1. Gift Wrapped for a Final Fuck


    Date: 8/10/2015, Categories: Fiction, Author: Skidrow15, Rating: 80, Source: sexstories.com

    of my rib cage and moulded closely to my breasts but had a much deeper v’d neckline than is common for women’s sports tops. In providing support they were comfortable enough while not being too bad for gym use, even if they did create the optical illusion that my breasts were likely to pop out the top as they carried their momentum up as my body came down. For really serious long distance running on other days, I had a second more supportive top. Chris’s cock had nearly blown a fuse when he saw me in them yesterday and it was no different when he came out of the bathroom today. He couldn’t help himself; wrapping his arms around me and bending me back while having a grope and a kiss. “Is this OK for breakfast?” Now don’t get me wrong. I don’t normally look for other people’s approval for what I wear. But this was Chris’s corporate event and his career that might be affected. And what I was wearing wouldn’t get you into the Qantas flight lounge under their new rules, even if I could get into the yoga class. “As long as you don’t mind every guy in the breakfast room growing a boner…. Just kidding!! It’s much the same as a lot of the other girlfriends were wearing yesterday; it just looks a lot hotter on you.” “So you’re sure?” “What, that it looks hotter on you or that it’s OK? The answer to both questions is yes. I won’t take you to breakfast in anything else.” Although his last statement was obviously intended to just give me confidence and settle the matter, I couldn’t help ...
    but tease him. “So you’ll only take me to breakfast if I’m looking really hot?” “Kate, you’d be hot if you were wearing a gorilla suit onesie. So that’s an oxymoron. You are in a difficult mood aren’t you? Are you ready to go?” At breakfast we were more or less compelled to join a community table. It was all very sociable and there was no shortage of guys desperately trying to get a chance to talk to me, but in a way I really just wanted what might be my final moments with Chris to be more intimate. Next to our table was a couple lingering over the remnants of their breakfast, each reading a paper but using that to discuss various news issues of the day. It had a lovely comfortably domestic feel to it that I found myself somewhat jealous of. All too soon it was over. Chris’s day today was on a straight line to take him home and away from me. A day crowded with conference sessions and then a dash to the airport for the flight home. My original assumption had been that the end of breakfast would be the end of our weekend together; and maybe the last time I would ever see him. As I walked with him back to the room so he could get his conference folder I had one last thought. “Chris, what time do you need to check out?” “The boss booked himself a late check out – noon – why?” “What time is the conference morning tea?” “11. Why?’ “Well, what say I meet you in the room at morning tea? I might even be still in my gym gear. You can sort of treat me as a gift wrapped farewell present ...
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