DanFS
Literotica Cunnilinguist
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Josh Wilkie sat at his desk and rubbed his eyes.
He had been working on this design for the ad agency he worked for nearly all day.
His screen flickered annoyingly, and he just wanted to go home for the night.
His colleagues had been talking about meeting up for drinks with their partners, and ‘enjoy’ a pre-Christmas meal, but he so didn’t want to go.
For one, he was single, and depressingly so.
For two, even though he worked out, and was quite sociable, most women just didn’t seem to notice him.
His friend, Darren, had a pretty girlfriend, no fiancée, now - Lia, who would be there tonight. She was one of the few of his colleagues partner who would even give him the time of day, let alone stick around to make conversation. Lia seemed to like Josh as he and Darren had worked together for a few years now.
Josh wondered what Lia would wear tonight. She had a great figure and Darren knew he was lucky to have her, and loved her deeply, which is why he’d proposed that Summer.
Josh returned his attention to the screen until closing time, when people began shutting own their computers to head home to get ready for tonight.
As his colleagues began leaving the Office, he too packed up and walked to his car, parked right across the road from the Office, In the Company’s Car Park.
The drive home only took about twenty minutes and he quickly stripped and jumped into the shower, dreading what tonight would probably bring, which would be returning home, alone, again!
He still felt compelled to attend the dinner anyway. So figured he should make an effort.
He'd just finished towelling himself dry, and started shaving.
As he was shaving, he managed to nick his chin, with his razor.
“Fuck!” He cursed before opening the cabinet’s mirrored door and rummaging around inside for the styptic pencil, which would stem the bleeding.
After a few seconds he remembered he had thrown it away, as it was old, and worn down, and he needed to replace it.
He used some tissue paper to try and stem the flow, but he’d done a good job this time.
He cursed again, then thought he hear the floorboard right outside the Bathroom creak, but that was ridiculous!
He was Home, alone, and with the bathroom door open, he’d be able to see if anyone as there, although with all the steam it would be more of a challenge!
Some weird instinct made him call out:
“Hello?”
Then he chuckled nervously.
Of course there was no-one there! It was just his over-active imagination!
Wasn't it?
Josh Wilkie sat at his desk and rubbed his eyes.
He had been working on this design for the ad agency he worked for nearly all day.
His screen flickered annoyingly, and he just wanted to go home for the night.
His colleagues had been talking about meeting up for drinks with their partners, and ‘enjoy’ a pre-Christmas meal, but he so didn’t want to go.
For one, he was single, and depressingly so.
For two, even though he worked out, and was quite sociable, most women just didn’t seem to notice him.
His friend, Darren, had a pretty girlfriend, no fiancée, now - Lia, who would be there tonight. She was one of the few of his colleagues partner who would even give him the time of day, let alone stick around to make conversation. Lia seemed to like Josh as he and Darren had worked together for a few years now.
Josh wondered what Lia would wear tonight. She had a great figure and Darren knew he was lucky to have her, and loved her deeply, which is why he’d proposed that Summer.
Josh returned his attention to the screen until closing time, when people began shutting own their computers to head home to get ready for tonight.
As his colleagues began leaving the Office, he too packed up and walked to his car, parked right across the road from the Office, In the Company’s Car Park.
The drive home only took about twenty minutes and he quickly stripped and jumped into the shower, dreading what tonight would probably bring, which would be returning home, alone, again!
He still felt compelled to attend the dinner anyway. So figured he should make an effort.
He'd just finished towelling himself dry, and started shaving.
As he was shaving, he managed to nick his chin, with his razor.
“Fuck!” He cursed before opening the cabinet’s mirrored door and rummaging around inside for the styptic pencil, which would stem the bleeding.
After a few seconds he remembered he had thrown it away, as it was old, and worn down, and he needed to replace it.
He used some tissue paper to try and stem the flow, but he’d done a good job this time.
He cursed again, then thought he hear the floorboard right outside the Bathroom creak, but that was ridiculous!
He was Home, alone, and with the bathroom door open, he’d be able to see if anyone as there, although with all the steam it would be more of a challenge!
Some weird instinct made him call out:
“Hello?”
Then he chuckled nervously.
Of course there was no-one there! It was just his over-active imagination!
Wasn't it?