The next morning dawned with a soft glow filtering through my curtains, pulling me from a night of restless dreams where Tricia's imagined touches lingered like echoes.
I woke slowly, my body still humming with the warmth of those fantasies, tangled sheets clinging to my soft curves.
A shy flush crept up my neck as I remembered the way I'd surrendered in my mind, her hands exploring with such tender confidence. Shaking off the haze, I stumbled out of bed, hands trembling slightly as I prepared for the day.
The routine felt familiar yet charged—brushing my teeth, choosing a simple blouse and skirt that hugged my figure just enough to feel noticed.
Thoughts of my coworkers flickered through my mind, but Tricia's warm smile dominated, making my heart skip as I grabbed my bag and headed out.
The walk to the office was brisk, the city awakening around me with its usual rhythm of honking cars and hurried footsteps. By the time I pushed through the glass doors, the building was already buzzing with early arrivals.
I settled at my desk, the familiar hum of keyboards and murmured conversations wrapping around me like a comforting blanket. Marianne glided past with her elegant poise, offering a subtle nod that made me blush inwardly.
Candy's cheerful laugh echoed from across the room, her playful energy drawing my gaze for a stolen moment. And Noreen, ever quiet, caught my eye with her observant stare, sparking a fleeting fantasy of shared secrets.
But it was Tricia I sought out first, spotting her at her desk, her confident posture straight and inviting as she reviewed some papers.
Before I could even fully immerse myself in the morning tasks, our manager approached, his footsteps purposeful against the carpeted floor. He was a kind man, always encouraging the new hires like me, and today his expression held a spark of enthusiasm.
'Loraine,' he said, leaning slightly against the edge of my cubicle, 'I wanted to catch you before things get too hectic. We've got a meeting with SoftCorp at noon—important partnership stuff.
Tricia's leading it this time, and she's exceptional at it, you know? Her leadership skills really shine in these sessions; she has a way of commanding the room without even trying. As a new team member, this would be a great experience for you. Want to join us?'
My heart leaped at the mention of Tricia's name, a nervous flutter spreading through my chest. The idea of sitting in the same room, watching her take charge, sent a wave of shy excitement through me.
Closer contact, even in a professional setting, felt like a step toward the intimacy I'd dreamed of. I nodded quickly, my voice coming out softer than intended.
'Y-yes, I'd love to. Thank you for the opportunity.' He smiled approvingly and moved on, leaving me with a racing pulse and a desk that suddenly felt too small to contain my anticipation.
The morning work buzzed around me like a gentle storm—emails to sort, reports to proofread, the steady click of my mouse pulling me into the routine. But my focus wavered, stolen glances drifting toward Tricia as she prepared for the meeting.
She moved with that effortless grace, gathering folders and chatting softly with Candy, her warm smile flashing like sunlight. In my mind, the boardroom transformed into something more charged.
I imagined her at the head of the table, her voice steady and commanding, weaving through the discussion with words that held everyone captive. Her confident presence would dominate, eyes scanning the room until they landed on me, lingering just long enough to make my breath catch.
The fantasy deepened: her hand gesturing emphatically, the subtle flex of her posture drawing my gaze to the curve of her neck, the way her blouse shifted with each breath.
A shy heat built in my core, my futanari sensitivity stirring faintly beneath my skirt, a tender ache born from the workplace crush that refused to fade.
I shifted in my chair, forcing myself back to the screen, but the images persisted. Tricia leaning forward, her soft-spoken tone turning authoritative as she outlined strategies, her leadership wrapping around the group like an invisible embrace.
In my daydream, she'd pause, turning to me with that encouraging gaze.
'Loraine, what do you think?' she'd ask, her voice pulling me into the spotlight, her eyes promising support—and perhaps more, in the quiet moments after.
The thought made my hands tremble on the keyboard, awkwardness mingling with eager hope. What if this meeting bridged the gap between fantasy and reality?
Her praise from the manager echoed in my ears, fueling the romantic pull, the shyness that made every interaction feel like a delicate dance.
As the clock ticked toward noon, my heart raced with building tension. I straightened my blouse, smoothing it over my soft curves, mentally preparing for the encounter.
The office hum faded into the background, replaced by the pulse of anticipation in my veins. Tricia passed by once more, offering a quick, warm smile that sent fresh butterflies fluttering through me.
'See you in there?' she said lightly, her tone laced with that supportive kindness. I managed a nod, words failing as usual, but inside, the eagerness bloomed.
Fantasies swirled of her commanding presence up close—the confident cadence of her voice, the way she'd hold the room, and maybe, just maybe, steal a private glance my way that hinted at the deeper connection I craved.
The morning stretched on, each minute heightening the suspense, leaving me flushed and yearning for the meeting to begin.