Danielle is my age but has the stature and disposition of a girl many years younger. We have worked together for a few years now and through our close proximity I have developed a bit of an obsession for her. Every day looking forward to seeing her and hearing her voice. Wondering what she is wearing today; thanks to summer, will it be a clingy cotton dress with a shawl for modesty, or will it be slacks and and a delicate blouse where I’ll be hoping she needs to bend over all day long so that I might catch a peek of the soft valley between her amazingly perky 32C breasts.

Danielle has dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, and stands about 5’2” with a freckled complexion and cute mousy nose. She has generous soft lips for such a petite woman and I often catch myself imagining what those lips would feel like on mine. She is fit with a trim waist and full hips and buttocks. Her voice matches her stature, high and with tones of innocence that belie her acute intellect. While she dresses conservatively, she has an absolutely magnetic sexual energy about her that draws you inward.

I know that she is undersexed; she is recently off a long-term relationship and has entered the online dating scene. She is suffering through messages from many weak candidates and sitting through dates with boring men. This makes me yearn all the more to fill her needs. And as I stand close to her at work, I imagine myself bending towards her and my lips finally touching her soft cheek; making that electric connection for the first time; a shockwave pulsing through my body down and out through the floor; feeling alive again for the first time in years.

Last summer I had the opportunity to visit her apartment unsupervised and I happen to have a fetish for womens underwear. I don’t wear them but love to see the intimate things that women wear that aren’t intended to be seen by most men. In a perverse way, it makes me feel that I’m in that small group of people who have the privilege to see her unmentionables. My arms shaking slightly as I pulled open the top drawer of her dresser. No sex toys. The most neat underwear drawer I have ever seen. All the panties folded. The bras nested together like dolls one after the other.