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behind me into another puddle of fabric and reached back to unzip my skirt, stepping out of it and the sensible flats I’d worn that day. I watched John’s eyes on my body, taking me in, and even in my conservative black bra and panties, I felt sexy. Like there was something worth wanting about me, like he’d seen some core inside of me that made me more beautiful than any woman he’d ever known. I reached up to his tie and loosened it more. That one sexy look had drawn me in—the tie he wore casually to the side, undone at the end of a long day. He pulled it off the rest of the way as I undid his buttons, my fingers far more patient than his had been. As I reached down to his trousers, the back of my hand brushed against the bulge of his cock, already straining against the fabric of the pants.  

    “Fucking hell,” he groaned. I turned my hand and pressed my palm against his cock—it was hard and hot, straining against his pants. Slowly, I unbuckled him and then moved my hands to his zipper, my fingers brushing over his cock again. His pants fell to the floor, revealing a muscular ass and legs. His cock strained against the fabric of his gray boxer briefs. Slipping my fingers inside of his waistband, I gripped his cock and stroked him, ever so gently. John groaned, pushing me against the wall. “I guess you are pretty sure you want—”

    “I’m always sure of what I want. And this, this I want.” The gin had made me brave. Normally, I was the quiet, sweet girl who faded into the background and handled the paperwork. But today, I’d quit my job, had too much to drink, and now I had a thick, hard cock in my hand. None of it seemed like me. I laughed at the thought of it, throwing my head back. The man I barely knew brought one hand to my hair, tangling his fingers in the thick dark curls and pulling ever so slightly, sending a prickle of heat through my body. My sex grew slicker in response, and a moan escaped my lips. I gripped his cock and stroked it, moving my thumb over its head. John traced his fingers over the back of my neck and back, unhooking my bra in one swift motion. My nipples stiffened as my breasts hit the air, and I gasped. He sighed, his eyes locked on my body and pulled my hand away from his stiff cock.  

    “What? I—”

    “I just want to look at you,” he said, stepping back. “I just want to look at how beautiful you are.” A hot red flush rose over me. Here I stood, exposed before this man. Another rush of wetness hit my pussy, seeping into my panties. I sighed and brought my hands to my breasts. Never had I been this bold... this sensual. I ran my hands down over my body and pulled down my panties, then stepped out of them, kicking them aside. I sighed as the air hit me where I hadn’t been touched in so long. John slipped off his briefs, staying silent, his eyes glued to mine. I brought my hands down to my pussy, running my fingers over my clit and shuddering as this man—this stranger—watched me. I slipped one finger inside, crying out with a need I’d neglected for so long. A need that I felt only this man could fill. Slowly, John moved to his knees before me and gripped my ass, moving his face close to my sex and taking in my scent. His hot breath hit my clit, sending vibrations of need to the deepest part of my being.  

    “Spread your legs for me, Desiree,” he said. Desiree. That’s not my name. This isn’t me. But I obeyed, moving my legs wide and leaning against his strong hands for support. John leaned in and kissed the tops of my thighs, his thick, dark hair brushing against my skin. He inhaled deeply, taking in my scent, and I blushed. How had this man gotten me to this point? How had my body changed from something I owned... to something filled with such carnal lust? The aching need built inside, and he seemed to sense it, drawing his lips closer and closer to my nub.  

    I arched my back, pushing my body toward him. His tongue darted out, circling my clit