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Dress up, cont.

 

When James returned, he seemed preoccupied.  A number of the others suggested he was still dealing with the loss of a family member.  I knew different.  He was simply paranoid that someone (mainly Me) has discovered his little secret.  He did seem especially funny towards me –assessing my reaction to him, looking at me after he made a joke, etc.  I tried my best to act normally but knowing what I did about how he fantasized about me made it hard.

 

There he was trying his best not to look directly at me and I was trying hard to catch him checking me out.  Not sure why,,, maybe I wanted to let him know it was okay,,, or maybe I just needed to know he still wanted me. Continue reading

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Serve her, cont

you move back slightly onto the bed, extending your leg straight out, your pretty, pedicured toes pointed straight out in front of you, completing the shape of your perfect, long legs

 

it’s clear to me what you want.   I begin to make my way up  kissing, licking, worshiping you

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bathroom break

I headed into the bathroom eager to relieve my throbbing dick.
My regular stall – the larger unit towards the back of the bathroom. It was definitely more private, being one of only 2 stalls that were situated around the corner. I quickly closed the door, unzipped, sat down and leaned back to close my eyes.

I pictured her standing before me, stroking those longs, stocking legs while I looked on. She must have known the effect she had on me when she wore those stockings and heels. Just the way she would cross and uncross her legs at her desk, directly across from me – and today she seemed to be especially fidgety. Continue reading

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the conference

Excuse the grammatical errors, a quick effort…

I spit the mouthwash into the sink and looking at myself in the mirror. I couldn’t believe I was about to go through with it.  My mind couldn’t, that is… my dick was more than ready and given its size, I understood why I was feeling so light headed.  Careful to make one last fix of my hair and I was walking out the door of my room.

Down the hall to the elevator.

A family was there waiting.  I did have a fleeting moment of guilt – seeing the husband and wife together.  Had he ever cheated on his wife, or her on him? Continue reading

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