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The Tuesday Meeting  

OfficeJoeHouston 44M
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4/25/2019 8:44 am
The Tuesday Meeting

The nervousness builds as you walk the downtown tunnels in Houston. You've exchanged IMs and e-mails but you're finally meeting guy in person.

You're dressed professionally, a dress reveals some<b> cleavage </font></b>but not too much. Your heals accent your legs perfectly. The sway of the dress against your bare ass reminds you of the feeling when you took your panties off in the car moments ago.

You head up the escalators and find the corner coffee shop previously discussed as the meeting point. Heart beating, you walk in and notice him immediately. He smiles, never breaking eye contact with you. You sense he's a gentleman even though you know from the messages he can leave in the hall when you're behind closed doors.

You shake hands, maintaining the appearance of a professional meeting. You share idle chat as he buys you coffee, you take opportunities to explore him with your eyes, noticing he's not wearing anything under the dress slacks, warmth growing inside of you in anticipation.

You find a table out of the way of the other patrons. "You look amazing in dress" he says. You politely respond, mind wondering to future possibilities. He lightly runs his fingertips across your bare thigh, you accidentally let out a slight moan. His pants noticeably began to move. You move your hand to his thigh, sliding it closer to his growing erection. You remember the pictures you exchanged, it's bigger than you expected.

You suddenly realize why he picked this table. It's the only one in the place people can't see what's going on under the table. His fingers find your pussy, almost dripping wet in anticipation. He leans in closer, his lips meeting yours. You grip the chair beneath you, you moan into him as his fingers bring you to your peak.

He pulls away, smile on his face. Both of you feeling satisfied. He reaches for his coffee, sipping lightly as you notice someone moving near you. You shift your dress and realize they sat down perfectly after the fun had ended, with no clue of what happened.

"So are you interested in part-time position I mentioned?" Of course you are, you realize the fun has only just begun.

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