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be his
only piece of ass.
I tried to talk myself out of doing this all the way
up the stairs. I even told myself it wasn’t too late to run after I’d knocked
on the door. When he pulled it open, shirtless and in a pair of loose fitting
pajama pants, I knew I wasn’t going anywhere except inside.
“Hey,” I said, trying not to stare at his bare
chest.
“Hey,” he didn’t bother not trying to stare at mine
and it was still covered. Sometimes I
thought it might be fun to have that kind of confidence and to really not give
a shit what people thought. “Come on in. I wasn’t sure you were going to show.
I thought you made like a rabbit.”
I stepped inside and said, “I wasn’t sure either. I
honestly thought about not coming. I really shouldn’t be here.”
He put his arm around me and turning me around in a
circle he said, “Sure you should be. See, it’s just you and me here. No hidden cameras or tape recorders. I’m
not going to turn you in because I’d like to have a million bucks. You’re not
going to turn me in because you like your job. I think we’re both safe, no one
else has to know.”
I was on auto-pilot by that point. My body had taken
over the second I walked into his apartment and it was already responding in
all kinds of ways to the sound of his voice and his arm around my shoulders and
his breath against my ear. I nodded and let him lead me over to the couch.
Before we got there, I tried to think of something clever to say, anything. I
wanted to have a conversation with him. I didn’t want to just walk in and have
sex. I actually decided that I wanted to get to know him…or maybe I thought if
we talked first, and maybe after, it would seem less like we were doing
something illicit.
“Did you have fun at the party?” I asked him.
He leaned in and put his lips on my neck. I felt the
vibration of his lips as he said, “Mm Hmm,” against my skin.
“Did you get to meet the executives?” I squeaked the
last part of that out because now he was nibbling my neck and his fingers and
thumb were tweaking my nipples through my dress.
“ Mmrrggrr …” was what he
said. I have no fucking clue what it meant but I did know that he was trying
hard to end the conversation. He’d pulled my dress up around my waist and was
working it up over my breasts. I couldn’t think of another question to ask so I
pulled my arms up and let him slip it off of me. He undid my bra then and
looked at me. A sound came out of his throat, something like a growl. It
touched that place deep inside of me and my panties were suddenly wet.
He reached back and pushed a pile of crap on the
couch over to the side and then he pushed me back so I was sitting down. He
pulled my panties off and pushed my legs open. Then he lowered his head and
kissed my lips. I shivered and let my legs fall open further. He looked like he
was just breathing me in for a second and I thought that was a little strange
but then his tongue dove in and I forgot all about it. He started with small
licks with the tip of his tongue. His hands were massaging my thighs as he
licked me and I felt him grip me tighter as his tongue started tracing long,
slow strokes up and down my slit, teasing my lips apart.
He looked up at me and grinned and then in a rare
moment for him of speaking during sex he said, “Put your hands on your tits.”
I didn’t question it, maybe because they were aching
to be touched. I cupped one in each hand and began teasing my hard nipples
between my fingers as I threw my head back against the couch and lost myself in
the pleasure of it all. Tristan went back to work thrusting his tongue into me
and then licking strongly upwards until it met my clit. He’d circle it with his
tongue a few times before sucking it into his mouth and practically making me
scream with delight. I was pulling hard on my nipples now and bucking my hips
and the more excited I got the harder he licked and sucked.
I was moaning, probably
only piece of ass.
I tried to talk myself out of doing this all the way
up the stairs. I even told myself it wasn’t too late to run after I’d knocked
on the door. When he pulled it open, shirtless and in a pair of loose fitting
pajama pants, I knew I wasn’t going anywhere except inside.
“Hey,” I said, trying not to stare at his bare
chest.
“Hey,” he didn’t bother not trying to stare at mine
and it was still covered. Sometimes I
thought it might be fun to have that kind of confidence and to really not give
a shit what people thought. “Come on in. I wasn’t sure you were going to show.
I thought you made like a rabbit.”
I stepped inside and said, “I wasn’t sure either. I
honestly thought about not coming. I really shouldn’t be here.”
He put his arm around me and turning me around in a
circle he said, “Sure you should be. See, it’s just you and me here. No hidden cameras or tape recorders. I’m
not going to turn you in because I’d like to have a million bucks. You’re not
going to turn me in because you like your job. I think we’re both safe, no one
else has to know.”
I was on auto-pilot by that point. My body had taken
over the second I walked into his apartment and it was already responding in
all kinds of ways to the sound of his voice and his arm around my shoulders and
his breath against my ear. I nodded and let him lead me over to the couch.
Before we got there, I tried to think of something clever to say, anything. I
wanted to have a conversation with him. I didn’t want to just walk in and have
sex. I actually decided that I wanted to get to know him…or maybe I thought if
we talked first, and maybe after, it would seem less like we were doing
something illicit.
“Did you have fun at the party?” I asked him.
He leaned in and put his lips on my neck. I felt the
vibration of his lips as he said, “Mm Hmm,” against my skin.
“Did you get to meet the executives?” I squeaked the
last part of that out because now he was nibbling my neck and his fingers and
thumb were tweaking my nipples through my dress.
“ Mmrrggrr …” was what he
said. I have no fucking clue what it meant but I did know that he was trying
hard to end the conversation. He’d pulled my dress up around my waist and was
working it up over my breasts. I couldn’t think of another question to ask so I
pulled my arms up and let him slip it off of me. He undid my bra then and
looked at me. A sound came out of his throat, something like a growl. It
touched that place deep inside of me and my panties were suddenly wet.
He reached back and pushed a pile of crap on the
couch over to the side and then he pushed me back so I was sitting down. He
pulled my panties off and pushed my legs open. Then he lowered his head and
kissed my lips. I shivered and let my legs fall open further. He looked like he
was just breathing me in for a second and I thought that was a little strange
but then his tongue dove in and I forgot all about it. He started with small
licks with the tip of his tongue. His hands were massaging my thighs as he
licked me and I felt him grip me tighter as his tongue started tracing long,
slow strokes up and down my slit, teasing my lips apart.
He looked up at me and grinned and then in a rare
moment for him of speaking during sex he said, “Put your hands on your tits.”
I didn’t question it, maybe because they were aching
to be touched. I cupped one in each hand and began teasing my hard nipples
between my fingers as I threw my head back against the couch and lost myself in
the pleasure of it all. Tristan went back to work thrusting his tongue into me
and then licking strongly upwards until it met my clit. He’d circle it with his
tongue a few times before sucking it into his mouth and practically making me
scream with delight. I was pulling hard on my nipples now and bucking my hips
and the more excited I got the harder he licked and sucked.
I was moaning, probably
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