"That's Ok, you keep it." she said "I have plenty more."She was out of the office for the next few days, but when she returned I found a post-it note ...n my desk. It just said 'My turn!! xx'Not sure what that meant I just got on with my work, and made excuses to stand and peep at her lovely face, and awesome cleavage. Then I heard her mutter. "Dropped my pen." I can get it for you." I said, perhaps a little too eagerly."Your fine, Dan", she said. "I'll get it."My heart sank. Had I upset her. Was. I couldn't count on both hands or feet how many times I had snuck off my job duties or slipped into the bathroom to stroke my cock, dreaming about my last fantasy encounter with him at the movie theater. Starting slow, then building steam re-living the warm spurts of cum that came out of my daddy's big dick in the dark corner of the movie theater. Getting so hot that I found myself completely missing my tissue target and shooting pump after pump on the wall, floor, and when laying down an eager. The first night, as I was having dinner alone at the hotel’s restaurant, I saw a couple of very good looking and tall African men sitting at the next table.Both black men were looking at me.One of them winkled at me; I winkled back at him…As they stood up to leave, the other man showed me his room key number. I giggled and told them to wait for me. I would be there in just half an hour.I sipped another cup of coffee; thinking about my loving husband.Victor was now home alone; he had not fucked. If she continued she knew where she hoped it would go."Yes quite a back story story for my online name. Probably not very original, but it says the twenty something virgin girl loved one man with all of her passion. He is now in his late forties but still loves his work more than he loves his wife and daughter. I read to get teased and then sadly I play and stimulate myself till I climax, alone... Heard it a million times, right? Jim, I really loved your wedding story, it was hot.".