He would however, lean in for a sniff when he could, and Cortni would pretend not to notice. However he never jerked off again, and she figured it was...because she hadn't been as smelly as the first time, that would change today! She put on her shit-stained thongs that she'd caught Mark sniffing, and put on her skin tight yoga pants that went up her butt crack, and that were also very sweaty and stinky from numerous days wear without washing, and a short t-shirt. She then wrapped a sweater. And i rubbed my hand on his 6 pack. He leaned back a little as i licked his chest. I reached down to feel on his sack as i spelled my name on his chest with my tounge. I looked up at him. I could tell he was high. And for some reason it turned me on. He unbuckeled his pants i pulled them down. I blew my warm breath onto his under wear. I was hungry for his dick. I finally took his under wear off. His magnificant dick sprung out. It had to be at least 9 inches. He snickered as he saw my jaw. She says I'm a good listener. It sounds ideal right? So what can the problem be, you ask? Well I'm a bitof a compulsive bard, I always think it could be said just a wee bit better.I'll write a story and then sit there and tweak it, never quite sure when tostop. It drives her nuts! Eventually, usually around the fifth or sixth rewriteshe tosses her head back screams that high pitched squeal of disgust and poof,she's gone. That's when I know it's time to post the damn story. This brings us to the. "Where are we going?" I asked, as we got underway."There's a little bar a couple of miles away that I really like."I said nothing, but wondered why we just didn't go to the place next door where a lot of employees went after work. Then I realized that was probably why Joe chose the more distant bar - it was more discreet.When we reached the bar, we sat down at a small table in a dark corner and ordered our drinks. We made small talk at first - how we liked our jobs, what we thought about our.