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Although I've always fancied vanilla ice cream, recently I've found myself wanting the taste of chocolate every now and then. Vanilla has been what I'm accustomed to, but lately I've learned that a little bit of variety is much better. Vanilla has it's good points. Creamy and sweet, it satisfies any sudden craving. The smooth flavor of chocolate, however, satisfies a side that vanilla cannot.
The lab door slides open, and in walks my new treat. A tight black T-shirt clings to her curvaceous figure and exposes just a bit of tanned cleavage. Dark denim jeans cover her firm thighs from my hungry sight, much to my dismay. She smiles as she watches me scan every inch of her lovely body.
"Like what you see?" she asks, as if she didn't already know the answer.
"Of course. Although I was hoping for a little more exposure." I smile slyly and trace the edge of my bottom lip with the eraser of my pencil.
"Sorry I disappointed you. Why don't you come over tonight, and I'll try my best to make it up to you," she offers. An offer I can't possibly refuse.
"As long as you understand that I expect to be fully satisfied with what I see," I say in a demanding tone.
"I'll keep that in mind." With that, she leans in and our lips meet. A slight peck on the lips that turns into a passionate kiss. I can tell she's been anticipating tonight all day, just as I have. She slides one her hands down my low-cut shirt and squeezes one of my breasts. I moan into her mouth, wishing that we were already at her place in her bed, where we could proceed as far and for as long as we want. I long for the moment when I can taste her again. I moan into her again as I think of my tongue against her smooth, warm flesh. Then I imagine hers on mine...
I pull away before we end up forgetting the consequences and making use of the empty lab table beside us.
"Just a few more hours, Alex," I say breathlessly. "A few more long hours," I add, emphasizing the word 'long'.
"Too damn long." She crosses her arms and looks at me with mock austerity. "You better be at my place at eight o'clock sharp, or you're just going to have to go to bed without dinner tonight." She stares at me intently, her eyes brimming with seduction.
"How about seven thirty?"
"Make it seven. That fat bastard owes you."
I laugh. Her bluntness always impresses me. "Six thirty it is." She is right, after all. I've been putting in extra hours lately.
One more kiss, though not as passionate as the previous, then she turns to leave. I watch her walk down the hallway until the door swishes shut, cutting off my view. I glance at the clock. The glaring red numbers tell me I've three more hours. I let my mind wonder to what is in store for tonight. I can't help but laugh as I realize my mouth is watering.
I go back to my work, trying to concentrate on what needs to be done. I vainly try to ignore that fact that my chocolate ice cream awaits me.
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