"She slowly got to her feet and moved towards the door. She had a choice to make; she could just open the door and walk away or she could lock the doo... and know she was going to be fucked again. With the fucking came the opportunity for a new job. At the door she hesitated before turning the lock."Good decision. Now come over here?" She walked towards the desk and I pushed my chair back and motioned her to set on my desk between my legs. I could feel her tremble as I ran my hand up her bare. Phil’s mouth is right next to my left ear, he’s so close I can feel his breath as he speaks in a husky voice – a tone I haven’t heard him use before. It’s tantalising and makes me weak at the knees. He places soft, wet kisses on that soft patch of skin in front of my ear, I can feel his breath becoming heavier, warming me up from the inside as he pulls my hands from the water. I can’t speak, there are no words to describe my shock and sudden rush of excitement I’m feeling coursing through my. He was wearing a black pair of American Eagle Boxer-Briefs, MY UNDIES! I looked at him and said: “This look an awful lot like mine!” “They are” he said looking a bit bashful “I saw them in the laundry room, the other day, full of cum; your cum and I couldn’t resist. I had to have them, I had to sniff them, to wear them, even taste them in hopes that I could get a taste of your sweet cum.” I pulled them down and they were still stained with my dried up cum. As gross as that might seem it turned. And he didn't know if he could pull it off. What if he blew it? What if she didn't care for his looks? What if he had bad breath? What if he suddenly broke out in zits? What if he couldn't get it up? What if... ?The plane slowly taxied up to the gate. It was taking forever. He clutched the pitiful little bouquet of wildflowers in his hand. They were starting to look as wilted as he felt.He glanced around the arrival lounge. There must be thousands of people here waiting for friends and.