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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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As I said she was always immaculately dressed, the first time in the front I noticed her blouse unbuttoned, so could see a nice cleavage and ample breasts, she caught me looking, looked down then looked at me and smiled, the swish of her stockings when she crossed and uncrossed her legs always turned my head and her skirt would ride up showing shapely legs.
The conversation would be about kids , the weekend, her boring husband and why I was single, bet you have loads of fun she says, and wants to know what I do with my evenings.
Normally have a game of squash or spend time with my gorgeous daughter, that sort of thing I say, bet you have some women coming on to you she enquires, sometimes I say but I consider myself a professional guy and I won’t cross that line.
Awww c’mon she says, no man can resist a beautiful woman coming on to them, yes your right I say, if she is willing to meet me after work fair enough, what I’m saying is I won’t break my rule of doing anything in the car, of course I will flirt.
As time went on the conversations became more intimate, she telling me of her boring sex life, thinks her husband is having affair, but always teasing me with wearing ever increasing shorter skirts to reveal the lacy tops of her stockings, just with a finger caressing her cleavage as women do, making eyes and licking her lips.
Occasionally she would put her hand on my thigh and gently move it up to the region of my groin before pulling it away, but then one Thursday evening I was called to the railway station to pick her up, she had obviously had an office party where she works in the smoke and was tipsy, oh it’s you she said as she slide in beside me, she looked so bloody horny, I set off.... slowly as I wanted to savour thus moment, about a 20 minute drive. |
