All Grown Up and On My Own (Closed for lovingfingers)

[lovingfingers]

I had woken at my usual hour with a particularly sensitive case of morning wood. I grinned as I recalled last night, and regretted for a moment being responsible and leaving you. I sighed as I got up. We wouldn't have had time to do anything anyway.

The morning was clear and crisp, perfect for a run. I pushed myself, going further than usual and a bit faster. As I came to the halfway point, I noticed a sign at a local bistro, advertising a wine tasting this weekend. I took note of the hours and headed back. Not long after, I was showered and on my way to work.

As I pulled into the parking lot, I heard my phone ping and read your text. Smiling, I replied, "Good Morning Beautiful! You are so very special. XOX"

I sent the message, then did a mental slap, and typed another, "Care to go to a wine tasting this weekend?"

 

[silkysylvia]

Thursday morning - At work

I had taken out a few files to work on when my phoned buzzed. I got to remember to shut my phone so I can get some work done. I picked up the phone and saw the message from you which brought a huge smile to my face. I was about to respond when Jennifer blurted out, "love note?".

I shushed her and gave a wave of my hand when the phone buzzed again. Wine tasting? That sounds like a lot of fun,which is exactly what I texted back. Before putting the phone down, I changed the settings so that it wouldn't buzz or ring or vibrate or anything. There was work to be done and I'm sure Mr. Johnson would want to see me hard at work when he arrived. The wonderfully and meticulously dressed Mr. Johnson. I gave a sigh and placed the phone in my drawer.

I got back to work but my mind kept drifting to Sean. Not only to Sean, but all the amazing and wonderful things we have done together since I moved here. It probably wasn't a good idea to be seeing my best friend's dad, but its not like he's married or anything. Plus I'm a big girl now, on my own and I can be in a serious adult relationship if I want as long as Katie doesn't find out.

I began to think about last night and how surprised at how much I had liked anal sex with Sean. Not that I had anything to compare it too. I must admit I was terrified at first, but Sean is such a wonderful lover. I mean, he was so gentle and caring. I wonder how Mr. Johnson would be as a lover. Not my lover of course, but a lover in general. I had heard a few things about black guys and their dicks. I wonder if it was true. My mind drifted thinking about Mr. Johnson naked and his big black cock hanging down. OMG! In my imagination it was absolutely gigantic. It would never fit in me. Neither my pussy nor my ass. I flinched about that thought and shook myself back to reality.

 

[lovingfingers]

"Excellent," I purred to myself on seeing your reply. A large grin spread across my face. Life was just so good right now.

"And shall I guess what is bringing such a big smile to your face this early in the morning?" Carol Martin asked from the door.

I glanced up to see her standing, leaning against the door frame, her arms crossed over her ample chest, grinning at me like she had caught me doing something naughty.

"Just happy to be here," I answered in my most earnest tone.

"Uh huh," she replied, rolling her eyes.

She paused, then took a more business like tone, "I was chatting with Frank, and we agreed that you would be good fit for an upcoming initiative. Stop by my office at ten and we will discuss it further."

"Yes Ma'am," I nodded to her and she disappeared. I briefly thought about how, prior to Megan, I would have killed to have the opportunity to get closer to Carol. Now, not as much.

"Megan, Megan, Megan," I muttered, "What have you done to me?"

 

[Rutting_Bull]

I pushed open the door to the office with a bit of a hangover from the night before. My brother was completely hammered when he showed up at my house, but still, he was able to drink quite a bit even in that state. We polished off a bottle of Walker Blue while he rambled about his girlfriend's infidelity. I had to leave him sleeping on the couch when I left for the office.

As I entered the office proper, my eyes flitted around the room, taking it all in. I was about to carry on walking when a sight stopped me in my tracks. "Is that a? ... Is Miss Roberts wearing a see through dress?" from the angle I was standing at, I could see her entire form, from her heels up to her long brunette hair. My eyes roamed up her young sexy body to her eyes, where it seemed (if I wasn't mistaken) that she was eyeing me up as well. I grinned to myself as I thought of all the possibilities of an inter-office love affair, then shook my head ... "no Kye, that could get you into a world of trouble."

I strode confidently to my office, nodding at several colleagues on the way. Closing the door behind me, I moved to my chair. Glancing at the notes that my assistant had left, I realized that my small stint away from work was bound to catch up to me. I was swamped! I pulled out my phone and texted Sean. "Sorry about last night man, really couldn't be avoided" I typed into the screen. "Hope you had a good one ... We'll have to reschedule something." I set down the phone and dove into work. The only sounds, my large fingers tapping the keys of the keyboard, and the pounding in my head from the night before.

 

[silkysylvia]

Thursday morning - work, work, work

As I was shaken back to reality, my eyes focused on Mr. Johnson staring at me. By the look on his face, it almost seemed like he was reading my thoughts. How embarrassing that was for me to be caught daydreaming about the boss, by the boss. I'm sure my face turned a deep shade of red. To top it all off, I didn't realize that I was even standing, meaning that Mr. Johnson could see the dress I was wearing. I couldn't tell by his look if he approved of my dress or not.

I slumped back into my chair as Mr. Johnson continued on to his office. I was come rely embarrassed as I sat there scolding myself. Damn you Megan. Get a grip, will ya? I opened the Bryant file and was scanning through it for over an hour, which took my mind off of my sore butt, Mr. Johnson and Sean. The discrepancy I found was pretty major for this account. I had to bring it to Me. Johnson's attention. Hopefully he will have forgotten all about earlier.

I stood, straightened out my dress, took a sip of water and grabbed the file. My heart began to race knowing I'd have to talk to the boss. Thinking about my dress, I told myself that I needed to go shopping for more appropriate work clothes. I stepped from behind my desk glancing around the office where I noticed everyone ensconced in their own work. What a relief!

I knocked softly on Mr. Johnson's office waiting for his response, nervously fixing my dress, hair, and whatever else I could nervously touch.

 

[Rutting_Bull]

I am snapped away from my computer screen by soft knocking on my office door. "Come in" I beckon as I straighten my shirt a bit and lean back in my chair. The door opens slowly, and I am greeted by the gorgeous vision of a brunette goddess slowly stepping into the room with a file folder in hand. The vision mutters something about the Bryant file and I snap out of my hungover daze and back to reality.

"Miss Roberts ... come in ... The Bryant file? ... What seems to be the issue?" I can't help my eyes from flitting down to take in her smooth legs, the outline of her body so mesmerizing. "Keep it together fella" I think to myself as she saunters over to my desk. My eyes lock on hers as she sets the file down. I notice a nervousness there, but also a quiet confidence. Definitely not the same Megan Roberts that sat down in front of me last time. Just can't put my finger on what the difference is. "OK Megan, what are we looking at here?" I ask as my eyes reluctantly drop from hers to the file before me.

 

[silkysylvia]

Thursday morning - Mr. Johnson's Office

I stood nervously in front of Mr. Johnson's desk preparing to show him what I had found in the Bryant account. I laid the report on his desk and said, "I was reviewing the Bryant file when I came across a big discrepancy in the agreement. If you look at line 6 on page 9, you will see what I am talking about." I watch as you turn to your computer, unaware that you had been ogling me as I spoke while I was nervously looking down at the file I was reading from. It seemed to me that you were having trouble finding what I had mentioned so I offered to come around the desk and point it out to you.

When you motioned to me to come around to your side of the desk, my heart began to race as I walked around. I knew that my nervousness wasn't based on anything other than some random sexual daydreams about you. Standing next to you, I leaned forward on the desk and opened the file. I could feel your eyes on me, probably staring at my butt. Turning the file around, I was about to point it out when I turned to look at you and I noticed you were still searching for it on your computer. I know that you had been in my thoughts before, but being in such close proximity I became aware of your musky scent. It was clean and alluring scent. It definitely was awakening some primal thoughts as I tried to remain cool and composed next to you.

I asked if you'd like me to take control of the mouse to locate the paragraph in question easier, and you immediately drew your chair back to let me slide in front of you, although there wasn't much space for me to slide into. I could feel this intense magnetism between us which I'm sure was in my own imagination, but as you slid back, I glanced down and noticed what could not be mistaken as your hard cock pressing against your pants. I slithered in front of you slightly, the space you provided was very tight for both of us. I reached for your mouse, which caused my torso to stretch out across you, my chest almost brushing against your extended arm. I felt myself getting warm as I could feel your eyes on me, your black hand an inch away from my chest, your black frame sitting casually behind me. I clicked the mouse anxiously until I came across what I was looking for.

"Here Mr. Johnson. This is what I was talking about. I really need you to see this. I think this is something you need to take care of." I pushed my hair behind my ear and turned to smile at you, hoping that you would notice my hard work. "Do you think this is something that needs to be taken care of immediately?" It was then that I realized that I was actually aroused from all this sexual tension between us, but knew that it was surely my imagination.

 

[Rutting_Bull]

" ... if you look at line 6 on page 9 ..." my mind was pulled from the proverbial clouds as Miss Roberts began explaining the error that she had come across in the Bryant file. I turned in my chair to face the computer and began searching through the document in question. Megan offered to point out the proper line, and I happily obliged, affording myself a picturesque view of her slender hips and purrfect backside.

I let my eyes linger on Megan's sexy ass for a second or two, then snapped out of it and turned back to the computer. As she turned the hard copy of the Bryant file around on the desk, I scrolled slowly through the same data file on my computer. Then, much to my amazement, Megan offered to handle my mouse. I had to stifle a grin as I slid back far enough for her to squeeze in. If my wandering eyes were hard to contain before, then I was surely doomed as Megan slid in between me and the desk ... her ample breasts mere inches from my large black hand and forearm. "I hope she didn't notice how hard I am" I thought to myself as she took the mouse in hand and scrolled down to the paragraph. In my head, a sexual scenario unfolds where Miss Roberts is begging me to have a look at something other than the Bryant file.

"Here Mr. Johnson. This is what I was talking about. I really need you to see this. I think this is something you need to take care of."

My teeth sunk into my lip and I let out a deep sigh, almost a groan before I snapped out of it and came back to reality.

"Do you think this is something that needs to be taken care of immediately?"

My eyes focussed and I quickly looked at the section you were highlighting (I tried in vain to keep images of stripping you and fucking you in my office from my filthy mind). "Yes ... ahem" I cleared my throat as my eyes scanned the screen "yes Megan, something isn't adding up here." My head was fit to explode from the heavy innuendo, not to mention your proximity "Damn she smells good" I thought as I got to the bottom of the paragraph. "Fine job ... very fine Miss Roberts. Let me see what I can do here ..."

I quickly re-typed the paragraph, reluctantly leaning back and away from you a bit as you stood beside the desk. "There Miss Roberts ... all better now. Good work." You straightened your back and looked me dead in the eye, "could you give it to me?" I thought I was dreaming as you spoke "pardon me? I'm sorry .. what? Miss Roberts?" I thought I must have misheard you, but you repeated it "could you give it to me? .." My eyes must have glazed over again as you clarified "the corrected file Mr. Johnson ... could you give it to me?" I chuckled softly as I shook my head "Yes ... ahem .. yes of course" feeling flush as I moved the file to a flash drive and pulled it from the computer. "There you go Megan, all you have to do now is stick it in and extract it." My eyes met yours and I smiled a lascivious grin. "Thank you Miss Roberts, you're an asset. Job well done."

 

[silkysylvia]

The Rest of Thursday

At this point in time I was feeling very flush and warm. I could feel my heart racing in my chest as I stood and watched as you edited the paragraph that I had pointed out. It felt good to contribute to the company, to show my worth, but it was also good to know that I was able to please Mr. Johnson. Perhaps we made a connection this morning. After all, he did say that I did a fine job.

As he finished typing, I turned to face my boss as he slid his chair back. I leaned my butt against his desk and placed my hands behind me at my sides. I found the courage to look Mr. Johnson in the eyes and ask, "could you give it to me?"

I saw the way he looked at me and wondered if his mind were in some far away thoughts, so I had to ask again. I stared at his chiseled face for a second before repeating, thinking that he was a very handsome man, even if he was black.

When you returned from wherever it was you were, you handed me the flash drive and complimented me again. I was feeling real good when I left your office, that I left with a big grin. I went straight to my desk and finished the editing and proceeded to lunch with Jennifer who pried as much as she could out of me about what happened in there with Mr. Johnson and about my boyfriend who I have been so secretive about. I was able to keep her satisfied with a few non-descriptive tidbits as I didn't want anyone to know that I was sleeping around with my best friend's dad from growing up. Awkward!

The afternoon was spent going over some other account files and the day flew by quickly. On my way home I stopped to grab a few groceries and some toiletries. It was a relatively quiet evening so I decided to jump into the bath after eating being that my butt was still sore from last night.

I got undressed and grabbed my towel and headed to the bathroom, starting the shower. I stood in front of the mirror looking over my body, my fingers curving around my breasts while I inspected them before traveling lower to my stomach. My hand pushed lower until my fingers brushed against my pubic hair causing me to stop and think. I ran the tops of my fingers through my curly hairs, making them wispy. I then began to think about what I would look like shaven and if Sean would like it. Or perhaps a shape like a triangle, or heart or just a thin straight line? I decided to shave something at least. A little surprise for Sean. So I stepped out and grabbed a pair of scissors. I clipped myself as close as I could as I propped my foot on the open toilet seat. My hair was now very short as I looked at myself in the mirror again. I still didn't know what I was going to do but the bathroom was getting all steamed up now.

I stepped into the shower and soaped up my entire body while I contemplated what I was going to do down there. Since I was undecided, I figured I would just shave it all off. I soaped up and went to work. I was careful to go slow and not nick or cut anything down there, god forbid. It actually went really well when I was all said and done but it did feel a little irritable.

When I got out of the shower I applied some baby oil to my freshly shaven area and admired my clean look in the mirror. The slipperiness of the oil along with the slight touch of arousal gotten from doing something so naughty, made me linger longer than I usually would. I started to drift. The fingertips of my left hand lightly brushed against my bare breasts as I stared blankly, while my right hand was busy sliding along my swelling and slick labia. My eyes would watch as my rigid fingers would slide through my bare pussy lips and then back up. It felt so good as the palm of my hand glided over my smoothly shaven mons. I closed my eyes thinking of touching myself and how good my pussy was feeling right now. My thoughts wandered but not of Sean, but Mr. Johnson.

In this new sprung fantasy, I was standing in Mr. Johnson's office in my black dress and heels just like this morning. I felt the electricity just like this morning being next to him. I was leaning forward on his desk while he was sitting in his chair behind me, undressing me with his eyes. And just like this morning I could feel his eyes on me, but that wasn't the only thing of Mr. Johnson's I could feel on me. I fantasized about his large black hand sliding up the back of my leg while I was leaning forward. His fingers splayed open as they ran up the inside of my thigh, climbing steadily higher. In reality, I would've moved away as this was purely inappropriate behavior from my boss, But in my fantasy, not only did I allow him to keep sliding his hand up my bare thigh, I moved my feet wider, spreading my legs for him.

This big black hand moved higher until it found that I wasn't wearing any panties. This act must be related to me shaving my pussy bare just minutes before. Mr. Johnson snickered as his thick black finger pushed up between my pouty lips that were now swallowing it inside. By this time my stiff middle finger was already thrusting in and out of my bald wet pussy. My fantasy felt so real that I blurted out, "give it to me" in my own bathroom. My dress rode higher up my butt as his arm pushed higher. As his big, black finger slid inside me, I gripped the edge of his desk and pushed against his finger. "Ohhhh Mr. Johnson....." my voice trailing off.

"You're a good girl" Mr. Johnson would say to me in my fantasy as I started to ride that black finger, my own finger thrusting in and out of me and then rubbing around my swollen clit. I felt myself bucking as I drew nearer to an orgasm. My moans filled the bathroom as the palm of my hand smacked against my clit, causing me to explode.

 

[lovingfingers]

It was thursday evening before I had a chance to answer Kye's text. It had been one of those days. Still though, whenever I had a chance to breath, memories of the night before gave me a goofy grin. I wondered how Megan's ass was feeling. I had done my best to be gentle, but as always, being with her made me wild with desire. I was thoroughly addicted to her, as much as my rational self told me I shouldn't let myself fall for her. I was the older, more experienced one in this relationship. Harumph! Love makes fools of us all.

I was in the midst of boiling water for tortellini, and thought some wine would go nicely with the sauce I had prepared. Wine! The tasting. Kye appreciated the finer things in life. I looked at his message again, and laughed, muttering, "yeah, we had a fine time!"

I replied, "No worries. We somehow managed to have a good evening without you. Hey, there is a tasting at Cordello's Saturday afternoon. Looks like it will be good. Game?"

 

[silkysylvia]

Thursday night - Bedtime

I held onto the counter as my knees weakened. Whew! I thought. That was pretty intense. I can't believe that I just fantasized about my boss. Sean has been such a terrific lover and the sex with him has been incredible. Then I remembered the masseur from the other day. OMG! I'm becoming such a slut. I tried to gather my thoughts as I cleaned myself up. Good thing I was already in the bathroom.

I went to the bedroom and grabbed a nightshirt and slipped it on. I then went into the kitchen and made myself a little something to eat. God I was exhausted. Such an intense emotional couple of days. It was going to feel real good to lie down and get a solid night's sleep. Damn! Did I really just masturbate thinking about my boss?

I flipped on the TV and plopped into bed. Oh, did it feel good to just lie there. I settled on an episode of True Blood and drifted off to sleep. My dreams were filled with various vampires nibbling on my neck, and in all the cases, they were completely naked.

I awoke the next morning and showered, picked out an outfit to wear and headed off to work. I was beginning to love the black-and-white theme in my outfits. After work I desperately needed to go shopping for some more work outfits. TGIF!

 

[Rutting_Bull]

I had gone to bed early on Thursday night to combat the hangover from the night before. Therefore, I didn't see Sean's text until Friday morning. I texted back "that sounds like a good time, I'm in for sure." While not a complete wino, I did enjoy a glass or two (or three) now and then. I grinned as I set down the phone and headed for the shower.

I let the water get up to a decent temperature, then stepped inside, the warm water refreshing on my skin. My mind wandered while I washed, lathering the soap onto my hard black body. As my right hand slid down my abdomen to my semi-hard cock, a vision of Megan Roberts in that tight black dress came flitting into my mind. My cock jumped in my hand and I let out a low moan. The taboo nature of fucking my colleague was turning me on to no end as I began to stroke my stiffening phallus. Up and down, in long, slow strokes I worked it as I imagined Megan turning to face me as we were sandwiched in behind my desk. My hands gripping her hips and setting her on the hard, smooth wooden surface. Our lips connecting, tongues swirling slowly as my hands reached under her dress to pull her thong down. In seconds I was inside her, my big black cock snug inside her tight white pussy. Her arms and legs wrapped around me as I sawed back and forth. "Mmmmmm Megan ...." I whispered/groaned as I came hard in the shower, my breathing heavy and erratic as I suddenly felt light headed and had to steady myself.

"Speaking of Megan" I thought, "time to head off to work. God, I can't believe I'm fantasizing about a co-worker." I dressed myself in my usual, a white button-up with a nice black jacket. Black trousers and some nice (but not overtly nice) dress shoes. I picked up my briefcase and headed for the door, ready for the last work day of the week.

 

[silkysylvia]

Friday morning - At the office

Aaaaaah! Friday! One more day of work and then a glorious weekend ahead with Sean. Life was really good right now. Sean was a fabulous lover and how could I have been so lucky, even though he was my best friend's dad. I wonder how Katie is? I haven't spoken to her since that night at her dad's. That was a bit awkward. Just imagine, a few more seconds and who knows what would have happened. I must confess, I did like how it felt. The way she touched me. The way she felt pressed up against my back.

Before you knew it I was at work and stepping into the office. Jennifer was there already. She was always the first one in. Well, in the few weeks that I have been there she has. We said our good mornings and I stepped behind my desk looking at Mr. Johnson's vacant office and rehashing not only what happened in there yesterday morning, but what I fantasized about last night. The thought made me shiver, and warm.

I shook myself out of that fixed state and headed to the kitchen to make a cup of coffee. It was nice to get in a little early and ease into the day. I was so excited to go shopping after work for some new clothes. It brought a smile to my face even before my first sip of coffee. I turned to go back to my desk when I heard Mr. Johnson's voice. He was speaking to Jennifer, but in a different tone than I ever heard him before. I tossed the thought from my mind and headed out saying hello to my boss. I noticed him to be dressed quite sharply and wondered if he ever let loose or was he always so proper.

Let me text Sean real quick before I start working. Hmmmm. What shall I say? Okay. "Hi sexy. I think about you all the time and can't wait to be with you tomorrow afternoon. I will be going shopping tonight and I will pick out something especially with you in mind. "

 

[lovingfingers]

I had just settled behind my desk, when I heard my phone chirp. I immediately fished it from my pocket. There was only one person who texted me at this hour, and I grinned in anticipation.

"Oh yeah," I said quietly as I read your message, my heart rate going up. Sheesh, I'm like one of Pavlov's dogs. A text, a call, a word, even just a thought of you, and I felt my body becoming aroused. My heart swelled and a warmth suffused me when I read about you thinking about me. Maybe it wasn't just me after all.

I thought for a moment, and then replied, "Good Morning Gorgeous! You certainly know how to make my heart pound. Ditto, as always, I can't wait to see you. I was thinking of the first time we had wine together. It is a hard act to follow, but I will be searching for one that pairs beautifully with the taste of you. Yours, Sean."

I sent it off and sat back in my chair, smiling. My phone rang. Back to reality.

 

[silkysylvia]

Friday morning - At the office

I was barely halfway through the first page when my phone vibrated causing me to glance down. I saw it was from you, I picked up the phone and read your message. When I was finished reading, I squeezed my thighs together and looked at Mr. Johnson's office. I put the phone down and shut it. I definitely didn't need to be distracted today. There was no hiding the smile that you put on my face.

I was so happy that it was Friday. That meant less work to get in the way of spending time with Sean. The day should be easy with everyone looking forward to getting away for the 3-day weekend. It was nice to have a boyfriend to do things with, who likes to do different things, and who happens to be a terrific lover. I am a lucky girl!

 

[lovingfingers]

There aught to be a law against meetings on Fridays. No one is focused on work, and it is rare that one can implement anything in the few hours before the end of the week. But we still have them. I did my best to pay attention to the matters at hand, but my head was already looking forward to seeing Megan tomorrow.

The meeting finally ground to an end around noon. As I was packing up my tablet and water, I heard a voice and grimaced internally. Phil. He was far too inquisitive for most people's tastes, and utterly lacked any tact, "Got any plans for the weekend Sean?"

I looked at him with a raised eyebrow. Before I could answer he continued, "Going to see that sweet young thang I saw you with at Hanamoto's?"

I paused, noting several people looking at us curiously, then smiled, "As a matter of fact, I am. Have a good weekend Phil."

I walked out of the conference room before I could be further questioned, smiling and not caring who noticed. I was going out with Megan and Life Was Good!

 

[Rutting_Bull]

Fridays always feel so good. I was in a good mood, and was chatting with Jennifer (a very good looking and hard working woman) when Megan came around the corner from the coffee room. It instantly brought back the visual I had of her this morning in the shower. My eyes took on a far away look as Miss Roberts nodded an smiled her morning greeting. I smiled back as she went by me, her hips sashaying to and fro as she made her way back to her desk. "God I'd worship that ass ..." I thought to myself as Jennifer's voice droned on in the background of my mind. I snapped back to reality. " .... And he didn't have his wallet on him so I had to buy dinner! Isn't that crazy? Mr. Johnson? Kye? Isn't that like, insane?" Jennifer beamed up at me from her station. "Yeah Jen, real tragedy." I replied, my mind starting to wander again. "I know right?!" Jennifer shook her head in disbelief. "Excuse me Jen, I need a cup of joe". I paced to the kitchen and poured myself a coffee. I made my way to my office, taking a last glance over at Megan's desk. She was now entertaining Jennifer. And seeing them side by side, it was striking how much more attractive Megan is. I let my eye linger for a moment, then stepped into my office. "Always a lot to do on Friday" I mused as I sat at the desk, and plugged away for the rest of the day. My thoughts drifting occasionally to how good Saturday was going to be.

 

[silkysylvia]

Friday afternoon - It's the weekend!

I don't know where the day went but I sure was glad when Mr. Johnson said that we could all go home early if we didn't have anything pressing left to do before the weekend. Wow, he wasn't so stiff after all.

I don't think I accomplished much as I daydreamed throughout the day between Sean and Mr. Johnson. Some were somewhat erotic in nature while the others were just about what type of men they were.

I jumped up and smiled at Mr. Johnson as he stood in his doorway taking in the celebratory atmosphere caused by his kind release of his company. God, he dressed so, so.....ugh, sexy! I took him in one last time before I left for the weekend. "Have a nice weekend Mr. Johnson and thank you. Have a good one everybody!" I picked up my bag and headed out for the weekend.

I stopped at the mall to pick out some work outfits. I liked shopping by myself. It was like going on retreat. I was able to pick and choose, mix and match without worrying if I was dragging on too long.

This one store in particular I came to love. Their outfits were very trendy and not too expensive. I had such a hard time choosing. There was no doubt that I was getting this one.. Then there was this one that I was in love with also. A good summer outfit for sure. And then I settled on this last one to fit in with all my black and white outfits that I was getting into lately.

Next stop to get something sexy for Sean. I mean for me for Sean. Big smile. He was sooooo good to me that I wanted to show him that I wanted to please him as much as he pleases me. When I saw this, I just knew that Sean was going to love it. I couldn't wait to wear it for him. I think I'll bring it to our wine tasting tomorrow and change into at night when we get back to his place.

This was going to be a great weekend!

 

[lovingfingers]

The day finally ground to an end. As I was packing up, Bob stopped by my office and made mention of beer. It had been a few weeks since I had joined the usual Friday happy hour. My time had been taken by the delicious Megan.

I grabbed my briefcase and headed for the car. As I drove to The Watering Hole, I noticed a new shop had opened in the strip mall up the street, Adult Novelties... Hmm, I knew an adult who might appreciate those.

I figured it would be open late, so continued on. The typical gang was there, and greeted me with exaggerated surprise. The waitresses were particularly pleased. We tended to be generous tippers and some of the servers were rather flirtatious. In the past, I found this entertaining, and even considered asking a couple of them out. But tonight, I was struck at how they really weren't all that hot. Megan had raised the bar for me.

I cut out at a reasonable hour and drove straight to the toy shop. The interior was large and very well lit and organized. They were doing a good job of not making it look like a dirty book store. I perused and thought about Megan. Now what would she like? What have I thought we needed?

A good lube would make anal all the more pleasurable, and I so wanted her like that again soon. And a nice massage oil is always appreciated. I turned the aisle and saw a small warmer. It would sit on the night stand and keep the oils and toys nicely warm. She deserved that. I continued down the aisle until I arrived a bank of 200+ dildos. Whoa, some of them were pretty scary. After some thought, I selected a silicone model that was around my size, maybe a little larger. I had some vague thoughts about double penetration, and this would fit nicely.

I hauled my selections to the counter. The clerk looked quite pleased, and told me I should bring my friend back some time. I grinned at the idea. Now that would be fun!

I took the booty to the car and drove home, feeling quite pleased with myself. It was going to be a great weekend!

 

[lovingfingers]

Saturday morning, I slept in, and in that light REM sleep, had some vivid dreams about the object of my desire. I woke midmorning feeling quite randy, and considered the day ahead. I had time for a run and some plyometrics, then home for a shower. Afterwards, I put on a collarless burgundy shirt and pleated tan pants, sans underwear. I finished tidying up around the house, particularly the bedroom. I had set the warmer in place and put my new acquisitions inside. Only one thing missing, and that was Megan.

I checked my watch and bounded down the stairs. Twenty minutes later, I was pulling into your parking lot. I got out of the car and walked to the front door of the building. I pressed your call button and waited. Glancing through the glass of the door, I saw your walking down the stairs, and gave a mental "whoa!"

You walked to and pushed open the door. As you exited, we came together for a kiss, light and sensual, that spoke of knowledge of each other and the expectation of the day ahead. "You are dazzling," I said softly into your ear.

You took my arm and I led you to the car, opening the door for you like a gentleman, but feeling like a rogue as I watched the hem ride up your legs. You must have known, because you didn't rearrange your apparel in any way, but looked back at me with a cross between a smile and a smirk. Yeah, you knew me too well.

I closed the door and walked, stiffly, to and entered my side of the car. We chatted amiably in the short ride to the bistro. We pulled into the parking lot and got out of the car. It was a gorgeous day out, almost too good to go inside, so we walked slowly to the door, and agreed to go for a walk or something later. A server opened the door for us, and in we went, arm in arm.

 

[silkysylvia]

Saturday morning - In bed

Even before opening my eyes, I felt so good that it was the weekend. As the morning sun shone through the slats, I stretched my naked body to it's fullest extension. My arms stretched out over my head as far as they could as my legs reached for the other extreme. God, this felt so good. Exhaling loudly, I relaxed my body and let it settle back to form. My right hand rested on my belly and my left arm settled in at my side. I brought my right leg up and bent it at my knee as I opened my eyes and stared out of the window. My fingers tapped at my lower stomach before I remembered that I had shaved the other night. My fingers slowly began their descent across the newly smooth surface of my mons and playfully rubbed against the softness.

I started to think about the day and night ahead, spending it with my lover, Sean, my best friend's dad. A smile formed as I thought about how sweet, thoughtful and oh, so sexy he was. How was I to be so lucky? Unknowingly, my middle fingertip had slowly began to circle over my swelling nub. I caught myself before getting to point where I wouldn't be able to stop. I wanted to save it for Sean. Big smile.

I managed to get myself up out of bed and put on a pair of running shorts and loose tank top. Slipping on my socks and running shoes I headed out for a much needed run. All sorts of thoughts ran through my head as I was running. It was truly a most glorious day. Thoughts of Katie, Sean, my masseur, Mr. Johnson, Brandon my ex-boyfriend, my mom and dad, work, college, and so on. It seemed that each thought would return to Sean.

I rounded my corner and headed into the building, but not before noticing a guy on a motorcycle who had slowed down and was staring at me as I entered my building. At a quick glance he looked a bit older, maybe late 40's and was dressed in jeans, boots and a cut off tee. His face was rugged looking, with a goatee. Very sexy. I smiled at him and entered my building.

On my way up to my apartment, I began thinking about this guy on the motorcycle. Thinking about him taking me in his arms. The scenario was outside by a lake, no one around. There was a lone picnic table, me, my rider and his bike. I arrived at my door which ended that brief fantasy.

Jumping into the shower I lathered up and rinsed off, my hands sliding over my slightly stimulated body. As my hands slipped and slid over my flesh, I thought of my hands being Sean's hands soaping me up. Then there was another pair of hands on me. I turned in my fantasy and saw my masseur's face. Then another pair of hands. This time they were black. Then another, more calloused hands. The biker?

I stopped myself knowing I had to get ready. Finishing up in the bathroom, I returned to my bedroom and began to ponder what to wear. I picked out a cute little skirt and top that would be perfect for the beautiful day ahead and the wine tasting. I chose a pair of black ankle boots. Now what to wear underneath. Since my top was a pale pink, I picked out a [URL="https://li1.rightinthebox.com/ador/images/900x900/201806/atgfxs1529028052178.jpg"]matching bra and panty set[/URL]. This went perfectly with the outfit I picked out for the day.

I packed a small bag with an extra pair of panties, shorts, flip-flops and the [URL="https://img.ltwebstatic.com/images3_pi/2021/05/18/1621314791cbf4b7e4346c2afd51ed5cd553195644_thumbnail_600x.webp"]special nightie[/URL] I bought last night. My heart was already racing as I put on my sunglasses and my necklace before applying my lip gloss.

When I bounded down the stairs I noticed you standing at my front door. Slipping my arm in yours as you led me to your car, I noticed a few people staring at us. "Why thank you! You look so handsome, as usual", flashing a big smile your way. I watched your face as I slid into the passenger seat, noticing they were fixated on my legs, especially my thighs as they became more and more exposed as I slid back into the seat.

When you got in I gave you a wicked smirk and when you were finally seated, I placed my hand not on your thigh, but on the bulge in your pants as you started the car. I pressed and squeezed it playfully before removing my hand, but placing it on your thigh, my fingers scratching and clawing at you.

When we arrived at the restaurant, I saw people staring at us as we were led to our table. But before we even were seated, I said to you, "perhaps we could eat outside? It's a beautiful day! It would make the day that much better" as I squeezed your arm with mine and pressed my body up against yours, peering up at you from over my sunglasses.

 

[lovingfingers]

Oh, the power you had over me. If only you knew…

I hoped that the bulge in my pants had receded some. In retrospect, the tailored fit and thinner fabric meant that outline of my cock was more apparent to anyone looking. Your play in the short ride over had left me just short of panting, and certainly turgid.

I grinned broadly at you, "and this day would only be more beautiful with you in it."

I turned towards our hostess, "We're here for the tasting, and then would like a table outside."

"Oh," she said with a look masking her thoughts, "the tasting is in the function room, and then come back to the reception area to be seated outside."

"Thank you," I replied as she walked off. I gestured towards an open door at the back of the dining area, and set my hand on the small of your back. My hand met the area of bare skin between your top and skirt, and happily dwelt there as we walked. The heat and softness of your skin, the movement of your muscles as you walked… if my hand could have been erect, it would have. I noticed more than one set of eyes on us. One table of twenty something men all pivoted their heads and then tried look inconspicuous as they undressed you mentally. One of them met my eyes for a moment, and I raised and lowered my eyebrows with a grin. He grinned back, and I knew we understood each other. Yes, she is amazing, and right now, she is with me!

The sounds of laughter met us as we entered the function room. It was easy to see why. There were eight or nine table arranged around the sides of the room, each with a half dozen bottles for tasting. As I took a program from the host at the door, I noticed one table had scotch. Kye would be happy.

Kye, had I told Megan about Kye joining us? I thought back and couldn't remember for sure. I turned and was about to ask you when the host nudged us towards the first table and the rep behind the table began to regale us with praises for Argentine wine. The tasting portions were generous. After a trying three of the six wines on the table, I whispered in your ear, "at this rate, I hope we are able to walk by the end of the tasting."

I finished my whisper by kissing your ear, inhaling your scent, "God Megan, I love being with you."

 

[silkysylvia]

Saturday Afternoon - Wine Tasting

I was floating on air the whole ride over. The weather was absolutely beautiful and you looked so sexy. I was wishing that you would pull over and stop so that I could just jump into your lap and kiss that gorgeous face all over. We arrived at the restaurant in no time, or so it seemed that way.

The restaurant was simply elegant in in Spanish style design. It almost felt like I was in Europe although I had never been. When we walked in I could hear the talk become a slight murmur and felt everyone's eyes on us. The touch of your fingers just made me think of what was to come later on.

The hostess' expression was hard to figure out as you told her of our desires. She directed us to the tasting room and when we walked through the doors, I could tell that the tasting was in full flight. I glanced around the room and noticed a table filled with good looking young men, who were either in their late 20's or early 30's and they were having a grand old time. I even noticed a few of them staring at me, and I just clutched your arm tighter and smiled. I couldn't deny that their attention excited me.

We stopped at the first and had tasted a few different wines and I knew that I would need to eat something before we even got to be halfway through or you would be carrying me out of there. We chatted about some current events, the people in the room and how we liked or disliked the different wines.

After a few tables, I asked you if it was possible for us to get something to eat as I was starting to get a bit tipsy from all the wine. When you whispered that you loved being with me I responded with, "I love being with you too Sean. I've never been so happy!" as I turned and kissed you. "Now, let's get something to eat before I get too drunk and attack you!"

 

[lovingfingers]

I laughed at your warning, "and that would be a bad thing why?"

I squeezed you around the waist tightly, enjoying the feel of your body pressed against mine, then continued, "how about the tapas bar?"

You ascented and we wove our way out of the room. The tapas bar was literally situated at what had been the old C-shaped bar in the restaurant. A server would circulate around with a tray of various tapas, and you could select what you wanted. You could make a meal of it, but it was really more fun for a snack. We settled onto two bar stools and young man of latin descent brought a full tray to us. "How about two of everything?" I ordered, then looked over at you, "we are at a tasting after all."

We watched as he set a variety of small plates in front of us. I watched as you took a big bite from the one nearest you, and smiled. So adventuresome! Another thing I loved about you.

I dug in as well, feeling slightly tipsy, more than slightly aroused, and enjoying you immensely.

 

[silkysylvia]

Saturday afternoon - Wine Tasting

I was famished and as soon as the plates of food starting coming, I wasn't shy about digging in. I felt so comfortable around you that I could let me guard down about eating, or anything else for that matter. I gazed at you as we both sampled the different foods that were before us. You were so handsome and so sexy. So smart and witty too that I couldn't help but fall for you.

You had opened my eyes to so many things. You awakened me sexually that I not had sex with you since I moved here a few weeks ago, but also my masseur. And now I was having wicked thoughts about my black boss, Mr. Johnson. The funny thing was that I was ashamed about fucking my masseur. God, that was so fucking hot. Maybe I was little bit ashamed about my boss Mr. Johnson because, well, I work for him. That would be kind of awkward. Oh, but my fantasies of my boss ever since I was in his office is so inappropriate, but I rather enjoyed them I have to say. There was definitely some magnetism between us that day. Or, at least, I thought there was.

As we sat there and scoffed down some food and more wine, and with the thoughts running through my head, I couldn't help but get more and more aroused sitting there with you. I leaned forward and kissed you tenderly on the lips. I was beginning to feel amorous, letting my lips linger making sure you knew what I was thinking.