Every week my relationship with him becomes an obstacle. Not far from love, we suffer in silence as our egos play chess. He is a tease, always taunting me with that dick print against his trousers. I watch closely and every time I look he smiles. On occasion I catch him looking at my breasts. I smile also, just to let him know we both want the same thing. Sometimes I purposely wear a sheer black bra which shows perky nipples through a tight white blouse. On those days, I’m greeted with a hello that makes my panties wet with desire. Then we both smile again. In moments by myself, I picture us together on his desk. Me, straddling him then riding his dick till cum oozes inside. It’s going to happen soon I know. However, I’m in no rush, I love playing chess.