This is another fantastic story I enjoyed reading, it written by Ecksplizit ( 7E13115C)…. If you missed the part Seventeen yesterday read it HERE!!!
We got home and she decided to know my flat. She looked impressed. Let’s face it, my flat didn’t look like the Taj Mahal but it wasn’t a burial tomb built by a king. It was merely just efficient. I got a big wall mounted television (a humble 42 inch beauty), HD satellite receiver, home theatre, x-box, tempered glass coffee tables and side stools, art duplicates of Vincent Van Gogh and Leonardo da Vinci, cotton drapes and curtains… let’s face it; I took more time picking things for my flat than I do for my wardrobe. I do like the fact that my place doesn’t get disappointed looks from visitors. Uzi made herself feel at home by sitting on the sofa. She was talking about something but to be frank, my mind was not paying attention to what she was saying but the way she looked on the sofa. I suddenly understood why Greg’s hand had to reach out. She looked like temptation incarnate. If she was recruiting people to go to hell looking like that; hell would require a multimillion dollar grant for an expansion. Thinking about Greg’s predicament pulled the brakes on my lustful gaze and then I remembered the reason why we went out in the first place. Bringing up Greg really messed up the warm environment that had enveloped us during the whole evening but he was the reason for the whole endeavour in the first place. After some soothing words and gentle urging from me, she finally opened up as to why she wanted Greg out of the picture. Unbeknownst to me, Greg had been hitting on her from the first day she came to the office. He would flirt with her and would stare at her as if she was walking around with no clothes on. The man would even scratch his balls when staring at her. If this was a murder trial her testimony would make me personally buy a new rope for his noose. I felt dumb for being the schmuck’s advocate. Eventually, things started going on a light note when she mentioned that she was agitated even further by the fact that he grabbed her on the one day she decided to go to the office commando style. I could not hold back my laughter when she mentioned that. My laughter made her blush and nervous. She got up as if to go but stood facing the door. Personally, I am not a fan of female bums but hers looked oh-so appealing. I walked up behind her, held her by her hands and tried to apologise. As soon as my hands touched her she leaned into me. My “sorries” were going straight from lips to her ears. I just kept thinking of the sweetest words of apology to download to her ears and she was snuggling into me more and more and I could feel her all over me. My brain was slowly shutting down while junior was booting cautiously. I cannot really say why I switched from telling her sorry for laughing at the fact that she went to work commando the day Greg grabbed her bums to commenting on how wonderful she smelt. Her giggles were so sensual that I seemed to blackout only to recover consciousness with Uzi wearing only a bra under me in my bed.