Forbidden Fruit

As my client approaches me, I begin to feel those urges arise within me once more.  My skirt hiked up to the fringe of my lacy stocking tops.  My hand runs along the fringe of my jacket, directing his eyes to my breasts as they slowly inflate and recede with each breath.  My imagination begins to drift to thoughts I should not be having for my client.  

But my salacious imagination is unable to contain the lustful desires within.  Reality begins to roll away like ocean waves slowly lapping upon the shore.  Visions of his naked body above mine, and his erect cock dancing upon the end of my tongue as I savor the flavor of his 'forbidden fruit'.