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wanted Lainie to see how she
affected him.
    She hadn’t said a word when he’d leaned
against his desk with his cock pressing against the zipper of his
slacks. She couldn’t have missed it. Why hadn’t she said something
then? She had to be impressed, or had her husband spoiled her for
other men?
    At the juice bar Conrad picked up the salad
plates and returned to the table. His aroused cock made no effort
to deflate and he was beginning to enjoy watching Lainie squirm.
She seemed to be having a hard time keeping her eyes off his
crotch. There was nothing he liked better than a crotch-watcher.
His cock surged at the thought of her wondering about his size.
Right about now, she had to be debating if he was circumcised, or
not. Would she be surprised to find that he wasn’t? Most women
were…impressed.
    The more she stared at his crotch, the more
he was tempted to ask her if she liked what she saw. It was even
more tempting to ask her how he compared to her husband.
    Conrad slid a plate in front of Lainie and
slipped onto his chair.
    She immediately picked up her fork and took a
healthy bite of salad.
    “Do you like it, darlin’? It’s something new
I found on my last trip to the islands.”
    Lainie frowned and studied her fork for a
moment. “It’s fine–different, but nice.” She took a second bite of
the lettuce and fruit chewing solemnly with a slight smile on her
lips.
    Conrad began to expound on his trip to Pago
Pago and Lainie nodded in the right places, but he was sure she
wasn’t really in the room with him any longer. Where had he lost
her? There was nothing wrong with his looks or his physique. He was
religious about exercise and diet. As far as he was concerned, he
was just as good looking as her husband.
    Why wasn’t she interested in taking this to a
new level? She’d been married long enough to be bored.
    Lainie looked up and caught his eye. She
smiled, but there was nothing behind the smile. It was like looking
into a dark house, nobody home.
    She took a bite of salad and his rebellious
cock smacked the underside of the table when her fork left her
pouty lips.
    Conrad was going to injure his cock if he
didn’t stop banging it on the underside of the table. Lainie chewed
her salad with enthusiasm. Was that a smirk he saw behind her fork?
Hell, he wasn't trying to impress her with the size of his cock. As
a matter of fact, banging it on the table was beginning to hurt
like son-of-a-bitch. He'd come to realize there was no way he'd get
Lainie's attention as long as she was married to Mike. Not that
Conrad blamed her. Mike seemed like a nice guy, he was tall and
muscular and Conrad knew Mike had him beat in the cock
department.
    Conrad had a nice, large, firm cock, but
Lainie didn't seem interested in anything more than looking.
     
    * * * *
     
    Lainie licked her lips before taking another
bite of salad and was rewarded by the soft sound of his cock
responding yet another time. Poor Conrad. His penis had to be
bruised by now. He must be hurting.
    It was fun making Conrad uncomfortable. It
was even more fun watching him try to decide if she was interested
in him or not. Let him keep guessing. There was no way she was
going to jeopardize her marriage or her job for one quick fuck with
the boss.
    Nothing said she couldn't look, she could
even admire, but she wouldn't touch.
    She was here for lunch and nothing else.
    She loved Mike too much to screw around.
    Lainie shifted her bottom on the chair
cushion, squeezing her legs together for maximum sensation. Ahhh, that felt so delicious . She tightened her internal
muscles for maximum stimulation, until she was close to orgasm. She
wanted to come so bad. She was so wet from thinking about Mike. She
was pretty sure the back of her skirt would be soaked.
    Mike, where are you when I need you?
    “Eat up, darlin’,” Conrad urged.
    Damn it. Thanks a whole fuckin’ lot .
She’d been on the very tip of a fantastic climax, now it was gone.
If only Conrad could