‘Good, must fly. Have a meeting to run,’ and he was gone, merging into the mass shuffling into the 33-floor office building. Another chance of sid...walk romance gone begging, thought Linda, knowing she should have portrayed the part of a dying swan to keep that handsome executive hovering over her. ‘Not wearing sensible shoes, I would suggest,’ said the voice: male. Startled, Linda locked eyes with a nondescript man in casual clothes leaning on a walking crutch. He was grinning. She anticipated. So when I came back to my home at around 2 in the afternoon, I saw him standing at the front door, I enquired his presence at the door, he said a towel had dropped by mistake from his balcony to ours. So this time I thought of giving him a signal and instead of asking him to wait outside the house like last time, I asked him to come in and sit on sofa and wished that he takes some advantage. As I went outside, I saw the orange towel and fetched it, I brought it back and while getting up from. ” She said blushing and looking back to me. She was clearly mortified. “Yeah, that’s right. Just remember J.T. look but don’t touch.” “Don’t call me J.T.” I said, pointedly putting a hand on her shoulder. She seemed to relax under my long fingers a little. “Hands off, J.T.” He said, lurching forward. “You going to take ‘em off?” I asked. “Babe, move.” He tugged at her hand, pulling her awkwardly to her feet. I stood, drawing myself up to my full height, seeming to tower over his bad,. I gave Steve a nod then looked at Dave. “Your cock, your choice” I say. Daves response was to open his belt and smile at me. What can I say, the crowd went wild cheering. I undid his jeans top button, pulled down his zipper, grabbed the hem and pulled them down. Turns out Dave wasn't big on underwear. His, now very hard, cock sprung out and hit me in the face. I gasped. Steve had told me it was long and thick after catching a look at it in the toilets, but, my god. What slapped against my.