Bedroom Closet

The some­what ner­vous greet­ings were quick and he wel­comed her in.  There wasn’t enough room at the desk so they decided the cof­fee table would be bet­ter.  She sat on the floor, legs curled beside her, lap­top on the table open to her project.  Her posi­tion was too demure, too acces­si­ble.  He could see down her shirt, admire her curves, imag­ine what else she could do while kneel­ing so con­ve­niently.  As she set up he excused him­self.  A quick shot of whiskey, maybe two, to set­tle him so that he could get through the night.  “Oh, I’m sorry…” she said, walk­ing in on him down­ing his third shot.  “Busted…” he said with a grin, the whiskey was start­ing to take the edge off.  “I’m just used to hav­ing a cou­ple drinks when I get home, don’t mean to make you uncom­fort­able.”  Not uncom­fort­able at all, she said, but with that tone that made him know she was lying.  “Would you like a small one?  Your close to drink­ing age right?  Hon­estly I always code bet­ter with whiskey.”  They both laughed and he poured them both a drink, both his and hers a bit taller than they needed to be.

Her gig­gles were get­ting louder as he explained PHP and hex codes.  She touched his knee and looked up at him as he helped he plod through the site she was required to make.  Bend­ing over her to cor­rect small cod­ing errors he lin­gered, tak­ing in her scent, see­ing how long she would allow him to hover.  By the sec­ond drink the tem­per­a­ture had warmed.  “I can’t fig­ure out how to get all of these videos and ads to mesh right! I just don’t get it, there aren’t any sites that have ALL of this crap in the same place.”  Her frus­tra­tion was attrac­tive to him, he laughed and she fol­lowed.  “Let me show you.” he said, bend­ing over her, play­fully push­ing her out of the way.  A few key­strokes later and a site appeared.  Sound, ads, text, com­ments, all of the con­tent she hadn’t been able to work into her project; includ­ing video, one of a busty young woman tak­ing a cock deep down her throat.

Her gasp made him laugh.  “Oh, did I embar­rass you?  You just said it didn’t all exist in one place…this one popped into my mind as an exam­ple.”  Not, embar­rassed she pro­fessed, just sur­prised, it wasn’t any­thing she didn’t know about she exclaimed.  “Are you sure?” he teased, “I just assumed, a girl your age, one as attrac­tive as you, you must have been with a few guys already”  “Yeah…I mean no…I mean…I’m not embar­rassed, I know about all of that stuff” she said.  “All of that stuff huh?  What about this?…” a few more key­strokes and a video appeared of a woman bent over a cof­fee table, her ass full of a large hard cock as she moaned and grunted.  She stared, open mouthed.  “Can I refill your drink?” he asked as he walked away to fill it.

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