What I didn't want was to come across like some asshole who just wanted to fuck and run. One thing I learnt, women sure get upset if they think you're...only there for the sex. Course, a lot of the time the only reason anyone's there is for the sex, but it's like I said: honesty don't always work.I'd reached the pleasure zone while I was thinking, and the only idea I'd had was to fuck her senseless, hope she'd be too tired to want to go out. Shower, share the pizza, goodnight pop, back up to her. Let me go home and find my chastity belt, that'll keep you away." She was smiling again. "I'll see you tomorrow night at my house."Pete leaned across and tenderly kissed her cheek. "Alright, fellow loser. I'll see you around eight."The bell over the door sounded as another customer entered the store. Pete pulled back. "Find the most depressing love movie that you can, and stock up on the crying tissues." He smiled, turned, and walked out.Michelle smiled at his back. She felt a lot better now. She always looks so professional, she wears great form fitting skirts and dresses that don’t leave much to the imagination. The only reason I really go to work is to hopefully get a glimpse of her. One day last week I went into work and it was the usual boring day. When lunch time started to get nearer I began looking at the door knowing it was a distinct possibility that she would walk in. My prayers were answered five minutes later, because she walked in in this gorgeous black skirt, white. “I’m going into the house with Margaret to get us a drink,” I said, lifting his chin so I could look him in the eyes. “When I come back out, it would be advisable if you weren’t here,” I said, “because if you are, then I’ll be forced to throw you off my property. Come on Margaret, let’s go inside and I’ll find you something to wear, you’re about the same size as my late wife, so it shouldn’t be too difficult. As we entered the house, she grabbed my arm, stepped in front of me, and asked. “Did.