She quietly took my hand and motioned for me to follow her. She led me to her bedroom and closed the door, she then pushed me down on the bed."Lynn I'... so sorry, I didn't mean to peek on you like I did." I said as she leaned over me with her hair hanging down over my face and I could smell her Jasmine perfume in my nostrils.She then took hold on each side of my boxers and pulled them down and off me dropping them on the floor by her bare feet. My hard on was now exposed to her and I watched as. Maybe it was wrong to tell him this while my hand was on his member, but hell, I was aroused and I wanted to teach this young buck a thing or two. I kissed him then moved down, kissing him through his clothes, to the still covered member in his boxers. I kissed his penis through his boxers and heard him gasp. I smiled, as I knew, he was mine. I grabbed the top of his boxers with my teeth, and slowly pulled them down, letting my nose brush his firm erection. I swear he nearly lost it there. I. Everyone in the newsroom knew the newbie reporter and the photog hated each other but the stories still had to be written and put in the can. Natalie had been working at the small paper for a month when they started working together on Sundays. Sunday was a skeleton crew with only Natalie and Reece together until the copy desk came in during the afternoon. ‘Come on,’ Natalie called over her shoulder as she headed out to his car with all his photography gear in it. ‘What’s up duchess?’ Reece. He knew my style. He knew it was time for some slow songs. A matter of getting intimate. Feel each other. Get closer to each other. Three songs was all it took. From dancing apart, coming closer, feel our bodies on each other to grinding finally. It was about time we go to my car. --------------- My memories get blurry and mixed up. A thousand impressions of last night fill my dream simultaneously. The chronological order get unclear. Us almost running to my car, her moans, my hand in her.