” She said to me.“Yes but how did you know?”“I knew you by the confused look on your face when you walked it. I know that look well.” She laughed. Her full lips parting and her eyes crinkling up as she laughed. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her. I ordered a vodka martini and ordered her the same.“mmmm I love martini’s they make me feel so sophisticated.”We drank and chatted for a while. Small talk, what I did, where I lived, If I was married or seeing anyone. Sadly the answer to the latter is always no.“Well,” she said putting her hand on my knee which sent almost all my blood to my crotch. “Shall we leave?”“Ok.” I said “Where should we go?” Her hand moved to my crotch and gently squeezed.“How about somewhere where we can take care of this.” With this I threw way too much money for the bill on the bar and moved out as carefully and deliberately as I could. My cock was so hard I was in danger of knocking over a drink on my way out.In the elevator I hit the 12th floor. Her hand moved to. .
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