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19/02/2008
At one time I used to work for an art gallery that was housed in an old historical building. The building was an old courthouse that had, on the first floor, the art gallery and the Chamber of Commerce. The company I worked for had several gift shops in addition to the art gallery. Most of the employees were concentrated at the gift shops. I was solely responsible for the art gallery.
Now, the old courthouse was situated in a town that did not have a very high median income. The gallery priced the art at exorbitant prices and, therefore, hardly anyone ever came into the gallery. The only people that came through were those looking for the Chamber of Commerce. It was a gravy job.
In the Chamber there were a couple of really nice looking girls. Personally, I felt that they were too nice looking for me to approach. I gradually got to know one of the girls, Trisha, and we became somewhat decent friends. We were really more acquaintances than friends. Trisha was tall and lean. She had long brunette hair that she frequently tossed around. Her body was very athletic looking and she had the most beautiful legs that I have ever seen. Unfortunately, she had a boyfriend.
One day she was talking about how bored she was. I was standing next to her and I said, “How about we go do something?”
“Like what?”
“I don’t know. What would you like to do?”
She thought about it for a little bit and then said, “You know I have a boyfriend.”
I lowered my head and gently kicked her shoe and said, “I know.” Then I looked straight into her eyes and gave her a mischievous smile. Actually, it had not even occurred to me to ask her out on a date. I was just trying to have some fun with someone I knew.
She smiled back and said, “Well, I have to watch my son so I don’t think that I can really go out. But, why don’t you come over tomorrow (Friday) and we can watch some TV.”
Well, this sounded reasonable enough considering we were only friends. So, I went to her house and her son was still up. He kept jumping into my lap and refused to go to bed. The kid must have been starved for attention. Anyway, she eventually got him to bed and we both sat on her couch. She moved over to one side of her couch and lay back with her legs spread open enough that she could still talk to me and see me.
OK. Now, I am not the brightest guy in the world when it comes to women giving me signals. This was one of those times when I was completely blind. I still assumed she only wanted to be friends. She was very nice looking and could have pretty much any guy she set her mind to.
Anyway, we talked until about midnight and then I told her that I had to leave because I had to go back to work the next morning. I know, I know…please don’t remind me.
That next day she came in to see me at the gallery, which was rather unusual because she had never been around before on the weekend. At one point, she sat down on some chairs that were sitting in front of me. She was wearing a short skirt and she had the most beautiful tanned legs. She pulls out some lotion or something and takes her shoes off. She then starts caressing her legs and feet with the lotion. I was in awe. I wanted to jump her right then because she had lifted her skirt up high so she could rub the lotion on the inside of her thighs.
Now, here is the stupid part. You can call me an idiot and you would be right as far as that situation. You see, I still didn’t get the hint. I just could not allow myself to believe that this gorgeous girl might be interested in me.
Anyway, about one week later it was Valentine’s Day. At lunchtime, I would often close the shop and go in the back storage room where there was some bedding and I would take a nap. Did I mention that I have narcolepsy? So, Trisha came into the gallery and asked me what I was doing for lunch. I told her I was taking a nap. She laughed and said, “But seriously, what are you doing?”
I walked her back to the storage room and showed her my makeshift bed. I told her that there was not enough time for me to close shop, go get something to eat and then open the shop back up again. So, instead, I just took a nap.
Well, right at noon on that Valentine’s Day she came back in and said I have something that I want to give you for Valentine’s. I told her that it was not necessary to get me anything since we were not intimately close. However, she insisted on giving it to me.
I started closing the gallery thinking that she would give me whatever it was before I locked her in the room with me. She stayed and I went ahead and locked the doors.
“So, what kind of gift did you get me?”
“It is in the back storage room.”
“How did you get in there?” I asked.
“I have my ways” she quickly replied.
I walked with her back to where my bedding was and I said “I don’t see anything.”
“Really?” she said in a seductive voice. “How about now?”
She grabbed me with one arm around my back and pulled me to her. She then placed her hand on my crotch and started rubbing it.
“Oh.” I said delightfully.
A few seconds later, “Wait. I have to make an adjustment.”
“Of what?” she said.
I put my hand down my pants and pulled my cock up so it would be more comfortable.
She grabbed the front of my pants, pulled them to her and looked down to see the head of my dick swollen and wedged in place.
“Maybe you should give it some breathing room.” She then unbuttoned my pants and pulled down the zipper. I was wearing boxers with a big hole for the opening. She got down on her knees and opened up my boxers and said “I see somebody is awake.”
At that time, I wore boxers that have the snap-on buttons. She quickly and expertly had my underwear open and out of the way. She took her time staring at my cock. I could see her going over every part with her eyes as her hand stroked my dick. She then looked up at me and said, “Are you ready for your gift?”
“I am very ready.” My breath was becoming noticeably more quick and shallow. I looked down at her and she was still analyzing my cock. Then she did a most beautiful thing: she placed her lips on the very tip of my cockhead and gave it a long kiss. She opened her mouth and softly ran the tip of her tongue along the opening at the end of my dick. She looked like she really enjoyed what she was doing.
She then opened her mouth and took in just the head. She held it with her lips and I could still feel her licking the tip of my cock. After a while, she said “Mmmmmm…precum.” She then opened her mouth wider and started put more of my dick in her mouth. She pushed her head against me with significant pressure but she never gagged. She held her head there for just about 20 seconds and then closed her lips and sucked her way back off of my swollen cock.
She continued pushing my cock into her mouth and then slowly releasing it. I suddenly had an urge that I had not felt before. Without thinking, I grabbed the back of her head with one hand and helped her try to get more of me in. She did not mind this.
After maybe 10 minutes, I felt my legs starting to shake a little. It was not long after this that I grabbed her head and blew what must have been a massive load into her mouth. I never got to see the load because she swallowed it immediately.
She stood up, put my dick back in place and buttoned my boxers. With a sly smile, she said “How do you like that for a Valentine’s gift?” I grabbed her and pulled her to me and we just stood there kissing for the rest of the lunch hour.
Now, the old courthouse was situated in a town that did not have a very high median income. The gallery priced the art at exorbitant prices and, therefore, hardly anyone ever came into the gallery. The only people that came through were those looking for the Chamber of Commerce. It was a gravy job.
In the Chamber there were a couple of really nice looking girls. Personally, I felt that they were too nice looking for me to approach. I gradually got to know one of the girls, Trisha, and we became somewhat decent friends. We were really more acquaintances than friends. Trisha was tall and lean. She had long brunette hair that she frequently tossed around. Her body was very athletic looking and she had the most beautiful legs that I have ever seen. Unfortunately, she had a boyfriend.
One day she was talking about how bored she was. I was standing next to her and I said, “How about we go do something?”
“Like what?”
“I don’t know. What would you like to do?”
She thought about it for a little bit and then said, “You know I have a boyfriend.”
I lowered my head and gently kicked her shoe and said, “I know.” Then I looked straight into her eyes and gave her a mischievous smile. Actually, it had not even occurred to me to ask her out on a date. I was just trying to have some fun with someone I knew.
She smiled back and said, “Well, I have to watch my son so I don’t think that I can really go out. But, why don’t you come over tomorrow (Friday) and we can watch some TV.”
Well, this sounded reasonable enough considering we were only friends. So, I went to her house and her son was still up. He kept jumping into my lap and refused to go to bed. The kid must have been starved for attention. Anyway, she eventually got him to bed and we both sat on her couch. She moved over to one side of her couch and lay back with her legs spread open enough that she could still talk to me and see me.
OK. Now, I am not the brightest guy in the world when it comes to women giving me signals. This was one of those times when I was completely blind. I still assumed she only wanted to be friends. She was very nice looking and could have pretty much any guy she set her mind to.
Anyway, we talked until about midnight and then I told her that I had to leave because I had to go back to work the next morning. I know, I know…please don’t remind me.
That next day she came in to see me at the gallery, which was rather unusual because she had never been around before on the weekend. At one point, she sat down on some chairs that were sitting in front of me. She was wearing a short skirt and she had the most beautiful tanned legs. She pulls out some lotion or something and takes her shoes off. She then starts caressing her legs and feet with the lotion. I was in awe. I wanted to jump her right then because she had lifted her skirt up high so she could rub the lotion on the inside of her thighs.
Now, here is the stupid part. You can call me an idiot and you would be right as far as that situation. You see, I still didn’t get the hint. I just could not allow myself to believe that this gorgeous girl might be interested in me.
Anyway, about one week later it was Valentine’s Day. At lunchtime, I would often close the shop and go in the back storage room where there was some bedding and I would take a nap. Did I mention that I have narcolepsy? So, Trisha came into the gallery and asked me what I was doing for lunch. I told her I was taking a nap. She laughed and said, “But seriously, what are you doing?”
I walked her back to the storage room and showed her my makeshift bed. I told her that there was not enough time for me to close shop, go get something to eat and then open the shop back up again. So, instead, I just took a nap.
Well, right at noon on that Valentine’s Day she came back in and said I have something that I want to give you for Valentine’s. I told her that it was not necessary to get me anything since we were not intimately close. However, she insisted on giving it to me.
I started closing the gallery thinking that she would give me whatever it was before I locked her in the room with me. She stayed and I went ahead and locked the doors.
“So, what kind of gift did you get me?”
“It is in the back storage room.”
“How did you get in there?” I asked.
“I have my ways” she quickly replied.
I walked with her back to where my bedding was and I said “I don’t see anything.”
“Really?” she said in a seductive voice. “How about now?”
She grabbed me with one arm around my back and pulled me to her. She then placed her hand on my crotch and started rubbing it.
“Oh.” I said delightfully.
A few seconds later, “Wait. I have to make an adjustment.”
“Of what?” she said.
I put my hand down my pants and pulled my cock up so it would be more comfortable.
She grabbed the front of my pants, pulled them to her and looked down to see the head of my dick swollen and wedged in place.
“Maybe you should give it some breathing room.” She then unbuttoned my pants and pulled down the zipper. I was wearing boxers with a big hole for the opening. She got down on her knees and opened up my boxers and said “I see somebody is awake.”
At that time, I wore boxers that have the snap-on buttons. She quickly and expertly had my underwear open and out of the way. She took her time staring at my cock. I could see her going over every part with her eyes as her hand stroked my dick. She then looked up at me and said, “Are you ready for your gift?”
“I am very ready.” My breath was becoming noticeably more quick and shallow. I looked down at her and she was still analyzing my cock. Then she did a most beautiful thing: she placed her lips on the very tip of my cockhead and gave it a long kiss. She opened her mouth and softly ran the tip of her tongue along the opening at the end of my dick. She looked like she really enjoyed what she was doing.
She then opened her mouth and took in just the head. She held it with her lips and I could still feel her licking the tip of my cock. After a while, she said “Mmmmmm…precum.” She then opened her mouth wider and started put more of my dick in her mouth. She pushed her head against me with significant pressure but she never gagged. She held her head there for just about 20 seconds and then closed her lips and sucked her way back off of my swollen cock.
She continued pushing my cock into her mouth and then slowly releasing it. I suddenly had an urge that I had not felt before. Without thinking, I grabbed the back of her head with one hand and helped her try to get more of me in. She did not mind this.
After maybe 10 minutes, I felt my legs starting to shake a little. It was not long after this that I grabbed her head and blew what must have been a massive load into her mouth. I never got to see the load because she swallowed it immediately.
She stood up, put my dick back in place and buttoned my boxers. With a sly smile, she said “How do you like that for a Valentine’s gift?” I grabbed her and pulled her to me and we just stood there kissing for the rest of the lunch hour.
Poster:
Dave
