I straighten and turn

Sweeping my eyes to meet yours

Blushing at the lingering heat

Reaching out to fix your tie

Shivering again at the

Intensity of your look

I lean up and peck

Your slight pout is kind of cute

As I tuck in your shirt

We walk back quietly,

Occasionally letting our hands

Brush against each other

Only stopping when we enter

Our semi-shared workspace

"Dinner at 6?" I question

Blinking lovingly at my husband

Your smile is blinding

"Be there with bells on." You reply