them and with the trip to the
O Zone on Saturday night, I had more fun things to do.
“Same old. Went out with the girls to a dance
club and ended up the evening with my book boyfriend.” Her full,
red lips pulled to the side in a frown and she sighed.
“Maybe you should try the on-line dating
sites. Mr. Right is out there waiting to meet you.” I smiled at
her, picturing the big, curvy women at the club who confidently
flaunted their bodies. If Kim could get into that head-space, the
book boyfriends would be history. She’d be fighting real guys off.
But the club belonged in my personal life and was more than I could
safely share with her.
“No on-line dating for me. My girlfriend
tried that and had some weird experiences. I’d better get back to
work before Mr. Grant gets in.”
I watched her leave, reminded of Damian’s
on-line search in the swinger sites. These guys actually told their
penis sizes? A thrill went through my pussy as I pictured a HUGE,
erect cock inside me. Damian was bigger than the average six inch
but what would a nine inch, thick cock feel like? Oh my God, here I
am, AT WORK, thinking about this! I’ve got to stop this right
now.
I booted up my laptop and checked my email.
Nothing urgent, but there was an email from Aiden. He wants to have
lunch? Normally we’d do that on Friday as a wrap up to the week. My
eyebrows pulled together. Wonder what’s up? I banged out a reply,
yes, of course, and rang Kim to show in the client.
Two minutes later, a mountain of a man filled
my doorway. I was used to tall men, Damian is six one but this guy
had to be six five if he was an inch. In two strides he was before
me extending his baseball glove sized hand. Oh my. The urban myth
of hand size and penis size flitted through my mind and as he sat
down in the chair across from me I couldn’t help a glance at his
crotch in the tight blue jeans. Yup, he filled that area pretty
well.
The door to my office snicked closied and I
tilted my head to the side, smiling at him. “What can I do for you
Mr. Johnson?” For such a big man, he looked kind of nervous, edging
forward on his chair, adjusting his tie in the tight collar of his
white shirt.
“I’d like to incorporate my plumbing and
heating business. I’m getting to the point that I need to hire a
couple of people to help out.” The gaze in his grey eyes bounced
from my desk to my hair and chest, everywhere but at my face. A
meeting in an office was not in his comfort zone or was he
uncomfortable with professional women like me?
He continued, giving me the details of his
business while I made some notes. It was all rather routine so I
sat back, trying with my body language to put the poor guy at ease.
In his late twenties, with a body like his and clean cut, good
looks, I wondered how many women had sabotaged their drains just to
get him to come and fix their plumbing. I suppressed a laugh by
clearing my throat and looking up at him.
He quickly looked away but he’d been looking
at my breasts. Again, a thrill went through my pussy and I shifted
in my chair. Oh my God, what was with me today? My hormones were on
crack or something. His voice was deep as he continued talking and
I noted his full lower lip, the shadow of his firm jaw and
cheekbones, whisker shadow already appearing, even this early in
the day.
If there was anyone like him on the swinger
sites, that Damian had mentioned this morning, I’d be really
tempted. Instead of looking down at my desk, I kept my gaze on
him—to hell with making him feel more at ease. Kim was right. This
guy was definitely mouth watering, eye candy with the broad
shoulders, muscles in his arms straining the fabric of his cotton
shirt. Would he have a hairy chest like Damian?
He placed his hand on the back of his neck,
rubbing it, still not meeting my gaze. It was mean, but I rose to
my feet and with the grace of a cat, I sauntered to the side table
where a jug of ice water and glasses were laid out. “Would
O Zone on Saturday night, I had more fun things to do.
“Same old. Went out with the girls to a dance
club and ended up the evening with my book boyfriend.” Her full,
red lips pulled to the side in a frown and she sighed.
“Maybe you should try the on-line dating
sites. Mr. Right is out there waiting to meet you.” I smiled at
her, picturing the big, curvy women at the club who confidently
flaunted their bodies. If Kim could get into that head-space, the
book boyfriends would be history. She’d be fighting real guys off.
But the club belonged in my personal life and was more than I could
safely share with her.
“No on-line dating for me. My girlfriend
tried that and had some weird experiences. I’d better get back to
work before Mr. Grant gets in.”
I watched her leave, reminded of Damian’s
on-line search in the swinger sites. These guys actually told their
penis sizes? A thrill went through my pussy as I pictured a HUGE,
erect cock inside me. Damian was bigger than the average six inch
but what would a nine inch, thick cock feel like? Oh my God, here I
am, AT WORK, thinking about this! I’ve got to stop this right
now.
I booted up my laptop and checked my email.
Nothing urgent, but there was an email from Aiden. He wants to have
lunch? Normally we’d do that on Friday as a wrap up to the week. My
eyebrows pulled together. Wonder what’s up? I banged out a reply,
yes, of course, and rang Kim to show in the client.
Two minutes later, a mountain of a man filled
my doorway. I was used to tall men, Damian is six one but this guy
had to be six five if he was an inch. In two strides he was before
me extending his baseball glove sized hand. Oh my. The urban myth
of hand size and penis size flitted through my mind and as he sat
down in the chair across from me I couldn’t help a glance at his
crotch in the tight blue jeans. Yup, he filled that area pretty
well.
The door to my office snicked closied and I
tilted my head to the side, smiling at him. “What can I do for you
Mr. Johnson?” For such a big man, he looked kind of nervous, edging
forward on his chair, adjusting his tie in the tight collar of his
white shirt.
“I’d like to incorporate my plumbing and
heating business. I’m getting to the point that I need to hire a
couple of people to help out.” The gaze in his grey eyes bounced
from my desk to my hair and chest, everywhere but at my face. A
meeting in an office was not in his comfort zone or was he
uncomfortable with professional women like me?
He continued, giving me the details of his
business while I made some notes. It was all rather routine so I
sat back, trying with my body language to put the poor guy at ease.
In his late twenties, with a body like his and clean cut, good
looks, I wondered how many women had sabotaged their drains just to
get him to come and fix their plumbing. I suppressed a laugh by
clearing my throat and looking up at him.
He quickly looked away but he’d been looking
at my breasts. Again, a thrill went through my pussy and I shifted
in my chair. Oh my God, what was with me today? My hormones were on
crack or something. His voice was deep as he continued talking and
I noted his full lower lip, the shadow of his firm jaw and
cheekbones, whisker shadow already appearing, even this early in
the day.
If there was anyone like him on the swinger
sites, that Damian had mentioned this morning, I’d be really
tempted. Instead of looking down at my desk, I kept my gaze on
him—to hell with making him feel more at ease. Kim was right. This
guy was definitely mouth watering, eye candy with the broad
shoulders, muscles in his arms straining the fabric of his cotton
shirt. Would he have a hairy chest like Damian?
He placed his hand on the back of his neck,
rubbing it, still not meeting my gaze. It was mean, but I rose to
my feet and with the grace of a cat, I sauntered to the side table
where a jug of ice water and glasses were laid out. “Would
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