” His face turned red and he sputtered out, “That’s not what I meant. I mean dressed like a girl. You always look like a guy. Sorry.” I looked...down at my short shorts and sports bra. In the gym, it seemed fine, but here at the job site, it was a little bit skimpy. I suddenly realized it was after work hours and we were alone in this great big house. I decided to be all business as usual. I grabbed a couple of bricks and showed him what I wanted in the space around the island. He asked some. She had a very pretty face to go along with her figure and her personality matched her looks. I told my wife that I was going out with some of our suppliers and she was okay with that, saying not to make too much noise when I got home. She hits the sack early after grading papers, so my evenings are usually all to myself. On Wednesday I was in a really good mood and everyone in the office noticed it. In fact, one of our administrative assistants, a very attractive woman named Nancy, said that. She really was a mature person, even if I wasn't. She was the head of a junior school, for heaven's sake. She was a genuine adult. And I could see her looking at me as she crossed the floor, but it wasn't a judging look. She had made a decision. She looked almost relieved.We talked again, still on safe ground and not mentioning the site, but more relaxed because we could drop the pretence. I was trying to reboot, to get back to what would have happened if we hadn't known each other. The. As she brought them away, I could see they were very wet. With her fingers wet with her own juices, she wrapped her hand back around my cock. All I could do was moan at the feeling.While I was watching her, she looked up at me and said, “You’re picturing me tied to that chair like the girl in the story? Legs all spread apart and my asshole gaping open for you. I bet about right now, you’d love to be forcing this cock into my ass like he was to her.” As she talked, she was squeezing my cock.