10:15 a.m.
Cinnamon has just hung up the telephone talking to her phone sex lover George. Cinnamon has to now get ready to get to work.
Cinnamon puts the cell phone down on the bed stand, and takes a deep breath lying on the bed. That was so much fun, she thought.
Her bedroom phone starts to ring. Wonder who that could be? “Hello!”
She hears her boss on the line, “Cin, sorry for calling you so late, but can you get into the shop about a hour early so that we can finish last night’s inventory?”
“Bill, I think that would be fine. I will meet you in about 30 minutes at the shop.” The line went dead.
Cinnamon hung up the phone and started laughing. Bill’s wife must have been listening, as he was too business-like. But good old Bill had relayed to her that he needed her to complete the inventory, their secret code word for a nice quickie before work.
Without a thought to having just climaxed three times with George, Cinnamon hopped out of bed, skipped to the bathroom, and quickly turned on the shower.
10:45 a.m.
Cinnamon pulled into the back parking lot of the store. Bill’s car was already parked. There were no other cars in the parking lot. Good, thought Cin.
Bill and his wife ran the furniture store, and Cin did a number of jobs, from ordering furniture to processing loans and the cash register. She has known Bill and his wife for over 25 years, and the store was mostly family, except for the young women who worked there on commission. She did not completely dislike the women, but they tended to work for six months or so and were gone. Only one of the women had worked there three years, and she and Cinnamon did not get along. Another woman was the store’s human resources manager, and she was one of Cin’s best friends for the last ten years.
Cinnamon walked into the store, and looked into Bill’s wife’s office. Nope, the bitch did not come with Bill to work. It must be too early in the morning for that closet alcoholic. Cin walked to back to one of small rooms, which the store used to show off furniture for a home studio system. The room had a complete surround sound stereo system, high definition television, and nice, comfortable chairs to relax in. Cinnamon sat down in the lazy boy chair, and pushed it back.
Bill walked into the room, and closed the door. He looked at Cinnamon, who was wearing a long London Fog type coat. He did not say a thing, just licked his lips. Cin looked up at him, and started to undo the front buttons to her coat. Bill could see that she was not wearing a bra underneath the coat. He moved closer to Cinnamon.
Cin continued to unbuttoned the buttons. Bill could see that she was wearing those nipple rings again. He knew that she was hard wired between her nipples and clitoris. Bill got down on his knees in front of the chair, and started to rub Cinnamon’s ankles. He took off her shoes. She continued to unbutton the coat, and Bill realized that she was completely naked under the coat. No blouse. No bra. No pants. No dress. No panties. And she is completely shaved.
Bill moved quickly and placed his head between her legs. He kissed and licked her inner thighs, but he was interested in only one thing. And the only one thing he was interested in was feeling her wet, soft, pussy and its clitty on top in his mouth. And true to form, before Cinnamon knew it, Bill was licking her pussy lips.
