1. Nights in White Satin


    Date: 10/1/2015, Categories: Hardcore, Mature, Author: liteque, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    An old story I wrote years ago... Nights In White Satin It was one of those hot sweltering July days. You know the ones I mean. The kind that makes you not want to wear clothes. But I work in a law firm, so I had on &#034the uniform.&#034 You know the one I mean, The tan (it was summer after all) suits, a white blouse. My one variation had been the shoes. I had on these little strappy high heeled sandals. The kind my grandmother would have called scandalous. In college we called them Fuck Me Sandals. So my feet were the only part of me that were cool. I would have loved to be able to take off my clothes and feel free, but, it being the middle of the day, that wouldn't be &#034appropriate behavior&#034. In this office anyway. But on some secluded tropical beach, with a waterfall and a gentle breeze blowing over my naked body, a strong handsome, naked man rubbing oil all over me, caressing my ample glistening breasts with his strong fingers . . . &#034Package for you, A.J.&#034 I jumped. I had been so lost in thought I hadn't seen David, our mail clerk even come near my desk. &#034That must have been some daydream,&#034 he said, &#034You're all flushed.&#034 It's the heat.&#034 I replied. &#034Yeah, everybody looks that way in this weather,&#034 he said with that &#034I'll bet&#034 tone in his voice. I blushed even deeper. &#034Thank you for bringing this to me&#034, I said as he walked off to the next cubicle. Smart ass teenager. Actually great assed teenager. OK, he really ...
    wasn't a teenager either, a soccer player at the local university. He was blond, tanned, with the body of an athlete. The boss's nephew, cousin, some relation we couldn't figure out. He'd been hired for the summer and every secretary in the building had been imaging him in his little tiny shorts....or less. Even me. I watched his tight little ass walking down the corridor and wondered if he was as limber in bed as he was on the soccer field. What am I thinking?! I have shoes his age. I looked down at the package he'd left on my desk. Strange. No return address. I shook the package. No rattling, so I guess it's not a bomb. What's this written on it? FOR YOUR EYES ONLY : PRIVATE. Who would send me a package like this? Private, huh? Well, I guess I can use the conference room to see what's inside... &#034Miss Jones?&#034 This time I immediately recognized the voice. Oh great, what did the boss want now? &#034Can you fax these out for me? They need to go out by 5pm or we risk blowing this whole deal.&#034 What's this WE shit, kimosabe?, I thought to myself. &#034It's 4:30 now! There's 15 people this needs to go to.&#034 I said. &#034I know it's an inconvenience, but it's really imperative that...&#034 The droning speech started. You know the one about being a team player and all that other bullshit. Hey pal, I've got big plans for the evening. It's going to be me curled up on my couch with Mel Gibson. OK, me, a bowl of popcorn and my cotton nightie with Mel Gibson. &#034Not a ...
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