Helpless. I started to consider what to do. I started to breathe deeply. Trying to relax. Trying to think. Trying not to panic. Then I heard the door ...f my booth open. And I heard the familiar voice. “I told you we’re going to play it differently today, “ was the next thing he said, followed by, “I hope you’re wearing the butt-plug I told you to wear. I immediately felt a pair of hands reach around and start to unbutton my jeans. He unbuttoned then, then slowly lowered them, then slid his. "Oh, Erica, this is our new neighbor, Andy Reynolds; Andy, meet Erica Weller, she's my bestest friend ever," Sylvia said.Erica got up and shook my hand as I gazed at this woman. She was probably in her upper twenties, long blond hair, gray blue eyes, and a figure right out of Playboy. She was every guy's jack-off dream; now mine as well.Everyone was busy getting drinks and passing things around, while Sylvia brought out hamburgers and rolls to do on the grill. She asked me to help her so I got. I had made sure my office was closed and told her to text me when she was outside so I could open up and let her in and I was very excited and looking forward to finally meeting in person. The text came and sure enough she was stood outside the door looking around to see who might see her, looking classy in a long wool coat dark tights or stockings and low heeled knee boots, mmmm I thought she remembered. As we came inside I kissed her on the cheek with my hand on her back and she shivered. Those thoughts bring a smile to my own face. As the music plays in the background I recall times past, of how she held herself, how she spoke and the way her mind worked. Once at home, I rush through my daily chores so that when she is ready I would be as well. I see her as she steps through the door, dropping her keys and other personal things on the counter, to greet him with a smile, exhausted but filled with love. He approaches her and gives her a warm hug and kiss on the lips telling her.