Sometimes in life timing just doesn’t work out and this is one of those times. This story could have happened, but it’s a fantasy because we both had already left the company. But in this story, I’m going to pretend that we still worked together and that these things really did happen. When in reality we just chatted about them and flirted and teased each other with “what if” scenarios. This is why I say it could have actually happened if life’s timing wasn’t so bad.

 I was on a website called "doublelist," which is like craigslist personals after craigslist did away with those ads. I had posted a couple pictures and took an ad out looking for someone local. I’d leave the ad up and wait for responses and would take the ad down if I got too many or if I found a match that I wanted to continue talking with.

Like usual I got a few responses, many of which were one-liners and no picture. I usually just ignore and delete these unless they are really close by and at minimum included a picture. I opened a couple that did have pictures attached and was shocked to see one of my ex-coworkers had responded.

For the story, we will call him Keith. Keith is a good amount older than I am. I was in my mid-twenties and he was in his early fifties more around my dad’s age than mine.

I knew it was him because he very boldly responded with a face picture of him out at some bar and his email name included his first name in it. I was mortified at the thought I had been caught like this. No one knows my secret that I like to wear women’s clothes and act like a woman for a guy’s pleasure, except for the lucky few that have received that pleasure.

I had a bit of a panic attack at the thought of my secret being out at work, but then I realized the ad I posted only had pictures of me from the neck down. Realizing this my anxiety calmed down and I read his response.

He was actually responding to the ad because he was interested. Not because he recognized me. He had no clue it was me in the pictures as far as I could tell. I started to debate with myself on responding back.

Do I just chat and flirt and relish in the fantasy without telling him I know him? Do I tell him I work with him? Will it scare him off and make him feel the same dread I felt just now if I do tell him we work together? I could always keep myself anonymous and just chat and it would be my secret. But that wouldn’t be fair to string him along with no chance of ever meeting.

The idea of chatting with someone I knew personally made me very flustered. It was exciting but made me very worried. Then I thought, what if I told him we worked together and he would be excited about it too? What if we could flirt at work and give each other those subtle suggestions or jokes or winks. It was so hot and naughty to think about. How hot it would be to flirt all day at work and then go get dressed and please him after or even during work!

The thought of wearing panties to work and purposefully showing him what I had on under my work clothes for him. I had always fantasized about being a secretary and doing some duties to help my boss, or getting caught wearing some panties by a coworker or boss and getting blackmailed, or any of the other typical scenarios. I relished the thought of wearing leggings/fishnets and skirts and playing and dressing for those roles. It really turned me on, so I decided to risk it and respond.

His initial response was actually pretty short so luckily he included a picture otherwise I would have just ignored it. So my first response back was just a message asking what he liked and what he was into. Asking if he was more dominant and if he liked role play, I also asked if he could send a picture of his cock. I just had to ask because I really wanted to know what he was working with.

Along with my questions I also included more about me and what I was looking for. Which was someone close by that I could talk to and develop a trust with. Someone who was more on the dominant side, either a pure top or mostly a top, or someone who was “straight” and wanted to explore with a girly counterpart. Pretty much I wanted to take on the role of a girl and be used for their pleasure only. I had no interest in topping them, but was open to receiving oral as part of the foreplay before I took on my role completely to make them finish. I get off on making others get off. That’s what I like and want.

Keith responded within the hour, kind of a typical slow email response, which I get because people are busy and want to be discreet and not have their phones blow up with notifications that might cause suspicion. I know this cause that’s how I feel about giving out a more direct line of contact.

He answered my questions saying that he loved how I felt about my role. He said he was bisexual and had a thing for gurls like me, that he had some experiences already with gurls but that it had been a few years since the last one because he had moved to this area. He was looking for someone to be a regular thing with if we both clicked. Again he was a bit short with his response not quite answering or responding to all of my questions or info I gave him and he sadly didn’t send the cock picture like I had requested.

But still, this response had me excited. It gave me more confidence that he was actually seeking a girl like me and not just leading me on for kicks cause he recognized me. We talked back and forth a couple more times before I mustered up the courage to admit to him that I actually knew him in real life. My actual response back to his latest email was:

“I hope this doesn’t weird you out, but I actually know you. We work together and it really turned me on thinking about what if you knew about me. I’m not trying to out anyone and I want to be discreet and I’m hoping you will be the same way. I’m not sure if you already recognized me somehow in my pictures and I kind of secretly wish you did and didn’t at the same time. But these pictures are 100% me and I’m not catfishing or anything weird. I hope this doesn’t scare you away, and hope that it’s more of a turn-on for you.”

I also included some more pictures in this response. This time including my face even though I was dressed and was wearing a wig I figured he could still recognize me. Some of the pictures I sent were the ones I posted here on Lush. I sent these to him to promote trust and hopefully not scare him away with what he had just read. I was hoping he would share in my desire to continue talking and maybe even bring a flirty dynamic to work or even just keep it outside of work.

I swear I refreshed my inbox every minute for what felt like forever, waiting on a response. God, I hoped that didn’t freak him out and scare him off, or worse, give him more ammo to drag my name through the dirt at work. I finally got a reply maybe fifteen minutes later with:

“Well, that was unexpected. Thanks for telling me but I don’t really recognize you from your pics.”

I don’t know if he was just being nice or just trying to ease my mind with the thought of still being anonymous. But I was flattered that he thought I looked that much different as a gurl. The email continued with:

“It is a turn-on for me. You are gorgeous! I love the pics and I’d love to meet you in person. Maybe we could meet for a drink in plain clothes so I can see who you are and you can be more comfortable.”

Oh, the sweet relief while reading this. My anxiety went down a lot after and now I was turning a bit giddy at thoughts of what’s to come. I was glad he wanted to meet and I preferred to meet not dressed because I hadn’t actually gone out in public around other people like that.

We continued to talk back and forth a few times and set up a place and time to meet in public at a bar for what was going to be some much-needed drinks. This all luckily happened on a late Friday evening and we set up to meet the following night at a local bar at the port.

I was so excited and nervous. I knew we were just meeting to talk and for him to see me as who I normally am. But I still wanted to be prepared for anything potentially after. So after fantasizing and jerking myself off into a coma at the thoughts of dressing up for Keith I fell asleep to continue my adventure the next day.

The next day I tried my best not to jerk off about the coming evening because I didn’t want to get that hit of dopamine that might cause me to feel satisfied with what’s occurred so far. For fear of second-guessing meeting up and chickening out.

I decided to wait and distract myself most of the day until the early evening when I would start my routine of preparation. I swear I didn’t eat all day except maybe a couple of light snacks because I was so excited.

Once about six PM rolled around I jumped in the shower and made sure to use all my girly soaps: shea cocoa butter and vanilla-scented shampoos, body washes, and lotions. I shaved my entire body smooth using the lotion as a shaving gel to avoid razor burns and bumps.

I liked doing this because it made me smell so girly and it felt intoxicating to feel myself be so smooth along with those smells filling the air. I even hooked up an attachment I have for my shower head. It’s literally just a long hose and a valve to control the strength and I made sure to flush myself out so I was nice and clean inside and out., just in case anything would happen tonight. I also love doing this because it gives me a super full feeling, comparable to being filled with cock and taking the biggest load of cum possible before it fills you and comes rushing out because there is no more room.

After I made sure I was nice and cleaned out and cleared of everything, I took my favorite silicone-based lube and a small syringe and gave myself some artificial wetness. I also love the way this feels because it makes things so slippery and feels absolutely amazing like I had taken a load of cum and was trying to hold it in. While walking around it would make me feel wet.

My routine had me feeling more excited and confident about meeting Keith which is what I was hoping for. It was getting close to eight PM by the time I had finished and picked out what I was going to wear. We had planned to meet at nine PM at the upstairs bar.

For my girly outfit, I chose to wear a lacey bright red thong along with some thigh-high black fishnet stockings. I would have worn the matching bra underneath my actual clothes but it was a little too warm to layer a lot to hide it. So I included that along with my wig and makeup and a couple of outfits in my to-go bag that I would keep in the car.

I then grabbed my favorite plug, a stainless one with a smaller neck and a black jeweled base, and put a squirt of lube on it rubbing it all around and slowly worked it into my ass. I threw the lube into my bag and then slid my panties up over my legs and onto my hips, followed by bunching up my stockings and rolling them onto my feet and up my legs.

Looking in the mirror I checked to make sure that my stockings were aligned evenly from front to back around my thighs, adjusting the sticky backing they use to stay up as needed to even them out. I put on a pair of dressier jeans to cover up my fishnet-clad legs and a nicer shirt that I made sure would be long enough to keep my thong from peeking out in case we sat at the bar.

At this point, I started to get anxious again and took a couple of pre-game shots of tequila to save some money and loosen myself up before going. Even though the lube in my ass already had me feeling plenty loose.

I put my shoes on then grabbed my bag and left for the bar. In my excitement, I showed up there a few minutes early. We had exchanged personal phone numbers last night and I told him to text me when he was inside. Apparently, he had shown up a little early as well because I already had a text waiting for me saying he was upstairs at the bar.

He was also asking me what I wanted to drink. So I told him to order me a shot of Cuervo and a tequila sunrise. I nervously hit send letting him know I was there. I left my car and while walking up to the restaurant's bar I could feel my fishnets rubbing against my jeans. The feel of my jeans brushing against my smooth legs and ass along with the freeing feeling of wearing a thong in jeans was blissful. My jeans were a little loose on my hips so I could feel my thong poking out as my jeans would slide down on my hips and a breeze would blow under my shirt and across my lower back.

I went upstairs to the bar, nervous that someone would walk behind me and see my thong sticking out if my shirt blew open just right. This helped distract me for a second before I realized I was at the top step and Keith and I were looking dead at each other from across the room. I’m sure he was patiently staring at the entrance, waiting for me or maybe wondering just who would walk up that he would recognize from work.

He immediately smiled and raised his arm up to do a slight wave and grab my attention. This kind of made me second guess his response last night saying he didn’t recognize who I was from the face pictures I sent. 

I walked over nervously smiling back at him and we awkwardly said hi and he led with “the drinks I ordered for you already came” and he pointed to them sitting at the bar as he waited for my response.

That was the last chance I had to back out. I could have said “what drinks?” and pretended that we ran into each other by circumstance. But I took the leap of faith and replied with a thank you, confirming that I was the gurl in the pictures, that I was the gurl messaging him to meet up, that I was the gurl that he unsuspectingly worked with.

I went for the shot first and threw it back signaling to him that I was still anxious/nervous. He proceeded to calm my nerves by saying it was good to see me and how he was looking forward to our meeting. He also led the conversation after that with how he needed both of us to be as discreet as possible because he didn’t want anyone finding out just like I didn’t. This along with the pre-game shots from earlier eased my mind some, and we got up and left the bar side and went to sit at the outside seating area.

It wasn’t as busy out there because it was kind of windy that night. So it was more secluded and private with only a few patrons walking past every so often to go order more drinks. We sat and talked and opened up to each other some more. He asked me how long I had been dressing for and what got me into dressing. So I told him how I started in my sister’s underwear when I was a teen and that porn is what introduced me to the idea of dressing like a girl. (Pause here and go read my other stories if you want more detailed recollections of my past.)

I told him I had only dressed up for a few guys over the years and that I didn’t just sleep around all the time. The last time was over a year ago and that was why I was looking to find someone more regular to trust and try new things out with.

He told me about his couple of experiences with gurls in the past which chalked up to be somewhat similar to our experience so far, meeting online and talking back and forth before meeting in person and going back to his place or to a hotel. He also mentioned that he regularly chatted online sexting and fantasizing with gurls, gay guys, or other bisexual guys and I empathized with him and told him I do the same. 

Talking about past experiences with each other while slowly sipping our drinks had us both loosened up and we started to flirt more with each other. I'd touch his arm and laugh at a joke or grab his knee and squeeze when he made a crude remark. He even laid his hand on my leg and rubbed my thigh with his fingertips while we both flirted and tried to hide what we were doing from any others outside walking by.

I wondered whether he was able to feel the small bumps in my jeans from my fishnets underneath. We both finished our drinks so I got up and said it was my turn to go buy the next round. As I got up he grabbed my side with his hand stopping me and protested that tonight was on him and insisted that he continue paying for drinks. I looked back at him and smiled and protested back that he already bought the first round and that it was only fair if I paid for the next.

I slipped out of his grip and he then grabbed my wrist to turn me back towards him saying “No, I insist. Be a good girl and just put it on my tab.” He said this with a smile which I was a little mad at him for saying it like that because I told him in an earlier conversation that I liked it when I was told I’m a good girl during sex. So he knowingly used that against me to get his way.

I just rolled my eyes and smiled back at him. I responded with “I’ll just have to make it up to you another time,” before he finally let go of my wrist so I could head to the bar.

Feeling tipsy from the shots I took and not eating a whole lot that day I decided to go ahead and tease him and show what I had on. I turned my back to him and flipped the back of my shirt, flashing him a glimpse at my red thong sticking out the top of my jeans. I wiggled my ass a little and smirked at him as he stared in surprise at what I just revealed. I dropped my shirt back down and walked away to get the next round.

Once I returned with our drinks. He excitedly told me he didn’t know I was wearing a thong. I told him a thong wasn’t the only thing that I was wearing. I grabbed his hand and put it on my knee and pressed it down while dragging it along my inner thigh up towards my crotch.

This time he felt the texture of my fishnets or he realized his suspicion from touching my leg earlier was true. I could tell this was making him hard because I could see the bulge in his pants very clearly now.

With lust in his eyes, he asked me if he could get a better look at what was underneath as his hand stopped just shy of my cock. I was hard as a rock now with my cock straining to be held by my lacey petite little panties.

I responded “yeah you can see more,” as I moved out of my seat and hid behind his silhouette shielding myself from being seen by others potentially walking by. I turned around while letting my jeans fall further down my hips by a couple of inches and lifted my shirt for him again, this time showing more of the top of my ass, giving a better look at the tiny red triangle lined with lace that I was wearing.

He reached out and stuck his hand on my hip and lower back sticking his fingers inside the band of my underwear. He ran his fingers along my lower back brushing the top of my ass and pulled his hand away purposefully snapping my underwear against my ass. He then turned me sideways to him and reached his hand sneaking it past the waistband of my jeans.

He stuck his hand down grabbing my bare ass cheek and I felt his finger brush against the edge of my plug. Realizing what he had touched Keith looked at me and purposefully moved his hand placing his finger on top of it and pressing down on it. He continued putting pressure on it and wiggling it around. He only stopped for fear of getting caught with what we were doing in public.

We separated allowing me to pull my pant back up and fix my shirt. We were both extremely horny and he downed most of his drink quickly this time. I was feeling a little tipsier and decided not to drink much more. He suggested we go back to his place and I agreed. I asked how far away he lived from here to gauge if I should drive separately or if we would ride together. He then told me he lived almost forty minutes away which was disappointing to hear with how horny I was.

As we got up, he left to go close out his tab and I told him I was going to use the restroom. I went to the stall and made sure my fishnets were still pulled up and tight to my upper thigh. I made sure everything else was nice and clean and ready re-tucking myself into my panties. Before leaving I looked in the mirror to make sure my eyes weren’t too glazed over from drinking and splashed water on my face to feel more awake.

Coming out of the bathroom and meeting Keith at the stairs I headed down first with a bit of a skip in my step showing my excitement for him. On the walk out to our cars, I asked if he wanted me to drive separately or I could just leave my car here. Letting him decide if this was going to be a long or short night. I was excited to hear him suggest we ride together. He said I seemed a bit too tipsy to drive and said it was safer if we just left my car and he could drive me back whenever I wanted.

I agreed because I was kind of tipsy and I turned to him and told him “just let me grab my bag,” and gave him a playful wink. He perked up at what I said and replied “sounds good just meet me over at my truck,” while pointing his keys and clicking his unlock button to flash the lights of his truck showing me which one was his. A big white newer model quad cab just a few cars away from mine.

I made it to my car and grabbed my bag and made sure nothing else was visibly in my car that might cause someone to want to break into it. I shut my door and made sure it was locked and walked over to his already running truck. Opening the door I threw my bag onto the floorboard as I climbed in. Keith asked if I had everything I needed and I nodded back saying, “yeah I think so.”

We drove off out of the parking lot and he turns on some music so it’s not so silent, but it was still soft enough so we could talk. He looked down at the floorboard and asked me with curiosity what I had brought. I willingly opened the bag and showed him the matching bra along with the wig I wore in my pictures. I also showed the bag of makeup and a bottle of lube along with the outfits and a pair of black heels. He looked at all that I brought and said “wow, you came prepared.” I just kind of smiled back at his comment agreeing with him.

He continued to go on and suggest that I should start getting ready so it doesn’t take so long when we get back to his house. I found this to be a fantastic idea. So I took out my makeup bag and flipped his visor down to use the little makeup mirror built into the underside of it. The mirror lights turned on and were a little blinding at first until my eyes adjusted.

Being in a dimly lit moving car, looking into a tiny mirror, and not being able to see my full face, I decided on not doing too much and only did a real quick base and some eyeliner. After that, I stuck on some fake eyelashes and blended them in with some mascara. I then proceeded to apply some bright red lipstick that purposefully matched my underwear.

Keith was being a good driver and only occasionally looking over at me and mostly keeping his eyes on the road. I then asked how lit up is your house and neighborhood, asking if it was going to be weird if a neighbor saw me getting out of his truck before going inside. He reassured me that his neighbors shouldn’t be out and mentioned that the motion-censored lights on his house were out so it should be plenty dark. Hearing that gave me confidence in keeping things discreet for him.

I proceeded to climb into his back seat to have more room to change. After climbing back I slipped my shoes off and took my jeans off, Keith was trying so hard to see through his rearview mirror and I’m sure he caught some glimpses of my fishnet-clad legs as I changed. I told him to keep his eyes on the road and reassured him he would get to see plenty later.

I pulled my shirt off and slid my bra on clasping it in the back. I then reached into my bag and grabbed the black dress that I brought as one of my outfits. It was a form-fitting dress with a flared bottom, tight around my waist and shoulders with a regular neckline and some lacey shoulders and a bit of lace around the bottom edge. It was a short dress that hung less than halfway down my thighs. Just enough to cover the top band of my stockings.

Looking at the clock we still had at least fifteen minutes till his house if what he estimated was true. Once I was dressed I climbed back to the front of the truck practically sticking my ass in his face in the process. There is no way to climb over a seat in a short dress without completely showing something. I practically had to climb down to the floorboard to be able to turn myself around. I tried keeping my legs together as best I could with my little cock and balls bunched up in front of my thighs.

So he got a full view of my ass and my jeweled plug with my thong draped over it. He reached over and gave my ass a smack as I was climbing down into the floorboard, leaving a nice handprint and causing me to scream out a little. I finished climbing over and turned around to sit upright in my seat before I reach back for my bag and wig. I put it on in the visor mirror straightening it out and brushing it into the style I liked. Keith broke his silence to compliment me on my looks. After fixing my hair I finished my outfit by strapping on my heels.

Keith was now staring less at the road and more at me. Hell, I’m surprised we didn’t crash when I was climbing over with my ass practically in his face. He had his hand on his pants and was rubbing the outline of his cock through his slacks. I saw him glancing over often and noticed what he was doing. I watched as he rubbed his cock and decided to reach over and continue for him so that he could focus on the road. You know safety first right?

After rubbing him some I could tell his hard-on was uncomfortable being constrained in his pants. So being caring and thoughtful I tried to help him be more comfortable. I reached over with both hands and undid his belt telling him my intentions. He got the hint and excitedly lifted his hips to adjust himself and to pull his belt off. He also took the opportunity to lean his seat back more and adjust its position. I sat up to move out of his way while he did this and afterward he reached over to the center console and flipped it up and out of my way.

The best thing about his truck was it was a bench seat in the front and a column shifter so I had a nice big seat to lay across now. I knelt beside him elbows resting on the seat and unclasped his pants and pulled the zipper down. Keith helped me out again by lifting his hips and sliding his pants and briefs down. I could now see the outline of his cock through his boxer briefs. His cock sprung out and flopped onto his stomach.

Keith had a great cock, over six inches long about five inches around. I was glad it wasn’t too big, if it’s too thick it’s painful and not as pleasurable for me. They also make my jaw hurt and I wouldn’t be able to go all the way down and deep throat it, which is no fun.

Now that his cock was free I slid down on the seat and lay on my stomach with one leg draped over the seat and the other down to the side with my knee on the floorboard. I grasped his cock at its base, cupping his balls in my hand and turning the head of his cock towards me. I pulled my hair to the side and out of the way with my left hand and leaned in wrapping my lips around the head of his cock. I got my first taste of his pre-cum that had pooled up at his tip. Turning my head to the side so he could see the profile of my face, I turned his cock upward and began licking and kissing down the shaft wetting it with more of my saliva, leaving little bits of red lipstick stains on his cock.

I could feel it pulsing with pleasure as I licked and kissed on it. Running my tongue up and down the shaft a few times before wrapping my lips back around the tip. By this time my mouth was watering and I began to work my way down his cock shoving it down to the back of my mouth. Continuing to work at wetting his cock and getting it super slippery. I cupped and massaged his balls with one hand while holding my hair behind my ear with the other.

Keith was now running his hand along my thigh, his fingertips bumping in and out of the holes of my fishnets. He worked his hand up to the bottom of my dress brushing against my ass cheek. He lifted my dress and snuck his hand underneath and firmly grasped my ass giving it a good squeeze. I met his hand by moving my hips and sticking my butt into the air some. He gave my ass another squeeze before giving it a heavy smack and letting his hand linger and press into my ass cheek. The feeling caused me to moan on his cock. I stuck my ass further into the air telling him I was enjoying his groping.

As he was doing this I felt the car slow down and make a couple of turns and come to a stop. I continued keeping my head down sucking his cock because he never stopped grabbing my ass. He ran his fingers along my thong and picked it up and snapped it against my body. He then pulled up on it giving me a wedgie causing the thong to put pressure on my plug. I continued grinding my hips and sticking my ass in the air showing him I was enjoying it. Like he did at the bar earlier he moved his hand down placing a finger on top of the plug and started to press down on it putting more pressure on my hole.

This made me more enthusiastically suck and pick up my pace on his cock. I started breathing more heavily and moaning and sucking his cock deeper. I could feel him pressing on the plug at the same rhythm as me sucking, which really turned me on.  

I was grinding and moving my hips rubbing my cock insides my panties against his seat. I kind of felt bad because I could feel the wetness of my pre-cum rubbing all over my cock and panties which I knew was probably making a mess on his seat and on my dress. He continued grabbing my ass and playing with my thong and plug while I was choking down his cock almost all the way to its base before needing to come back up for air. He started to lay back and relax more focusing on me sucking him now that we were stopped.

So I continued deep throating him as best I could while playing with his balls in my hand. He stopped touching my ass and placed his hand on the back of my head applying pressure. I no longer had to hold my hair out of the way because of this. So now I could use both hands while sucking his cock.

With the added friction of using my hand in tandem while bobbing away and playing with his balls, he spoke up and told me to be a good girl and swallow his load and not make a mess. I moaned louder at this while burying my face deep on his cock shortening the strokes of my head and quickly bobbing up and down, throating his cock. After doing this and coming up gasping for air he shoved my head back down on his cock with both hands on my head and made me do it again, but this time he was fucking my throat and I wasn’t moving. He shoved it deep one last time and came with a loud grunt pushing my head into his lap holding me there while cumming down the back of my throat.

I laid there with my head held still gagging and swallowing trying to take it all. I tapped my hands on his hips telling him I needed up for air. As he released the pressure on the back of my head I wrapped my lips around his cock and came up off him as quickly as possible while still trying to keep the remainder of his cum that I didn’t swallow in my mouth. I swallowed and gasped for air trying not to cough and make a mess of cum and spit.  

I must have looked like a hot mess with slobber and lipstick smeared on my face gasping for air, teary-eyed, looking like I had been crying with my mascara running. Keith looked down at me and let out a sigh of relaxation from cumming and told me that I was a good girl again. His hand still on the back of my head he turned my head and slapped me on the cheek and lips with his cock. While I continued gasping for air trying to catch my breath, he slapped it against my lips pulling my head back pointing it straight at me, and shoved it in my mouth one last time to get me to clean up what was left on his cock.

After cleaning him off he told me “good thing we made it home because no way could I have kept driving and done that.” Apparently, we had made it to his house already and that’s why I felt the car slow down and stop. I sat up still blurry-eyed from the tears, again probably looking like a huge hot mess.

Looking out the window I saw a mostly dark house with only a couple of lights on. He pulled his pants up and zipped up turning the car off while opening his door and hopping out. I just sat there collecting myself trying to fix my dress and fishnets while slowly catching my breath.

He ran around to my door and opened it for me, grabbing my hand and helping me step out of his truck, which was a good thing because I was light-headed and had heels on. I tried to take a step and almost fell with him there to catch me at my arm. I stopped and stood for a second for my lightheadedness to go away and he asked if I was OK before letting me begin to walk on my own. He reached back and grabbed my bag for me before shutting the door.

As I took a few steps he walked a little behind me grasping my arm in his hand just in case I stumbled again. As we were walking up to the door Keith let go of me and slapped my ass causing me to yelp a little and stumble forward. He immediately apologized and said he couldn’t help himself it just looked too enticing.

We made it to his doorway and he brushes past me to unlock it running his hand along my lower back. He swung the door open letting me step inside first. As I stepped in he reached under my dress grabbing my ass as I walked past him. I felt like this was just the beginning of what was yet to come.  

Thanks for reading. I hoped you liked part one. Part two I will continue what happens the rest of the night and will go into details about our work situation and our fantasies playing out at work in parts three and beyond.