1. Missing Time


    Date: 10/3/2014, Categories: Hardcore, Author: TheTravellingMan, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    a larger smear of yellow around them. They were ugly and nothing would mask them. Fishing out a black polo neck sweater from his wardrobe, it would have to do for his return to the office on Monday. A clear contravention of the company dress code but showing his battle scars to his colleagues was a much worse option. He would never live it down. He would dismiss it as needing to keep a cricked neck warm and leave it at that. If anyone asked, just this perfunctory statement and changing the subject would suffice. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= With a sense of foreboding, he slunk into the office quietly and was determined not to draw attention to himself. With a weekend of rest behind him, it afforded him an inner calm he would need to get him through the day. Only Ned inquired about his black sweater. His lie went down easily without challenge and it emboldened him. Comparing notes about the party, he had spent his time with his friends and Stella but Ned had left early. It was enough to think that he had escaped unscathed with his public reputation intact. With his newfound bravery, he ventured to the canteen for a coffee. A solitary word punctured his daydream. “Hi.” It was Stella, she looked pleased to see him, and a relaxed carefree smile dimpled her cheeks. Her generous cleavage was on display through the open collar of her blouse. He could not help but look and he did not care if she noticed. “Hello.” He was talking to her breasts for a moment and she was still ...
    smiling as he looked into her eyes. “So, how are you?” he asked. “Oh, I’m good. How was your hangover? Tequila?” The expression on his face said it all; her light giggle made her eyes sparkle. “Fancy a coffee Stella?” Hopeful in getting something of an explanation to fill in the blanks, he led her to a remote table in the corner. She opened with a simple gambit. “It was a good night.” “I was so out of it, I certainly remember you though, you saucy minx.” Stella smiled. “I don’t know what came over me.” He laughed a little at her deliberate double entendre. “You just looked so dishy in that DJ, I had to, y’know?” “I know,” he added taking a sip from his drink. “And you remember what you asked me?” He felt his skin flush a little, “I do, and what about you, how do you feel about it now?” He needed her answer and he watched her avidly, expectant at her reply. She looked at him and smiled, “You are sweet.” Her voice lowered to a whisper, “And a great fuck.” He waited for a ‘but’ as she smiled at him softly. Maintaining her hushed tone, “I don’t make a habit of fucking in toilets either.” He smiled, “So in the light of a cold Monday morning do you feel any different?” “Oh no, we should still cool it a bit. It was lovely of you to ask though. Is that ok?” He nodded with a lingering smile on his face. There was her answer for today, the party and at her flat. He could not discern between the mixed feelings of relief and melancholy. Stella glanced at her watch, “Oh fuck, I have to go, ...
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