He couldn't help his attraction to this 5'9" Jessica Rabbit/ Velma type that worked across from him at the pharmaceutical lab. He spent the day half hard just by watching her work and he imagined laying at her feet under her desk to be her devoted stool. He imagined being on his knees using his tongue to explore up and down her thighs as she made copies at the printer. His imagination came to life as he would daydream about inventing a pharmaceutical that would induce total ecstasy to keep her cumming all day. He would get lost fantasizing about staying at work late to finish a project with her. Envisioning the moment when he twirled her around in her swivel chair, opened up her lab coat, ripped open her blouse and dropped to his knees. All he wanted to do was go down on her. He could taste her as she walked by. Taking in the sweet nature of this goddess that surrounded his space everyday. His wish finally came true when she found a formula he left out. A carefully crafted chemical blue print of female sexual ecstasy. As he realized she was reading his work she asked, "what is this, it seems like you are crafting a very powerful aphrodisiac?" He pretty much came in his pants as he stood there speechless, blank, swallowing hard he managed to say, "Yes exactly, that is what it is." She looked back down over the formula, giggled as she handed him the paper while announcing "I wouldn't mind signing up to be a test subject of that experiment." She looked him in the eyes, and walked back over to her desk. His imagination lit up as he looked down at the paper and noticed she had written her phone number. People started to filter out of the lab about 5p. By 6:30p everyone was gone but Velma Rabbit and our hero. When everyone was gone she looked at him and said, "are you going to call me?" He quietly grabbed his belongings and headed toward the door. He stopped at her desk, looked her in the eyes and said "No, not until I finish this for you." He bowed his head, gave her a nervous smile and finished his way to the exit. While weighing the stimulation of anticipation with an heir of sudden disappointment in her eyes followed by the quick jolt of surprise she asked "Where are you going?" "To finish this for you. I'm thinking a serum. That way when I have you captured in pure ecstasy I get the satisfaction of knowing that my serum ran down your pussy before it started making the sheets all wet." He turned and left the building with a single mission in mind. Keep all womankind cumming while the one he worships is doing so all over his face. For weeks he toiled. No one saw him. She had started to worry when a tiny blue bottle showed up on her desk with a note that said, "See you at 8p. Wait here in the office." Intrigued, excited, intellectually stimulated she smiled a mischievous smile as the anticipation of waiting for time to tick by settled in.
Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick tock the familiar sound of patience prison. Trapped in her own fantasy of anticipation. The dread set in. Her job was scenarios. Think of every possible outcome chemically. Decipher the abstract and then write down the formula. As she sat there tapping her pen to the beat of the clock, processing all the different things that could happen. She thought about how today could be the day she chokes on her lunch and dies before he gets there. "Good thing I brought soup" as she realized she could think happy thoughts. Taking her brains advice she revised her dread formula into a fantasy formula. Instead of a sandwich finalizing her destiny, he has her bent over against a wall. Gripping her throat with his strong right hand while pushing deeper inside of her by pulling her in by the clit with his left. A gentle smile came across her face as she slightly bit her bottom lip. 3p the clock read as she glanced over to remind her she still has a lot of waiting to do. She sighed. She was just like the chemicals she worked with, always trying to find balance. 4pm, 5pm, 6pm rolled by. At 7pm she finally allowed the excitement to take over. This fantasy she had brewing in her head was intense. She reached under her desk and pulled out a 1960's Chanel travel bag and walked over to the bathroom. She had a surprise for him as well and had to get ready.
7:57p tick tock, 7:58p tick tock, 7:59p tick... ironically he watched the second hand stop as his watch ran out of battery right at 7:59p. No bother as he slightly smirked at the constructs of time. The office was dark as he walked through the door. He could see his goddess was not at her desk and he got worried she wasn't there when an empty office chair rolled across the floor and stopped right in front of him. "Hello" he shouted. "Hello" he heard come from behind him. He slightly jumped and quickly turned around. He was relieved to see the outline of his goddess in the shadows. "How have you been?" he asked with a slight nervous tone. "Horribly anxious" she answered, "you see, this gentleman has been keeping me waiting and I hate to be kept waiting." She stepped out of the shadows and started to slowly walk up to him. He realized she was wearing a black latex bodysuit with knee high boots and he lost his breath for a second as she approached. "Didn't anyone ever teach you not to keep a lady waiting?" He had no words, just stammered as he looked for anything clever to say, blabbering came out and she put her finger over his lips. "Shhhhhhh, I already know the answer. I guess I am going to have to teach you how to treat a lady." The hand that was on his lips slid down to his chest and she pressed her finger tips against him to slowly walk him back to that chair she cleverly slid in when he entered the room. "Sit" He complied. "Why have you kept me waiting so long?" He answered, "I had to get the formula right. I had to make sure it was perfect for you." "Hmmmmm," she replied. "Take your dick out," she demanded. Surprised by how the tables have turned "What?" he stammered. She giggled, knelt down to be eye level with him and slowly with perfect annunciation said, " Take....Your.......Dick.......Out." He slowly brought his hands down to his belt, opened his pants, hesitated for a second as he looked in her eyes. "Keep going." He reached down his pants and pulled out his half hard cock and waited for his next direction. She placed her hand on his shoulder as she walked behind him. She bent down and whispered in his ear, "Stroke it. I want to see what ecstasy looks like to you." The serum, he thought to himself. Her outfit and mystery had almost made him forget but the thought made him stand up, turn around, slide the chair out of the way and grab his goddess in his arms. He pulled her in with one swift move of his right arm. She was startled by his quick motion as she found herself up against his chest. His left hand reached up and pulled her hair. She smiled as he said, "this isn't about me it's about you." He picked her up and sat her on her desk. He didn't know how to get her out of her latex suit as he fumbled around looking for a zipper. She giggled as he reached for the scissors showcasing themselves in her pencil holder. Her eyes grew big as he bent down to her ankle and cut her suit all the way up to the neck, pulling it open he kissed her deeply, layed her back and voraciously went down on her dripping wet pussy. He looked up at her and while tickling her clit with his thumb he said, " I want to make you cum all over my face before I make you cum for hours." He slid his thumb up to her lips and stuck it in her mouth. She sucked on his thumb as he slid back down with an open mouth, tongue out, lustfully salivating to shake his broad spongy tongue all over her pink lips, clit, skin, all of her. Having her in his mouth had been a dream of his for months and he was going to take his time. Using his tongue all over her body she wiggled and moaned wrapping her legs around him as she gleefully surrendered to the moment. He moved down to her tummy, licked her belly button and used his nose to tickle the ridge of her pubic hair while his finger tips slid up and down the front of her pussy.
To be continued.