The girls from the office,
Gather around,
With giggles they whisper,
About the evidence found.
Black lace panties,
Were found in his drawer,
By mistake in the looking,
A giddy secret forborn.....
For about five minutes,
'Til it was leaked,
To the girl next to me,
A blush on her cheek.
Why is she blushing?
It wasn't her in the room,
With him and a blindfold,
And all clothes roughly strewn.
The memory invades me,
I can't help but melt,
Oh my..I'm so hot!
I'll have to fix it myself.
I snatch my bag and walk,
With a murmer about powder,
Discretely I am followed,
But the giggles grow no louder.
For the girls don't see,
The male shadow behind me,
So wrapped up in gossip,
They all gather blindly.
I let the door close behind me,
And what's that? A click!
I turn..you stand there,
This will have to be quick!
With pa**ion I press myself,
Into your arms,
Powerless to even think,
Of rejecting your charms.
You kiss me, then suddenly,
You turn me around,
In seconds I find,
My hands are bound.
I feel cold tiles,
As you lift my skirt,
My breathing is heavy,
Your beautiful hands are at work.
It happened so easily,
The thrumming, the climb,
A climax of feeling,
A release so sublime.
Love washes over me,
My heart slowing its pace,
A peaceful, glowing smile
Spreads over my face.
You hold up before me,
Black lace panties in a pinch,
You whisper.....
'I think these are yours Ms Honeytip'