“Please,” I nearly begged, “I don’t want to move.”He popped the cap open then splooged a gob of it on his hand. Putting the bottle on the be..., he asked, “Where do I start?”“My shoulders, I guess, then everywhere,” I told him, ”Don't be shy.”He rubbed his hands together, spreading the lotion on them. The aloe was cold when he started to massage it in. I had been sleeping in the sun for almost an hour with no sunblock. It looked worse than it was. My skin was naturally light so it reddened . As I stand up my rock hard cock stuck right out and she said well you haven't went down since last time I saw you in the hallway. I said I'm sorry but it has been 18 weeks since I have had sex. I used to have it every day. She said well can I see it. I said no, so she said please. So I let it out of my shorts and she said "Oh my God." So she said can I touch that. I said you seen it, so go ahead she put it in hand and started to stroke it I look down and she was smiling and she said do. But she smiled, and told him it sounded great. Mel turned his satellite radio on. It was already set to his favorite jazz station—smooth, mellow, romantic. He could tell that she was nervous, but wasn’t quite sure why. He was the one who had butterflies in his stomach—the one who was worried about crossing that line. They chatted—mostly about work, upcoming projects, ways to improve processes, and so on. They were so attuned to each other that they finished each other’s sentences— and didn’t. I took off her top and she shivered violently, erupted in goose flesh and convulsively crossed her arms and hunched her shoulders. I had a beautiful fucking hard on."Take off your shorts," I said softly.Obediently, though reluctantly, she uncrossed her arms and undid her shorts, wiggling them down her narrow hips and bandy legs to puddle at her feet. I offered a hand and she held it while stepping out and kicking them aside. She wore blue and white striped panties and her Sketchers."Want to.