Original Art by Cris Delara
Sensual Sunday: Snow White! 2nd Flake
My cheeks are set on fire with these words and turn a bright red. Eyes ready to pop from my skull as the lids are left wide open. The breaths held short and shallow, I could feel my heart pound franticly inside my throat. A throbs inside my pants as continuous as the waves brushing the beach.
I needed to keep it together. “You… you wouldn’t… mind to help me out here… w-would you Angelica?” The words were bold but I the sweat was pushed through the skin in excitement and at the same time fear and nerves.
“Sorry, pike. It looks delicious but I can’t. I am in a rush to get some information. Just that I was told to stop by your booth and tell you, you was needed at the 24th! Hey check out who is heading straight for the top.”
-“Oh stop the jokes already, I am in pain here ever since that dream…”
“Dream you say? Is that why you look so tired? Ooh can’t stay.. You will have to tell me about it some other time. See you later Spikes. Hahaha.”
-“Yeah haha. Thanks Angelica”
Calm down Pike. You need to calm down. The 24th? It is the executive’s floor. Where all the big shots sit on there thrown and look down on us little people who do all their work. The fear of them chopping me off has an instant effect on the strain in my pants. As if a magic wand had touched me and drew away all the blood, have me back in a wet but rested state.
A deep breath and grasp back some of my confident I stand up and walk over to the elevator. I tap my foot in anticipation with a hand in my pocket, to try and act cool. But there is some cold wetness felt by the finger tips. My lips gets sucked of their moisture, stretched and feel the cracks split them open. Scraping my throat I try to rehydrate just a little but swallow it all away again.
With a quick turn I make way to the toilet in a fast pace. Behind me the ping of the elevator indicates it opens its door. And from around a corner away from my vision I hear high heels step fast and light from a stone floor to a softer elevator surface. In the distance I could hear her voice. Sweet and gentle the words float towards me. She barely made it and was running late for the 24th floor meeting.
Even more worried a woman would be their I stare into the mirror to see if I stained my pants or if I was dressed for occasion and make an impression. No spots, just the inner lining of my pocket. Thank god for that. I straighten my tie and shirt after conscious of my surrounding having dabbed my cock clean above the sink. Nobody seen me. No body was there, I checked under the doors.
Filled with renewed confidence I gone up to the 24th floor. Inside the elevator I checked my breath took a smint and took a deep breath as the number was getting closer. The Pink had me exhale a final deep breath and waited for the doors to open.
To be continued…
Best Wishes
Ranting Crow
