Raven adjusted the tie on her full length black duster, as she walked through the parking lot in white thigh-highs and stilettos. These were not her normal type of walking shoes, but this was not a normal day.
Making her way up a few cement stairs, Raven entered the hallway leading to his office. She could see the light from his desk lamp cascading from his open doorway and paused to think about how it would not be visible much longer. This made her smile. Ever so quietly, Raven peered around the corner into his office. After not seeing him for several months, she was overjoyed to find him alone, and preoccupied.
Nathan’s back was to the doorway, as he busied himself with work at his computer. It was the end-of-the-month reports, and it was not like him to leave until they were finished. He stopped only for a moment when he thought he heard a door, but quickly dismissed the idea. No one else ever stayed this late.
Stepping only far enough to touch him, Raven lightly ran her well manicured fingernail across his neck at the collar line. Nathan stopped his work, but did not turn around. She moved closer. Parting her wet lips, she leaned forward and skimmed her moist tongue along the previous path of her nail; inhaling the sweet aroma that was him. She wanted him long before she came here, but now she craved him even more.
As Nathan turned in his chair to see her, he was pleased with the changes. They were never a couple to make their relationship more permanent than it was, but in essence they always had each other, whether as a friend, or as lover.
Raven stepped back. As she closed and locked the door with one hand, she motioned for him to remain seated. In this part of her fantasy she wanted him to stay right where he was. Slowly, she untied the belt on her leather duster to reveal a white lace bustier and thong, along with her thigh-highs and stilettos. Her tan looked exceptional against her clothing, and Nathan shifted in his seat. Draping her coat over an adjacent chair, Raven momentarily stood in front of him, and then knelt between his legs.
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