Click, click, click....

I was passing people as I walked, no one took notice. Well let’s say unusual notice. I smiled when I made brief eye contact with the women, being demure with the men. But the men looked…and watched. I could almost feel some turn around, my legs went hot again, the perfume floated around me. My head buzzed! Click, click, click…I was wondering about the uniform as I strolled. The eyes were a beautiful caramel color, exuding seemingly deep pools of warmth and strength. My thoughts drifted to chocolate thighs, and firm butts and a smooth oiled chest….too much Flickr for me I guess. And what was with this recent rash of cock peeping!? Once I started looking, hmmm, I just kept click, click, clicking.
There was the sign for the office, as usual down the hallway, off the main mall. Why do they always put the office near the restrooms? I turned the corner, my head full of sissy feelings and gurly desires. My confidence was high, my persona radiating woman, and my bosom floating in time with my steps. The black man in the hallway was between me and the office door; the men’s room just passed him. Plenty of room to pass but I walked closely by the man standing there, I wanted him to inhale a whiff of woman. Then head reeling, I stopped impulsively, turned, smiled sweetly, pointed a red tipped finger and said “office?” He looked up, then looked me up and down slowly, licked his lips, grabbed his crotch and said “yeah baby, buh wot a fine lookin’ woman like you want wit dem when Izz riht here?”

Click, click, click, as I tossed a “thanks” over my shoulder. Duh, what was I thinking, …oops, the hall was suddenly blocked, as two more men exited the restroom. Both were still zipping up and some boxer material clearly flashed. A quick stop, a look up into some dull eyes leering at me, “excuse me” I uttered and pointed towards the office. “Wazz the hurry bitch?” and “wazz you trying to peek at my willy? Dog, I think she wazz peekin”, ending with chuckles all around.