Written By: Between The Sheets

You were in my dreams twice last night. You were naughty too. The first dream went something like this...

I was working away at my desk when you pulled up at the office. You parked your car in front of my window, and I leaned back in my chair to verify it was you who just pulled up. You had told me you were coming to the office sometime this morning anyway. You gave me a squinty smile and "air- kiss" when our eyes met. I continued work as you gathered your office stuff from the car in the usual manner. You were looking pretty cute and perky this
morning I thought. You had your hair all done up and make up with yourcontacts on. It is impossible to miss those big beautiful eyes of yours. You were wearing your denim mini skirt with an appropriate blouse.

"Good morning!" you bubbled as you walked by to your room with an arm fullof mail and your canvas bag (full too). We chatted as usual about the morning and the "project-du jouer's".

I can smell your Obsessions waft into the room from when you walked by twice already. I can hear the printer churning in the background and the copier. You must be doing bank work.
Then you finally come into the room with a couple folders of stuff for me to sign.

"I need you to sign your life away, again" you joke, as you plop the papers and pen down.

"Oh, boy" I reply as I flip the folder to the first check to endorse.

You smell great, I think to myself again. As you walk behind me, one of your hands runs across my shoulders, as the other reaches up to adjust the blinds to close out some of the outside view at bit better. I sign the first owners draw check and your paycheck and the next sheet is a blank check with a yellow sticky note on it. By this time you are back over by the catalog-cubby-holes and you knock something off the shelf almost on purpose.

I'm reading the sticky note and it says, " I'm not wearing any underwear!"

"Whoa", I say out loud, "who is this check for?"

"Who do you think?" you reply. I look over to where you are and you are bending over with your cute hiney toward me in a sexy pose with one hand reaching down like your trying to pick up some papers. Your skirt is coincidentally raised to clearly show that yes, your are not wearing any undies, and you bat your big blue eyes at me to indicate that the note was not for the UPS guy.

"Well, I just was watching out for my ass-ets" I try to reply with a
straight face. Your efforts at catching me off guard were successful.

"Just be sure you sign my paycheck," you say as you turn your back to me and bend down even further at the waist to put a catalog on a low shelf (not really caring where). The effect of your move pushes your perfect buttocks toward me, exposing your privates just a little bit more to the light, but your legs are tightly closed, so that the lips of your pussy show only as two thin tender petals.

"It's hard to get a raise around here" you say.

"Not dressed like that", I exclaim, as I turn in my chair to face you.

"You know you can get a raise out of me anytime: especially, dressed like that."

"Now, Mr. Coleman," you straighten up and frown at me " I think that is sexual harassment." You march over to me to lecture me and sit, facing me, straddling one of my legs. You grab a pen and paper off my desk and start scribbling, as if to write a letter to someone of high authority.

"Dear Mr.
So-and-so, It has come to my attention that Mr. Coleman is only interested in my body and refuses to give me proper compensation for all that I do for him...." you rattle off the letter about sexual innuendoes.

As you dictate you begin wiggling your hips to the beat of your own voice. The wiggle becomes more directional and focused as you hit the right spot a few times with your crotch straddling my leg. And your long dictated letter starts getting a few "blah-blah-blah, yakitty-smakitty's" added in as you drop your legs around mine even further and your butt muscles relax to fit your tender petals against my slacks. I reach up and support your movements with my
hands on your hips. You are leaning into me close now, with your feet on the ground you grind your hips toward me and place your forehead on my shoulder.

"Oww, I have been thinking about you this morning."

My leg can feel the heat of your crotch and the humidity. I run one hand upacross your blouse and discover an erect nipple with no bra to hide in. The next two grinding passes you make end spastically as your love button comes into contact with my Dockers. You seal your letter dictation first with a peck on my lips, then a longer, wanting and welcome kiss which ends with a nibble on my lip. You scoot closer now, sitting back on your butt, which I am supporting with both hands.

You unbutton the top three buttons of your blouse and ask, "Do you think I have nice credentials?", exposing your breast slightly. You barely get the words out without laughing.

I inspect them in order to answer by running the back of my finger under your nipples and then rolling them back and forth a few times with an added thumb. It causes you to exhale a moan into me, as if to melt, but you recompose your posture when the ripple of pleasure reaches the spot between legs and the muscles of your inner groin tighten to receive it.

"Very nice. You certainly get a raise out of me," I remark.

"Why thank you Mr. Coleman," you mock in a Southern draw, as you grab my now firm shaft through the slacks.

"Oww, would you like for me to file this for you?" you tease. "I think I could put it right here". You slowly pull back your skirt to expose your reddened pussy. Your push your golden pubic hairs
aside to show your readiness. A small trickle of juice had even begun to soak my Dockers. I reach down and caress the fleshy folds with the side of my finger.

"It's all yours, baby", you invite. And those were the last understandable sounds we made for the next 45 minutes.

I press my two fingers into your