The lock clicks and we step inside. ‘Let me take your jacket,’ you say as you turn to me. I take my suit coat off and loosen my tie. ‘Would you ...ike some wine?’ ‘Sure,’ I said, ‘but just a little. You know I’m not a big drinker.’ I sit down on the couch and in no time you come out with two glasses. We sit and talk for a while about the party, our friends, work, etc. We laugh and chat, sipping on our drinks. I couldn’t keep my eyes off you. You stand and walk over to your stereo. Soft music. All I can really say is that it was impressive. I paused to watch him fire and his marksmanship was just as impressive as his choice of ammunition. It was even more impressive as I realized he was able to maintain his accuracy even with those hot loads. I was pretty sure I wouldn’t have been as accurate under those conditions. He fired 6 rounds into his target, all dead on. Then I saw him hesitate and his aim shifted and he fired off seven more shots into my target! I guess I’d upset him by. “Arun, it’s risky”, she whispered.I took her hand and put it inside my undies. Ah, the feel of her palm on my cock! She took my dick out of the jockey and started giving a handjob. I was in heaven. I asked her to get rid of her bra. “Arun, control. That would be too much.” “Ok dear, suck my cock now. Nobody will come this side.” I removed the blanket. My thick and tight dick was right inside her palm, a tight trip moving to and fro, pulling the foreskin back. She was tensed. I smooched her. I poured another glass and in my mind were visions of my old boyfriend now gone, his “quickies” leaving me panting, his “pointer” and I was here with my Pointer, panting, that tongue out, humping me with his hot wet dick and I was thinking about all these things and lifted my dress to my waist. Please don’t ask me about it. It’s just what I did without thinking. I liked the feel of his soft fur on my flesh and my dress was clean. I didn’t want to soil it.After work I would change out of.