As the manager of this shop, she oversaw a staff of three men and almost all of the customers were male too. But not one of them aroused a spark in he.... Some could, she imagined, do the job if the situation presented itself, and they must have wives and girlfriends. But at work, it was all banter of an old-fashioned, sexist type, which was mildly amusing at times but terribly dull in the main.You’re not a bad looking woman, she told herself later, as she stood before the bathroom mirror. Her. I put on some itemsof make-up, cigarettes and the perfume, just in case.I left the bedroom and before shutting the light I looked at itwondering if I would sleep here tonight.As I went down the stairs I felt wonderful and so at ease. I went intothe living room and looked at the bottles of wine, not knowing what wewere eating I decided to take a bottle of Dom Perignon White gold out ofthe small refrigerator behind the small bar. It is always good and Idid not want to arrive at Carole empty. Rolling forward to modern day - "I can't wait", she exclaimed, reinforcing her foregone conclusion that I'm better than ok with what was about to happen on a moment's notice, and she was right as usual. I asked her to make it so, as I finished my day trying not to pee in my pants from anxious anticipation. I pictured myself several times throughout the afternoon as being bent forward being dominantly mounted from (and in) the rear by a real flesh and blood cock. It got me flushed just thinking. Again the conversation subsided. Everyone laid back to enjoy the sun, but I could see Lilly stealing glances toward the man’s huge dick. After a few minutes, she got up and excused herself, “I need to get in the water.” The three of us watched her walk down the beach and into the waves, her pink bikini swaying with her perfect ass.Once she was out of earshot the man addressed me, “Women go crazy for a big dick. You know what I mean?”“No, not really”, I answered before I could really grasp what.
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