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from my flesh. But the touch of my hands only
seemed to inflame me further, and I found my fingers teasing across
my nipples, stroking and gently twisting—
No, no, no!
But the water had made my skin so
smooth and wet, as though I were already sweating from his passionate
embrace, and I was already imagining him in the shower with me, his
strong arms encircling me from behind, his hard cock pressing against
my back as he kissed his way from my shoulder up to my neck, his
tongue teasing at the shell of my ear as I whimpered at his touch,
arching back into him, spreading my legs slightly as I braced myself
against the shower wall, begging him to thrust into me, filling me,
fucking me hard and fast and rough until I—
And before I could stop myself, my
right hand was between my thighs, my fingers plunging into my wet
cunt as the heel of my palm rubbed against my clit, as my left hand
pinched my nipple. I fucked myself harder and harder, oh God I knew
it was so wrong to be thinking these things when I’d sworn to
be hands off with Hunter, I knew this was only going to make it
harder to keep away, but I couldn’t stop, oh God I needed so
badly to come, I wanted so badly for him to be there making me come,
with his strong hands and his deft tongue and his cock, oh sweet
Lord, that cock, I wanted it between my lips and in my tight pussy
and I’d let him fuck me in the ass if he’d just let me
come, oh God he could fuck me any way he wanted if I could just come
now, anything he wanted, it would be so good—
I came calling his name, and I thanked
heaven the running water meant no one could hear me.
#
What kind of outfit says ‘I was
definitely not just masturbating about you, that is definitely not
the reason I am now late to dinner, why would you think that?’?
I’m asking for a friend.
In the end I grabbed a blouse in a
heavy green fabric that I knew looked terrible with my complexion,
and a pair of slacks that hadn’t fit me right since I lost ten
pounds. They were definitely too baggy in the rear and severely
unflattering. But they were professional, and that was the important
thing. I needed to send a clear message, and that message was, ‘Your
lips? What? I barely noticed how soft and luscious they look, because
I am a consummate professional. Totally.’
And I was going to read that message
blaring loud and clear, not just to Hunter, but to myself. Why did he
have to be so irresistible? I knew it wasn’t his fault; he had
no way of knowing his one-night stand was someone he’d ever see
again. I certainly hadn’t thought I’d ever see him again
either.
And after this job, I probably never would see him again.
I set out for dinner, determined to
ignore the utterly illogical pang of loss at that thought.
Professional. Totally professional.
#
Hunter was dressed professionally too
when I met him on the back porch of the manor house, but somehow he
still looked delicious in dress slacks and a crisp yellow button-up.
Maybe it was the way that color brought out the gold in his eyes. Or
just possibly it was the way that button-up shirt fit, hugging his
chest tight and riding up just slightly when he stretched, just
enough to glimpse one tantalizing strip of tanned skin over taut
muscle.
I looked away quickly, pretending to
admire the sunset. “Oh. Look at all those colors.”
It really was beautiful, all pinks and
purples melting into a fiery glow reflected in the sapphire lake.
If only there weren’t something
even more gorgeous demanding my attention.
“Ah. Yes. Colors.” Hunter
sounded just as stilted and awkward as I felt. “The sun…does
that.”
Oh boy. Was the whole dinner going to
be like this?
Short answer: yes.
Longer answer: There was a little bit
of a conversational reprieve as we fell about eating the pork chops,
which had been slathered in some kind of lemon honey sauce that was
basically the food of the gods, but was also an Olympic level
challenge to keep off your
seemed to inflame me further, and I found my fingers teasing across
my nipples, stroking and gently twisting—
No, no, no!
But the water had made my skin so
smooth and wet, as though I were already sweating from his passionate
embrace, and I was already imagining him in the shower with me, his
strong arms encircling me from behind, his hard cock pressing against
my back as he kissed his way from my shoulder up to my neck, his
tongue teasing at the shell of my ear as I whimpered at his touch,
arching back into him, spreading my legs slightly as I braced myself
against the shower wall, begging him to thrust into me, filling me,
fucking me hard and fast and rough until I—
And before I could stop myself, my
right hand was between my thighs, my fingers plunging into my wet
cunt as the heel of my palm rubbed against my clit, as my left hand
pinched my nipple. I fucked myself harder and harder, oh God I knew
it was so wrong to be thinking these things when I’d sworn to
be hands off with Hunter, I knew this was only going to make it
harder to keep away, but I couldn’t stop, oh God I needed so
badly to come, I wanted so badly for him to be there making me come,
with his strong hands and his deft tongue and his cock, oh sweet
Lord, that cock, I wanted it between my lips and in my tight pussy
and I’d let him fuck me in the ass if he’d just let me
come, oh God he could fuck me any way he wanted if I could just come
now, anything he wanted, it would be so good—
I came calling his name, and I thanked
heaven the running water meant no one could hear me.
#
What kind of outfit says ‘I was
definitely not just masturbating about you, that is definitely not
the reason I am now late to dinner, why would you think that?’?
I’m asking for a friend.
In the end I grabbed a blouse in a
heavy green fabric that I knew looked terrible with my complexion,
and a pair of slacks that hadn’t fit me right since I lost ten
pounds. They were definitely too baggy in the rear and severely
unflattering. But they were professional, and that was the important
thing. I needed to send a clear message, and that message was, ‘Your
lips? What? I barely noticed how soft and luscious they look, because
I am a consummate professional. Totally.’
And I was going to read that message
blaring loud and clear, not just to Hunter, but to myself. Why did he
have to be so irresistible? I knew it wasn’t his fault; he had
no way of knowing his one-night stand was someone he’d ever see
again. I certainly hadn’t thought I’d ever see him again
either.
And after this job, I probably never would see him again.
I set out for dinner, determined to
ignore the utterly illogical pang of loss at that thought.
Professional. Totally professional.
#
Hunter was dressed professionally too
when I met him on the back porch of the manor house, but somehow he
still looked delicious in dress slacks and a crisp yellow button-up.
Maybe it was the way that color brought out the gold in his eyes. Or
just possibly it was the way that button-up shirt fit, hugging his
chest tight and riding up just slightly when he stretched, just
enough to glimpse one tantalizing strip of tanned skin over taut
muscle.
I looked away quickly, pretending to
admire the sunset. “Oh. Look at all those colors.”
It really was beautiful, all pinks and
purples melting into a fiery glow reflected in the sapphire lake.
If only there weren’t something
even more gorgeous demanding my attention.
“Ah. Yes. Colors.” Hunter
sounded just as stilted and awkward as I felt. “The sun…does
that.”
Oh boy. Was the whole dinner going to
be like this?
Short answer: yes.
Longer answer: There was a little bit
of a conversational reprieve as we fell about eating the pork chops,
which had been slathered in some kind of lemon honey sauce that was
basically the food of the gods, but was also an Olympic level
challenge to keep off your
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