Wanting Him (2 page)

She made it her dirty little secret. The timing
of her trips to the market. The silent cautious watching from her
loft. Her friends would think she was crazy if they knew about the
man. It wasn't that she couldn't have any man she wanted. She
could. She just could not stop wanting this one particular man.

The night reflection on her window caught her
image of herself, with her piercing blue eyes and jet-black hair.
She wore it just past her shoulder blades in a straight cut.
Tonight she wore a black silk robe, no panties, and she could not
wait to see Collin's nightly routine.

She wondered briefly if he knew how incredibly
sexy he was, especially when he worked out in the spare room,
straight across from her front room loft. The room she was sitting
in now, in her overstuffed dark navy chenille chair, facing his
direction.

This nightly routine often ended with her
masturbating to a complete bone shattering orgasm and a good
night's sleep. She needed that sleep, so she had energy to run her
design team at Collin's corporate office.

See the complication. Wanting the boss was not
exactly on her list of career to-do's. However, she could not help
it. The fact that she bought this place for the warehouse loft
design had nothing to do with the fact that Collin lived across the
way. That was fate.

Collin's multimedia design business had him
working with design teams all across the United States. However,
Jade worked at his original business office. Unfortunately, since
she had accepted the job over a month ago, she had yet to meet him
in person at work, only at the market below his loft.

Like clockwork, when he was in town, he came
home at seven o'clock. He would start out with a protein shake,
check his computer, take a call, and workout, which was her
favorite part. He would shower and then strut around his place in
only a towel. Usually he went out, or had a flavor of the week date
stop by and then she would leave, as soon as the deed was done. On
a rare occasion, she would watch him sit and read a book or watch a
movie.

It was the workout part, which got her worked
up. She would accomplish her first orgasm then. She would take a
moment to collect herself, maybe have a nice glass of wine; she'd
freshen up and then inevitably with the vision of him strutting
around in a towel she would have a second one.

She brushed her silk robe aside and rubbed her
nipple to tautness, just thinking of him. The feel of the raw silk
on her skin was divine. The slickness of the massage oil she dabbed
on her fingers felt even better as she toyed with her own nipple.
She let her hand wander from breast to breast, as each nipple grew
taut. Then she would let the palm of her hand brush across the
nipple creating a tingling sensation on each breast.

She knew how to make herself feel good. It was
survival of the fittest out there, and she did not go sleeping
around with men just for the hell of it. She had one standby for a
quick fix, strictly sex, but lately all she could do was think of
Collin, and her self-satisfying moments in front of the window
watching him.

The light of Collin's loft flipped on, and the
show began. She watched his routine start out like clockwork. This
time though, instead of a business suit, he had on a pair of faded
jeans that fit worn and nice in those places she imagined touching,
gripping, licking and sucking until he came in her mouth.

She watched him grab the hem of his tee shirt
and take it off, exposing the nice set of chest muscles and abs
that she adored. How she wanted to run her fingertips over that
chest and massage it. How she fantasized about wiping the sweat
from his body after his workout and letting her hand take that
sweat and wrap it around his cock with a firm grip.

Tonight he was pacing back in forth, now in his
bare feet and only those jeans. How she wished he would take the
jeans off and pace. She let her hand wander across her belly and
rub between her legs on her inner thigh. She was warming up her
intentions just watching him pace back and forth.

He did seem upset about something but that did
not stop her from wanting him, and it did not stop her from
pleasuring herself either.

His phone rang, and he went to it hurriedly. She
watched him run his hand through his thick dark-brown hair and hold
it there as if he was agitated. After a few moments of tension from
him, he slammed the phone down and threw it across the room. He
kept pacing. How she wanted to pleasure him and help him work this
out.

She let two of her fingers dip deep inside of
herself to bring the moisture up to her clitoris. While her other
hand pinched her nipple again. The slickness she accumulated from
just thinking of him was nice. Tonight her clitoris seemed
ultra-sensitive. Tonight she was going for three orgasms. As she
knew tomorrow, they would meet for the very first time and she
needed to work him out of her system.

Just as the palm of her hand brushed over her
sensitive clit, she felt the first of a quick convulsion. She
stopped her palm and focused on Collin, who was now facing her
directly. His hands were up against the floor to ceiling glass
window. His gaze was down on the street. Then his gaze slowly
lifted and looked directly at her. She knew he could not possibly
see her through her tinted darkened window, with her lights off, no
one could see in, yet it felt as if he was directing his stare at
her.

With his intense stare right in her direction,
she proceeded to make herself feel good. She did not need to watch
him work out to cum tonight, because with him just standing there,
facing her, his bare chest and jeans that made him look like a sex
model; she would cum with just that.

Her hand grasped and released her breast, then
pinched her nipple and brushed her palm across. Her other hand took
one fingers, and then two, and pushed them deep inside her slick
wet cunt. She let the palm of her hand press down on her swollen
clitoris as she pushed in and out. In and out, all while looking
directly at him as if he could see what sexual display she was
putting on for him. She just bet that he would love to watch in
person.

Her head dropped backwards, her back arched, and
she found her pleasure just as her clitoris felt so ultra-sensitive
the pressure caused her to cum so hard. Her walls pulsed and
tightened around her fingers. Her palm sent another shock wave
through her body with just a slight movement. Her toes curled into
the cushion of the chenille chair as she had long ago propped her
legs open on the cushion. Opening fully, to help herself
masturbate.

The feeling of something traveling through her
body caused her to moan sensually. Her hand on her breast traveled
from one to the next grasping at it, and then she collapsed forward
to a fetal position on the chair with her fingers still inside of
her dripping wet cunt and her hand pressed hard against her
clitoris. A slow lingering laughter built up with in her, and she
afforded herself the pleasure of the laughter.

He was that good, without touching her. She was
that fulfilled, that if she only did this once tonight, she would
be sated.

She caught his look of inquisitiveness, as if he
had seen it all. The show she put on in private. Then he pushed
away with a light shake to his head and walked towards his kitchen.
Jade, on the other hand, needed to freshen up and get that glass of
wine for round two.

Tomorrow was going to be a busy day of meetings
and introductions. Her introducing the owner of the company, Collin
Maze, to her entire team of graphic designers, display builders and
office staff. She might be a bit nervous, but she knew her job and
she did it well. She hired great staff, and their designs were well
known.

The only thing she was not certain of was the
private meeting her and Mr. Collin Maze would have. Could she keep
her hands to herself or would she want to take him right there in
the private confines of her office? Probably, the later of the
two.

She walked into her galley kitchen of stainless
steel and granite countertops. How she wanted Collin to eat her
pussy right there with her spread on the countertop like a buffet.
She giggled to herself lightly at the fantasies she was creating.
However, with him, she thought it might be possible.

With a full glass of wine in her hand, she took
a deep sip and let the feel of the dark-red wine settle on her
palate. This wine, in particular, had a bit of sweetness to it
instead of the typical bitterness. She let the wine settle until it
was warm in her mouth, and then she swallowed, imaging how Collin
would taste when she swallowed him.

The moonlight from outside, positioned just
right, allowed her to flitter about her apartment with grace. She
could just see the outlines of her furniture. As she turned from
her galley to the loft windows that ran the full length of Collin's
apartment, she wondered if he even thought that someone might be
watching him. Anyone who has ever lived in a loft knew you were
like a peep show unless your windows were tinted.

The light in Collin's workout room flipped on.
He was out of those sexy jeans and in his typical attire of gym
shorts and tee shirt. She went to the windowpane section that was
directly across from his workout room. She let the tie of her robe
fall open, and she placed one hand on the cool glass of the
window.

With an imaginary toast towards Collin, she
spoke to herself. "To Collin. May the orgasm be intense." She took
a sip of her wine and then set it on the ledge of the window.

He seemed to be working out with more than usual
intensity. She wondered if he had something to work out. She wanted
to be the one to pleasure him until the stress was gone. For now,
she would just pleasure herself.

She let her hand slide up her body to her
breast. She toyed with her nipple until it was taut. Letting the
feel of her pinch and brush motion tantalize her senses. She let
the hand that was on the window tease her other nipple. She played
back and forth with grabbing and squeezing her breasts, to pinching
her nipples, to brushing the palms of her hands over the taunt
nipples. It felt so good, so right, while she watched Collin.

She let her black silk robe slide off her naked
body as her hands brought pleasure to her breasts and then slowly
slid down between her legs.

The ledge of the tall windows was at just the
right height for her to set her naked foot on the ledge. She let
one of her hands slide up her body to her neck. Rubbing her neck
with one hand, as the other hand eased between her legs, brushing
her palm across her naked pussy. The moisture had already
accumulated.

As her fingers toyed with her naked slick pussy,
Collin stepped his game up. He practically tore his tee shirt off,
wiped the sweat from his head of full dark-brown hair and tossed it
aside. He began to do chin pull-ups on a bar and the sweat
glistening on his skin, the flexing of his muscles, and the feeling
she wanted to fuck him so bad, caused a slow wave of desire to
build to intensity.

She imagined his hands on her body. She let her
fingers pull slickness from within and moisten her clit. She could
sense this one coming as she focused on his naked body, his muscles
flexing, his sweat dripping. She dipped two fingers inside and
thrust in and out quickly. By the third thrust, she had three
fingers in and the palm of her hand hard against her swollen
clitoris. She pulsed in and out of her body, as Collin pulled up
and released on the pull-up bar.

With a pinch of her nipple and a deep hard
thrust of her fingers she came. The slick moist feeling of cum
surrounded her fingers as the walls of her vagina tightened with
the wave of the orgasm. She continued to apply pressure to her
swollen clit as she tilted her head back and moaned with
pleasure.

When her head rolled forward and her fingers
pulled out, Collin was standing against the glass window again,
looking in her direction. Looking as if he saw her cum. Looking as
if he needed to see her, talk to her, or better yet, fuck her.

The next morning at work, Jade thought back to
when she first accepted this job. She knew when she took the job at
Collin Maze's company that they were known for winning awards for
their designs. She just got wind that they won again, with even
better top honors, and she knew it was her skill and the team that
she hired that got them there.

However, her nerves were still on edge. Collin
was due in any minute, and she had to pull it together. She stared
at herself in the bathroom mirror. Her jet-black hair was styled
straight today with a touch of gloss that it had blue shimmers in
just the right light. Those blue shimmers played off her crystal
blue eyes and pale skin. She looked, dare she say, like a
dominatrix today. She wore an all-black, tight-fitting suit,
knee-high heel black leather boots that sat against her calves like
a second skin.

She took a long deep cleansing breath. She ran
her sweaty hands under ice-cold water for a second and lit the cool
tingle through her veins. She dried her hands off. Slipped a second
coat of red luster berry lipstick on her lips, blew the mirror a
kiss and headed out the door. Ready or not, here I come, she
thought to herself.

Not but a few steps down the hall, and she
registered the commotion. Collin was here, and everyone was
bustling about trying to look busy. Her team worked incredible
under pressure, but anytime you had to meet the boss for the first
time; nerves can jingle. She should know.

Jade expected an entourage of people with
Collin, a limo driver, a secretary, an aid, but not this. Parked
outside, towards the rear of the lot, was a nicely dress Collin in
a black suit and red-striped tie, parking his four-wheel drive
Jeep, jet black. The man had taste, she would give him that. He
walked casually towards the entrance, straightening his tie,
carrying a black leather briefcase and a confidence stride that
screamed sexy, at least to Jade it did. There was not anything the
man could not do that wasn't sexy in her mind.