I’m going crazy! I’ve had to wait all day and it is making me an unproductive lunatic!
Jamal wasn’t in the office when I arrived this morning so I kept my eye on his new assistant. I have no idea what her name is, because I honestly don’t care. She is just a temp who is working with him until his assistant returns from maternity leave. I suppose I should learn her name as she could be useful. Anyway, as soon she went to the lunchroom for coffee, I followed her. After I poured my coffee I tried to nonchalantly ask when Jamal was coming in. I made up some lame excuse about having some reports I wanted to discuss with him.
I think that smart little bitch is catching on. She told me that his plane was delayed and then gave me a wink. Although she did say she would let me know when he arrived. It is so hard to get information out of her without blurting out, “Can you please tell me when that amazing, handsome, intelligent man with the big cock returns?” I hope she is an ally and not an enemy, or I will definitely be looking for another job.
When I sat back down at my desk I thought, No problem. He’ll return and I’ll invite him out to dinner, take him back to my place, and then I can finally get the relief that I so badly need!
Well, that was my thinking until I received this text this morning - “Stuck on the runway. Won’t be back at the office 4 pm. Have to fly out again at 7:00 pm. Frustrating.”
I nearly screamed. So, I’ve been sitting here waiting, knowing he will only be in the office for maybe an hour, and I will once again have to wait for several days when we can finally go out on a date and I can devour…I mean…enjoy his company.
Unfortunately, waiting for him to arrive has been rather distracting. I’ve done one…one thing all day. I can’t concentrate on anything at all. I did the same analysis three times on the exact same report this morning. I’m such a dolt.
I just can’t stop thinking about him. I’ve never been attracted to any of my co-workers before so I’ve never dealt with all of these feelings. I feel like such a stalker when I look over at his desk 200 times a day even when I know he isn’t here. It’s like I’m obsessed! You know me, I don’t obsess over any guy ever. Ever!
Honestly, I haven’t felt like this since high school when I had that crush on Tommy Freedman. Remember how I would sit in class and just stare at him? Going to class every day was so conflicting. I wanted to see him and drool over him, and at the same time I had butterflies every day before walking into that room.
I’m almost 30 years old and when I pulled open the big glass doors in the lobby and walked in this morning, I got those same butterflies. I don’t know if this is lust, or a crush, or something more meaningful, but it is fun and it feels awesome!
I keep staring at the clock wishing it would go faster and faster. Since I can’t think anyway, I figured I’d update you. Jamal should arrive within the next thirty minutes, so if this email suddenly cuts off, it means he walked in and I clicked Send!
UGH! I forgot to tell you yesterday that Mr. Asshole came over to get the rest of his things on Saturday. I have no idea what I was thinking when I agreed to let him move in with me. Last week, when I thought Jamal was going to come over, I took all of Mr. Asshole’s things and I shoved them into my closets, so I spent all day Saturday pulling all of his shit back out and boxing it up.
So he comes over yesterday and after he put everything in his car he comes back into my apartment, looks around and says, “Well, that should be everything. Hey, you look good. Can I have a goodbye fuck?” Seriously? I nearly threw up in my mouth! I couldn’t wait to get him and his shit out!
Thankfully, ten minutes after he left I received a text from Jamal. “Your paperwork is incomplete. You will need to be disciplined.” It made me giddy to hear from him. I understood what he meant because all weekend long I would receive cryptic texts like: “I found a long error in your report. I know it is hard. Please see me when I return.” “I think we can File Under Charles Keating. Monday, Everyone Needs Overtures Withdrawn.”
I put the bold in there for you. I stared at that last message for an hour before I could see what he was trying to tell me! On Sunday, I went out and bought a personal phone. While it is a fun game to try and figure out what he is trying to tell me, it is also annoying. I just want to be able to communicate with Jamal without having all the corporate restrictions and eyes on us. When he gets back I’ll suggest he get one as well.
That is, if he ever gets back! It is now 4:02! At least writing to you keeps my mind busy. The last thirty minutes seemed to fly by compared to the rest of the day. I swear the seconds were taking hours to pass.
Last night after work I went shopping to get something new so I could really catch Jamal’s eye today. I went to six different stores and I ended up buying this pretty blue wrap dress.
I like the way it fits but it does end up showing off my leg a little. I know because that creepy guy in Accounting has been sending me inter-office chat messages telling me he can see my inner thigh as I walk in this dress, which apparently gives him the right to ask if he can lick my inner thigh.
How is it the creeps are allowed to be creeps but the sexy, intelligent guys always have to be good? Can’t the good guys be naughty once in a while too?
Tick, tock, tick, tock. 4:11. Katie, no matter what happens…do NOT let me go full stalker on Jamal! LOL. It feels like I am becoming one. I was just looking up apps to track smartphones. At least then I wouldn’t have to sit here and stare at the clock. I would know when he was going to arrive. LOL. Okay, I’m officially insane.
4:20. I stopped writing so I could tidy up my desk. That took a whopping nine minutes. Now what do I do? Oh I can hear you saying it now, “Well you could work you crazy bitch!” I know, but I can’t concentrate on anything today! I’m also starving. I didn’t want to have to rush back to my desk so I told the girls I was going to take a late lunch today. I really want to have my normal-
Oh shit! He just walked in. Talk to you later!
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I’m back!
Oh shit!
Oh SHIT!
OH SHIT!
Trying to catch my breath here. Let me try to think clearly so I can give you every juicy detail.
Jamal put down his things, looked through his messages, wrote on a sticky note and put the note a folder and then he walked past me and put the folder on my desk. The note simply said: STAIRS!
I hid the note and put my things away, and then told the girls I was going for lunch. I grabbed my purse and walked out through the main office doors. When I got into the hallway Jamal was waiting for me by the stairwell. I looked around and no one else was in the hallway so I ran to the stairwell. We entered the stairwell and we walked down to our usual spot.
I put my purse down by the door so I could easily grab it if we had to leave quickly. Jamal walked down the stairs and we embraced tightly. We both listened for a moment to make sure no one else was in the stairwell as we hugged.
“I missed you,” I finally whispered.
“I missed you too. I was so pissed when I found out I have to fly out again tonight.”
“How long is this trip?” I tried my best not to sound desperate.
“Five very, very, very frustrating days.”
I can’t wait five more days!
I refused to wait five more days. It felt great to be back in his strong, muscular arms. My hands were rubbing his muscular back and he had his arms around me, but I wasn’t going to wait five days, no matter what the consequences were.
Slowly, I pushed his arms down and his hands went from around my back down to my ass, and I held his arms still to let him know I wanted his hands on my ass. He squeezed my ass tightly and then slowly rubbed it. (Thank God for squats!) He backed away slightly and looked at me with those beautiful brown eyes.
He whispered, “I can’t feel your panties.”
“That’s because I’m not wearing any,” I whispered as I smiled.
He started to smile like a Cheshire cant and then he continued to squeeze my ass. Inch by inch his fingers slid further and further down my ass. I knew what he really wanted.
I broke our embrace and pushed him up against the wall. I reached around to my hip and untied the knotted material that held my dress together.
Remember how the creep could see my inner thigh? That was because last night I modified the dress. I cut a slit all the way up the front of it. When it is wrapped around my waist, you get a little peek of my inner thigh, but when I untie the knot and open the front…
Maybe I was secretly hoping we would end up back in the stairwell. Maybe.
After untying the knot, I let the dress fall free. I put my fingers into the slit and then pulled the dress open in the front and then put my hands up on my hips while still holding the dress. It was like the curtains being opened to a stage. I stared him right in the eyes…which was only for a second because Jamal just had to look down.
Did I tell you I love his smile?
I reached over and grabbed his right hand as I spread my legs slightly, and I put his large, warm hand in between my legs. I exhaled and closed my eyes as the heat of his hand immediately made me wet. He cupped my pussy with his hand as he leaned forward and kissed me!
The kiss took my by surprise! Yes, he has made me cum, and I’ve sucked on his beautiful hard cock, but I was still surprised that he wanted to kiss me. His lips were warm and soft and the kiss was actually quite passionate. His finger slowly started to slide over my pussy lips while his lips were gliding over my lips. I could hear how soaking wet I was.
He parted my pussy lips by spreading his fingers apart, and then I felt his finger start to search for me. I stopped kissing because I started to breathe heavy. His finger then slid between my lips and I started to pant every time the tip of his finger touched my pussy. He could have easily slid his finger inside of me but he didn’t. He just kept circling his fingertips over my soaking wet, tight pussy.
I couldn’t help myself anymore. I reached over and started to undo his belt as quickly as I could. My lust was at an immeasurable level and I whimpered when I couldn’t undo the stupid button on the top of his pants. It was really tight and it was really pissing me off! I would have ripped his pants open if I had the strength!
He must have seen my frustration because he took his hand off of my pussy and helped me with his button. As he put his hand back onto my pussy, I dug into the front of his pants like I was digging into a present on Christmas morning. I reached into his pants and as my fingers slid around that thick cock, Jamal’s fingers started to spread my pussy lips again. My desire for his cock was distracted slightly by the pleasure of his fingers sliding back and forth over my wet pussy lips. His fingers rubbed over my clit and I moaned. He covered my mouth with his left hand for a moment, to remind me to keep quiet.
I started to stroke his hard cock quickly with my right hand as he teased my pussy. We stared into each others eyes, communicating silently. I then reached up with my left hand, grabbed the back of his neck, and pulled him close to me so I could kiss him as I gripped his big, black, hard cock tighter and started to stroke it faster.
He plunged his finger into me…
I moaned into his mouth as I finally had him inside of me.