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Darla

Date: 11/5/2014, Categories: BDSM, Fetish, Hardcore, Author: spice16, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

It hadn't gone well, Darla thought, as she leafed through an old magazine. She shifted position, took her shoes off, and curled her feet up comfortably beneath her on the couch. Across the room, Michael was still typing away. They'd been working together quite well on the book, and then he'd had one of his sudden fits of inspiration and had shooed her away, irritably, because he didn't want her "looking over his shoulder." As if he hadn't looked over mine enough, she thought. And leaned on it at the same time. I wish we could get an office with two desks, two typewriters, and a brick wall between them! With a sigh, she picked up another magazine and slid farther down into the cushions that covered Michael's couch.She'd just begun reading a fascinating article on archaeological discoveries at Tell-el-Amarna when Michael spoke. "Look, it's getting late, and I have a lot of things to do in the morning. Time for you to go home." Darla closed her eyes for a moment. All right, she thought, if that's the way you want it... She reached down, slipped on her shoes again, tossed the magazine on the table and got up to go. Her portfolio and purse and all her papers had been left on the table by the door, and she turned that way, unwilling to look at Michael. Sometimes, she thought, I wish you hadn't talked me into this so-called collaboration. I wish you hadn't insisted that we both work here at your place. I wish you hadn't... He came into her field of vision, surprising her out of ... her train of thought. He stood there in the light reflected from the desk, shirt gone, tenuous smile on his face. If you really wanted me to leave, she thought, why did you take off your shirt? A smile replaced the sullen expression on her face. "Gee, Michael, I've seen that half of you before. Why don't you take the rest of it off?" He looked down at himself as if to say, who, me? "Ladies first," he said. "Or is it, you show me yours and then I'll show you mine?" His tone of voice was light, slightly sarcastic. "I'm just getting ready for bed here." Hmmm, thought Darla, I bet he thinks that'll get rid of me. By all rights, it should, but I'm tired of doing everything his way. "All right," she said softly, and without another word, she quickly unsnapped her jeans, unzipped them, let them drop to the floor and stepped out of them. "Like this?" Dead silence in the room for a moment. Then Michael said, "Now wait a minute, put those back on. That's not what I meant, and you know it." "No, Michael, I don't know it. I just did as you asked. We're not playing this game by your rules any more. You started it, and this time you're going to have to finish it." Surprised at her own sudden courage, she slipped out of the large, loose overshirt she wore, and dropped that to the floor as well. Clad only in a light pink tank-top and matching panties, she stepped out of her shoes and walked closer to him. He retreated. Her eyes were fixed on his. She smiled. Moving close to him, she lightly ...