Tessa and the Warden by Elizabeth A. Veatch, Crystal G. Smith Page B

week.  No questions, no arguments.” He sat back in his chair and eyed her with those devil-may care eyes waiting patiently for her answer.
         They both knew the answer.  They could feel the chemistry firing back and forth between them since she had entered the office.
         OH my god! I have died and gone to heaven.  If he only knew how horny I am  right now.  I hope I don’t hurt him.  She giggled to herself .  I guess this is what you call letting that inner goddess out.
         Reaching up she pulled her hair loose from the pony-tail and tossed it on his desk in front of him.

Chapter  Two
         Leaning back he propped his feet on the corner of the desk and watched as she ran her fingers through her silky hair.  Tossing her head back she watched him through her lashes as she steadied herself on one foot and pulled off her shoe followed by her sock.  Luckily one of her prized personal items was a bright pink nail polish.  Switching legs she did the same with the other foot. 
         Smiling mischievously, she turned her back to him and bent over to pick up her shoes.  Keeping her ass in the air just a bit longer than necessary.  Standing up straight, she walked across the room to place the shoes and socks on the table beside the chair.  Giving a little extra shake as her body moved as graceful as she could make it appear.
         Looking over her shoulder she placed her fingers in the waistband of her prison issued pants and smiled as she bent to remove them slowly.  Stepping out of them she walked back to stand in front of the desk . 
         The smoldering look in his eyes let her know that if he wasn’t already turned on , he was now.  Walking around to the front of the desk he sat on the top of it and with a wave of his hand motioned for her to continue disrobing.
         Looking him over she noted his pants had a rather large tent growing causing her panties to become even wetter than before. 
         Raising her eyes to lock with his her tongue peaked out to moisten her already throbbing lips.  She could feel the heartbeat in them as she thought of wrapping them around his engorged cock.
         Slowly sliding her hands down her sides she grasped the hem of her t-shirt and slowly pulled it up.  She felt the cool air hitting her bare abdomen as she raised it past the waist of her panties.  Keeping contact with his eyes she pulled it up and over her head. 
         Standing there in front of him in her prison issued panties and bra she began to lose some of her confidence.  He didn’t move to help her. He just watched as she struggled to get her courage back.  I can do this.  I want to do this.  God he is so fucking hot.  My last week in this place will be like heaven. 
         Taking a deep breath she reached behind her and unfastened her bra. Pulling it off one arm and then the other she bent her head allowing her hair to fall over covering her breasts.  Holding her bra out with one arm , she let it fall to the floor in front of him.  Staring him in the eyes she could see the dare there in his. 
         She continued to muster up more courage as she thumbed her panties, sliding them down she quickly stepped out of them, pushing them with her foot. Taking a deep breath she stood up facing him. Her hair still covering her breasts.  Making eye contact with him, she noted his eyes were locked on her bare pussy.  If it was even possible, she thought she saw the tent in his pants grow even more. 
         Without saying a word he stood from the desk and took the two steps to be standing directly in front of her.  Reaching down he brushed her hair off her shoulders to hand down her back.  Giving him the view he had been waiting for.
          He placed a hand on each shoulder slightly massaging them before running his fingers lightly down her breasts, teasing them as her nipples puckered and ached with need.  With a light pinch the sensation