Six months later, Ben heard the last of the office personnel shut the door, and put his feet up on his desk in his main office. A big grin came on his face, thinking about Liz. Liz would be headed by in a half hour, after a major high end property showing. He had a sneaking feeling she'd close it, and bring the contract, the check, and her totally hot sexy body in.
Ben didn't just timidly rub his cock thinking about her. Fuck no. He plunged his hand inside his slacks and worked it around, feeling his cock get hard, thinking about what Liz would likely do after she put the contract down and stood back, looking at him. She was so good to him.
He thought about the first time he'd tried to make her, how he'd felt her up a little bit and then gathered her in his arms and started to kiss her. He'd intended to fuck her right on his desk.
She'd looked up at him, and said "No! Ben, we can't!"
But what came next really floored him.
"Ben, you can't have sex with me. I'm not going to cheat on Dave. But I'll show you a little. You can do yourself. I'll make you very happy, Ben."
She stepped back and shrugged one shoulder, and one side of the black blouse down! Her full, perfect tit sprang right out, like it was on springs! Then she smiled and looked down at him. She looked down between his legs and nodded at the growing lump that was there. She stepped back again and looked at him, that tit with the big aerola staring right at him.
"Go ahead, Ben. It's okay. I'd love to watch. Move your hands down now, Ben. Put your hands between your legs. Unzip your pants and pull it out." She had just stood there quietly and waited. There was a long, long silence. Then she said something that Ben couldn't resist.
"Please?"
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