Breakfast (Part 1)

Previously: On the Phone (Part II) by Robin Van Persie

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Dana must have been staring at the open document on her screen for almost an hour now. The graph and numbers just stared back at her. Her eyes kept darting at the computer's clock, her fingers impatiently tapping on the table.

4:00 pm.

"Aargh!!" She groaned inwardly. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

"Calm down, Dana!" her mind told her. "You have to finish this report today. It's Friday and you don't want to bring home work, right?"

Dana sighed. She hates it when her conscience is right.

She took another deep breath and opened her eyes. "Reports, reports, reports," she mumbled to herself.

For the next half hour, she did her best to type out analysis of the statistics submitted to her by a colleague. Then she read what she wrote. Then punched hard on the backspace key, cursing under her breath.

"This is crap… this is bullshit… nonsense…" Control+shift+arrow left. Release. Delete. Who was she kidding? She couldn't concentrate. "This is insane!" she grumbled.

In her peripheral vision, her Blackberry's LED began to blink. Color green for text messages. She quickly grabbed her phone.

It was from him. "See you tonight! I can't wait. :)"

She smiled and turned back to her computer to click open another file.

I leaned her on the wall and turned off the shower. I knelt in front of her so her pubic region was in front of my face. I slightly lifted Lea's left leg and put it on my shoulder. As I ran my tongue down her pubic hair down to her snatch, she let out a soft moan. I continued to probe her until I reached her clit. I softly sucked at her delicate bud. "Sir, shit, sarap… Sige pa…" she cooed.

She savored every word of the chapter. Dana has read the story countless times, but it never fails to arouse her.

She absent-mindedly licked her lips, her legs opening and closing ever so slightly. The temperature in her cubicle must have risen to ten degrees. It must be five more degrees between her legs as she felt her pussy get wet.

I put my hands on her waist and pumped hard and fast, our wet thighs slapping with each other creating a continuous "plak" sound. I then put my hands on her butt cheeks and opened them slightly. I rubbed her asshole with my thumb before inserting it slowly, with my dick still going in and out of her warm pussy.

Dana remembered Rob's hand when they first met. His long and lean fingers handed out a business card. Squirmed in her swivel chair as she imagined those fingers running down her body. She could almost feel the stubble on his jaw against her skin as he kissed her leg. And the glint in those boyish eyes as he looked at her.

She remembered his voice. Just hearing his voice spread warmth all over her body. Dana closed her eyes as she pictured a naked Rob, stroking his manhood.

She sighed dreamily.

"Dana?"

"Shit!" Dana exclaimed. She almost jumped from her seat as she huriedly closed the document window.

Dana felt her cheeks flush as she looked up to see her colleague Estelle standing next to her cubicle. The elderly woman looked at her with concern.

"Dana, you okay?" Estelle said. "You look flushed."

"Uhh… yeah." Dana forced a weak smile and shrugged. "Just a headache…"

Estelled placed a hand on Dana's forehead. "Oh my! You're hot. I think you're coming down with something."

Dana almost choked in laughter but faked a cough instead. "Uhhmm… y-yeah… maybe…" she stammered.

"I just dropped by to tell you that the meeting is pushed to next Friday," the old lady said. "So why don't you go home early and rest. You can finish that on Monday."

"Uhmm… okay… thanks," she could only mumble, trying hard to keep a straight face.

As soon as Estelle walked away, Dana quickly shut down her PC and threw her notebook and several folders into her bag. She was out of the officec in 30 seconds flat, giddy with excitement

While sitting on a taxi, Dana texted Rob.

"I know we're supposed to have dinner, but would you like to have breakfast with me as well?"

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Next: Breakfast (Part 2)
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Note: With excerpts from "From the Desk of…"(Part III) by Robin Van Persie