”“Mmm, how about we just let whatever happens happen and I marry you next week? Don't think about it just say yes. Yes...Wait what? You sneaker......You... You're lucky I love you... Her voice trailed off and her eyes got wide eyed and her pupils constricted to the width of a needle and a deep red blush realizing what she said.I lean in, pull her hand down and kiss her lips. I know you have since our first kiss.”I must've set something off for her because after I said that, she pulled me into her. Es war schon Abend und Männe immer noch nicht zu Hause, ein kurzes Telefonat bestättigte meine Vermutung das er mal wieder in der Eckkneipe sahs und Karten spielte.Nur mit Turnschuhen, Leggins und T-Shirt bekleidet ging ich schnell rüber um Ihn zu holen.Er sahs mit 2 Typen am Ecktisch spielte 17+4 und auf dem Tisch lag eine ziemliche Menge Geld.Er fragte mich nur ob ich etwas Geld dabei hätte,da er den Einsatz nicht mehr bringen könnte, aber gerne weiterspielen würde, was ich aber verneinte.. She was wearing a white button-up shirt with a camisole on under it, and a black skirt. Her desk was in a semi-private office near the entrance to the business she worked at. There was a large window next to her door, where she sat facing the hall. Anyone walking in or out had to walk past her office. I tested our situation immediately by sending her a text. After a second, I didn't hear anything, but I saw her visibly startle and then blush and look at the camera with wide eyes in mock. She really wanted to try the spa, but she knew that getting naked and going into it, especially after the wine and her martini was probably not the best idea. At the same time, she found herself dying to see Marc out of his clothes and naked in the spa. The recollection of the prominent bulge in his pants earlier in the day had been on her mind all afternoon and evening. She knew that getting in the spa would ensure her that she would see his manhood, full and up close. And, with other people.