Veronica was a mix of Caucasian and Hispanic. She stood at about 5'5", had beautiful brown eyes which were tapered at the ends, luscious lips and curly brown hair that fell to mid-back. She was always a tease, and I don't know if she knew it. Working as a clerk in a busy hospital, on one of the busiest floors, she could be seen moving quickly between her central desk and the various cabinets and drawers behind her; her tight black pants outlined her curvy figure as she walked - everything from her round, tight ass to her heavenly hips (had she had any men place their hand on those hips as she rode them into the night?) was taunting. When she would stand to announce a phone call, she would be looking down at her desk, busy with work still, but she looked like a lustrous mistress seducing all the men in the room, her eyelids lowered, her lips parted just slightly, and a significant portion of her chest bare because of the light blue shirt she wore with three buttons undone. She wasn't a busty girl, but she wasn't tiny either (not that I discriminate) - her body, her face, her very presence, was a thing of dreams.
We had never really talked other than for work, but I was fortunate enough over a period of a year to make her laugh enough to open up to me, and soon we would talk and flirt daily in the corridors of the hospital. It began with text pages to each other which made us laugh in the middle of the day, and it ended with my texting her, "Ok, so do you want to go out to dinner some time?" And her response, "Yes : )"
It was the same "yes" her eyes said to me as kissed the first time - in her bedroom in her apartment in Chicago. As I kissed her I caressed the side of her face, ran my fingers through her hair, and our tongues slithered into each others' mouths. I felt her shift her legs apart a bit, increasing the enticing gap created by her short black skirt. ( Part the legs...Collapse )