A Five-Minute Interlude

Sitting at my desk
Slouching in my chair
Enveloped by the “click, click, click” of computer keystrokes
I join the chorus on my own keyboard
And those who spy me see me productive and let it be
But echoing between my ears
are words you jovially expressed to me
only moments ago
on the telephone
Your warm, deep mid-western accent
Calling me “honey”
The way that one word slides from your tongue
Makes me want to be your honey
Makes me feel as if I’m being bathed in heated honey
Desire courses within me to bathe with you in viscous heated honey
Feeling your chest against mine
Your hands massaging my young full breasts
The tips of your fingers slightly sticking with sweet adhesive
Sliding them over my stomach
held taught as I hold my breath
feeling pre-orgasmic joy rippling through my body
Your coarse hands now exploring my inner thighs
Your breath upon my swollen pink lips
as my cum gushes forth
A dizzying array of nectarous mixtures
An invitation to slide into me
I grit my teeth as you tease with flicks of your tongue
with teeth scrapping the inside of my thigh
I slide my fingers into your thick, dark hair
and shove your face into my eager kitten
shaved soft and clean
just for you
I grow dizzy and faint as your tongue thrusts inside of me
Your shave-roughened cheeks rub deliciously against my fully blossomed lips
Your mustache tickling my swelling clitoris
ummmmmm
A serious, familiar voice
somewhere on the periphery of my thoughts
intruding upon my fantasy, dragging me back to reality
And here you stand before me
in the role of productive co-worker
The erotic images reluctantly exit center stage
as I take note of the moistness of my panties
I wonder if you notice the flush in my cheeks as I shyly whisper:
“I’m sorry, I wasn’t paying attention
My mind was on...something else
So tell me...honey...what can I do for you today?”