1. News Lady Ann, Story 5


    Date: 7/7/2015, Categories: Masturbation, Author: LadyAnnWest, Rating: 8, Source: LushStories

    responses. Dan wasn’t really prying, but I needed to be guarded. After all I had a professional Miss Goody Two Shoes image to maintain. What more would he ask? What more would he want to know? Maybe I was hoping for those more personal questions, the type that even my husband doesn’t ask. As I thought this, and looked at that very handsome young hunk, a very familiar stirring between my legs occurred. Dan would look at my face then glance down at my legs, I noticed he kept adjusting how he was sitting, cross and uncross his legs, he was very fidgety. Was he getting an erection and didn’t want to show it? At this point my pussy was crying for attention, and I was getting a bit uneasy. But the personal questions disappointed me, they were mundane things about my hobbies, life after work, things one would find in the Sunday Parade section of a newspaper. (I'm so turned on in our bed, rubbing my breasts, teasing my sensitive nipples touching the bumpy areolas around them, another quick glance at Dave, I feel safe as my mind wanders goes back to the interview) As we talked more openly there was a bit of playful double entendre from him Oh yeah… there was a sexual chemistry but NO WAY was I going to act out on it, after all I am a professional and have a reputation to maintain. Even though my pussy was very tingly as we chatted, clit pressing against my panties, leaking fresh little wet spots, as I was hoping he was trying to hide his young erection. As the interview concluded, we ...
    both got up shook hands and I stole a glance at his crotch. He was hard. A cock outlined his tight jeans. He knew I saw as I glanced at his handsome face, a mischievous grin he had. Ok I thought, I’ll play his game, looking at him I playfully said, 'Show it to me.' Dan was quite surprised and responded a bit nervously, ‘Show it to you?’ I laughed and said ‘Yes, show me the notes you took, I want to make sure everything is accurate, I don’t want to be misquoted.' I really wanted to do him then and there, in my news room office. But in reality I knew it was not going to happen. He nervously blurted out ‘You’re a MILF.’ During some investigations about the world of porn I knew it was a sloppy acronym for Mom I’d like to fuck. Even though I knew that, I asked innocently ‘What does that stand for?’ Dan laughed, smiled and said ‘Most intelligent lady friend.’ I smiled back and thanked him for the compliment. He knew nothing was going to happen, the outline in his jeans was not as noticeable. We left my office into the hustle and bustle of the various rooms and to the door. Dan thanked me for the time and said he would email me the story once it is printed. I went back to my office, locked the door, and closed the shutters so no one can see in. I often do this when working on an assignment, but this time I needed to work on myself. I pretended he was still there, sitting just inches across from me. Hiking up the skirt, placing a hand on the outside of my panties, feeling the nub and ...
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