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The Chair

by*bratcat*©

hon? she called... no answer
she peeks around the corner
into his room to see if he is there
nothing but an empty chair

she walks into the room and goes
to sit in his chair...
breathing in his scent
as she gets comfortable...

as she sits there and waits...
she wonders what to do...
starts thinking of the last time
they were in here alone... together...

she starts to unbutton her blouse
remembering how his fingers did that last time...
she licks her bottom lip as she
remembers his last intense kiss...

her hands stray to her nipples
as they harden with desire
remembering how he
suckled at them before...

her head tips back and rests
on the chair as her eyes close...
her left hand plays with a hard nipple
as her right hand lowers...

she remembers how his fingers
dipped into her wet pussy before
and her fingers mimic the action...
fingers getting so wet...

she brings one wet slippery finger
up to her mouth and sucks on it
as she remembers the taste
off his mouth the other day...

her fingers lower again and
she plays with her clit
as she thinks of the way that
his tongue drives her wild...

a moan escapes from her mouth
as her hips arch up into her hand...
one hand plays with her clit
while the hand lowers as well...

two fingers entering her own pussy...
she starts to feel the passion build
as she remembers his mouth, his fingers,everywhere...
licking... sucking... she rubs with more intent...

the smell of her passion mixing
with the scent of his aftershave on his chair...
she can feel the orgasm starting...

she moans his name as she thinks of
the last time she came in his mouth...
so intense... fingers everywhere...
her body on fire with desire for him...

as her orgasm starts to lessen
and her heart is beating faster...
she catches her breath...

she opens her eyes and looks around the room again...
she sits up slightly and adjusts her clothes...
notices a pad of paper and a pen on the table...
leaves him a note...

"Sorry to have missed you sweetheart,
but i was thinking of you..."
she draws a heart next to her name and
leaves a wet fingerprint inside the heart...

she gets up reluctantly and leaves the room...
giving one last lingering look
at his chair
as she walks out the door...

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