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His name was Clint and he was gorgeous; tough and soft and smooth all at the same time. He had the ability to hold me in his arms one minute and get me to do anything the next. When I was in his thrall I could be the cute girl next door who would never do anything wrong – until she got caught sucking off a guy behind the tool shed. Or I could be the whore who would open herself for anything his raging libido desired. I could be anything he wanted and he made me feel like I was oh so right for being that girl he felt like having at the time.

He had this long bench instead of chairs at his table. It was better than any chair because I could get right up next to him. We could eat or drink coffee or do whatever and his body was right there next to mine. I loved to turn my back to him, spread my legs around the bench, and lean into him. His arms would go around me, fingers exploring and probing my body.

One morning, before we both went to work, I woke up horny. Desperately horny. The kind of horny that usually means I spend some time in the girls’ room at work and hope I’m quiet, as I masturbate off to my fucking hot man. He was up before me – as usual – and I did my best all morning to not look at him. I put on my white bra and panties, a simple grey dress, and pretended I wasn’t already soaking my panties.

But I walk out and there he is. Clint. Rugged, amazing Clint in a simple white T-shirt that hugged his chest and showed off his shoulders. He was reading some trade magazine or something but he looked up when I walked into the room and smiled that smile of his – the one that makes my knees go weak and my heart go pitter-pat and my clit start throbbing. It was that smile that could make me do anything. Get down on my knees or spread my legs.

His smile alone could push me over the edge. That smile that told me no matter what I did it was the right thing to do. My body ached for him when he smiled like that, his smile promised hot romantic sex. I ached for his hands, ached for his mouth to lick my pussy. Ached for his cock.


I was already late for work but I had more pressing concerns. Pulsing, throbbing concerns that the girls’ room just wasn’t going to help with. I smiled back, walked to him, and turned him so I could get close. I didn’t say a word, just sat down next to him and pressed into his hard body.

He knew what I wanted if my hands in his hair pulling his lips to mine weren’t enough of a clue, my hand rubbing his dick was. He got hard behind me, his delightful cock pushing into my back. I let him hold me, caress me, fondle me. Frolic me. His hands knew my body inside and out and weren’t afraid of playing with me.

I encouraged those hands to find a place to play, helped them rub my throbbing pussy through my already soaked panties. Then he took over and I settled back into him. His fingers slid into my panties probing for a way to slide into me.