It's another warm July evening. I've got both windows opened in my 3rd floor corner office. Even up high the downtown buildings stifle the breeze. Another full day done, a missing person found and 2 cheating husbands photographed. I sat with my feet on the desk, my coat on the rack and my sleeves rolled up. There was a light knock on the door, it opened and she walked in.
"Are you Emory Craig?" Her voice was breathy and soft. It stirred me almost as much as that summer dress. Low cut, showing firm cleavage and smooth bare legs exposed way above the knee. "Well are YOU Craig?"
"Yes I am he. Sorry I got a bit distracted. I wasn't expecting a doll like you at this hour." I motioned to a soft leather chair in front of my desk, "Sit down Ms.?"
"Burke." She said sitting down and crossing her legs. Catching a glimpse of white panties, my cock decided to stand. She pulled a cigarette from a small handbag she carried. I rose and walked around the desk. Bending to light her smoke I got a closer look at those tits. She eyed my growing package, inhaled and let go a cloud that surrounded me as I sat back on the edge of my desk.
"So what can I do for you Ms. Burke?"
"My husbands disappeared. Two weeks now. The cops can't help. They tell me to wait. He left with everything, I can't wait!" She had a half pleading, half fuck me look. It worked on me.
"Got all the doe huh? How did you figure to pay a dick to find him?" I asked. She pouted, stood and eased her way between my legs. I could feel her warmth. Smell her hair and perfume. Her cheek brushes mine. Her breath by my ear.
"I thought we could work something out." She had my attention.
"Are you Emory Craig?" Her voice was breathy and soft. It stirred me almost as much as that summer dress. Low cut, showing firm cleavage and smooth bare legs exposed way above the knee. "Well are YOU Craig?"
"Yes I am he. Sorry I got a bit distracted. I wasn't expecting a doll like you at this hour." I motioned to a soft leather chair in front of my desk, "Sit down Ms.?"
"Burke." She said sitting down and crossing her legs. Catching a glimpse of white panties, my cock decided to stand. She pulled a cigarette from a small handbag she carried. I rose and walked around the desk. Bending to light her smoke I got a closer look at those tits. She eyed my growing package, inhaled and let go a cloud that surrounded me as I sat back on the edge of my desk.
"So what can I do for you Ms. Burke?"
"My husbands disappeared. Two weeks now. The cops can't help. They tell me to wait. He left with everything, I can't wait!" She had a half pleading, half fuck me look. It worked on me.
"Got all the doe huh? How did you figure to pay a dick to find him?" I asked. She pouted, stood and eased her way between my legs. I could feel her warmth. Smell her hair and perfume. Her cheek brushes mine. Her breath by my ear.
"I thought we could work something out." She had my attention.