Sitting at my desk, still fuming at Grissom's decision, I was so consumed in the anger that I didn't hear her knock on the door. "You ready?" She asks. This in turn sends my still very hot coffee all over my jeans. "Christ Catherine, I know you don't like me but is it really necessary for you to cause a heart attack?" I know I shouldn't take out the residual rage on her, but man does she have a bad timing. Even Greg knows it's not wise to disturb me after a major blow-out. But then the pain from the spilled coffee is getting through onto my bare skin "Ah, damn coffee is burning my leg!" I yelp, ok...so the pain is really bad and I'm about to panic not knowing how to relieve the pain.
"Take off your jeans!" Catherine yells back. In any other case I would have found those words very erotic. Can't believe she said that. I know she did, because I know those words by heart, considering I hear them quite often in my dreams. I should be really worried when I realize the pain is gone replaced by the numbness. It takes a while for me to cope with the situation and that Catherine is also starting to panic. So the most logic thing to do is stammer. "Uh...well...ah...Excuse me?" I state. "Take your jeans off, they're hurting you!" She says. Boy oh boy, is she for real. Her, miss in control, cares if I'm in pain. That's a first.
Shit, damn those contemplative moments. Why can't I just keep focused? Cause if I had I would have noticed Catherine advancing on me. Instead I start noticing her when she is tugging at the zipper of my jeans. Oh yeah, I just died and am in heaven now. Catherine taking of my jeans. My tight toned thighs exposed. Enabling her to see my dark blue silk underwear. Going down on her knees to take my shoes off and finally separating my jeans from my thighs. Now she is just sitting on her knees, staring alternately at my underwear and eyes. What are you waiting for Willows, don't stop now.
Damn she is stopping and is just looking very funny at me before I realize the situation we are in she starts laughing. "What's so funny?" I ask and it's like I really have to ask. Once the laughing has subsided she is just smugly grinning at me. "What?" I ask again with more persistence. "Just because we are all alone in your office, with you having no jeans on and me on my knees in front of you doesn't automatically mean that I'll go down on you. So please do something about those lusting eyes." She states and my brain goes into overtime. Think of something witty Sidle, come on you can do it. Don't let her on. Don't let her see how much she means to you. "I do not have lusting eyes for you and I hate to break the news for you, but you've already gone down on me." I state and it's my turn to smugly grin. Very good Sidle, that will make her shut up. "Huh, you wish babe. You don't know what you're missing." She states and my "think of something witty" theory goes right out the window. The smirk on her face is getting larger by the minute.
"You are awfully confident in your...uh...skills." I state and I think to myself "I won't mind taking her for a test ride; exploring those 'skills'." I look into her eyes and see that she's got that look again. "Of course I am. Why wouldn't I? Never heard any complains before," Catherine states. All I wanted to say is that I know she is skilled, but that is in my dreams. "I see you're having trouble believing that" Catherine finishes. "You'd think?" I ask and right then and there she's choosing that moment to get up and push me into my chair. Silently she turns around and grabs some tissues from my desk.
Good thing I was sitting, because the view of Catherine going down on me again is knocking all the air out of my lungs as I sigh very deeply. Just when I rediscover my ability to breath she's touching my right thigh and cleaning my left one. So there goes the ability to move, even though I'm flexing my muscled legs. "What's the matter babe?" Catherine asks in an innocent voice. "Nothing, it's just that my legs are a bit sensitive right now, you know the hot coffee and all." I state. Hope she's buying that. I know she is done with her task, because I don't feel the tissues anymore, but I am still feeling her hands moving up and down my thighs. Now putting one hand on each thigh, she pushes herself up until our eyes are at the same level. "Don't worry babe, I'll make a believer out of you one day." She whispers in my ear, making goose bumps rise and my body to shiver and with that being said, she pushes herself all the way up and walks towards the exit of my office, only slightly turning around saying "Give me the keys for your locker. I'll grab you a spare pair of jeans." She says and I somehow manage to throw my keys and then she's gone.
Which will give me some time to reflect on the things that just transpired between us. But it doesn't take me very long to come to the conclusion I better to not reflect on it. Can't help musing about the way Catherine's doing her job though. When we work she's very effective, but drying my thighs while at the same time starting a raging flood isn't something I'd call being effective. Boy if only Catherine was willing to demonstrate her skills right now. "Damn I need a fresh pair of underwear as well" I mumble to myself and I notice I am not alone. "Are they also wet?" Catherine asks and figures she'd pick this very moment to return to my office and startling me once more. "Just a...uh...little." I state and turn as red as a tomato. Subtle Sidle now she'll know you're horny. She's taking a moment to let it all sink in before answering. "Good thing you weren't drinking any coffee. I seem to make you jumpy. Who knows, perhaps you'd have spilled it all over your tank top and considering you are out of spare ones that isn't very wise to do. You know...for Greggo." She states and now I definitely need a change of underwear. Just when I'm about to make some comment about it, she changes the subject. "You ready to go?" Her voice interrupts my musings.