she waits anxiously for the moment she will see him again. just to look up and see him. really see him in the same breathing space as she.
the thought makes her gasp out loud as her panties go moist. again. she twitches silently in her seat. too worked up to relax and too distracted by desire to care that her pheromones are dancing all about her, the swell of her breasts in her sweater only made more alluring by her hard nipples straining against her bra.
the alpha in her, her every day ego, her id, wants to run upon him as soon as he enters the lobby and throw her arms around his neck as she gets on her tiptoes to take him in. her lips trembling in that nanosecond before she kisses him, tastes him again. but she knows all too well that the submissive vixen, the one only he has been able to draw out will buckle in lust and immediately seek his permission to approach him. to touch him. to taste him.
the inner turmoil will excite her. will rev up her sex juices even more as she figuratively falls to her knees in silence, waiting for permission to take his delicious cock in her mouth. as she realizes she is exactly where she needs to be.