This is a continuation of Enjoying Lana. While it isn't necessary to read the first part, it may help with context. This is a work of fiction, everyone is over 18, and comments are welcome.
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It had been a few days since that night with Lana, and I couldn't stop thinking about her. How she looked, how she smelled, how it felt to have her lips wrapped around my cock. I found myself walking by her desk more than I used to. She would look up, make eye contact, and smile. I'd give her a smile back, wishing I could do more.
Over the next couple of weeks, I would make excuses to go to her desk, make small talk, ask her about her day, things like that. When there wasn't anyone around, there may have been a little flirting going on. The flirting was mutual, but I was always careful. Even though she had sucked my dick and I shot my cum down her throat, I didn't want to take those actions for granted.
About six weeks after our encounter, I found myself at her desk. This time, it was for a legitimate reason. After I had resolved the issue, she thanked me and sat back down in her chair. She looked around to see if anyone else was within earshot and then turned back to look me in the eye.
"When is the next time you're going to be working late?" she asked, giving me a coy look.
It took a moment, but then I understood her look. "I'm actually working tonight, but I am able to do everything from home, so I won't be here", I replied.
"Oh" she said. "I have to work late as well, but I guess I could work from home, or...anyone's home" her voice trailed off.
Hearing that, my cock twitched a bit as I put the pieces together.
"How much work do you have to do?" I asked.
"It will take a couple of hours. You?"
"The same, a couple of hours worth."
She re-crossed her legs, and I couldn't help but see up her skirt, all the way up her thighs. I couldn't tell if she was wearing underwear or not. "Why don't you write your address down and we could do our work together," Lana said. "I'll bring some food. Do you like Chinese?"
My cock twitched again and a wave of anticipation ran down my back. "Yeah, Chinese would be great."
"Great," she said. "Write down your address for me" as she handed me a pencil and a sticky note.
I quickly scribbled my address down and handed it to her. She looked at it, folded it in half, and then deftly used two fingers to slide it between an opening between the buttons on her blouse and tucked it into her bra. She then kissed the two fingers and blew the kiss to me. I was mesmerized, not being able to move after seeing that. My cock stiffening even more.
"I'll see you around 7:00", she said, and with that, she turned, slid her chair to her computer and continued with her work.
"Yeah, I'll see you then," was all that I could manage to say. I turned to leave, trying to figure out how I'm going to walk down the hall with a mostly hard cock.
The rest of the day dragged on and I found it hard to concentrate after my meeting with Lana.
I ended up working later than I anticipated, but I was able to make it home just before 7:00. I heard the doorbell ring, and I looked at my watch. Right on time, I thought. I opened the door, and there stood Lana, a bag slung over her right shoulder, and holding a plastic sack from the Chinese place down the street. She was wearing the same ivory blouse and black skirt that she had worn to work. I invited her in and offered to take food and her bag. She gratefully handed over both. "Thanks," she said, walking in. "I had to stay later than I wanted to, and didn't have a chance to go home and change." We walked into the kitchen area and I set her bags on the table, where my laptop was already set up. I took her jacket and hung it in the closet. Lana took a moment to look around the room. I lived in a small studio apartment. It wasn't much, but it suited my needs.
"I like your place," she says. "Thank you," I replied.
"Have a seat." I motioned to a chair. "Would you like something to drink? I have wine, beer, or bottled water?"
"I had better stick with water while I'm working," she says.
She passed out the food and we began to eat and do the work that we needed to get done. When I got a chance, I would sneak a look over the laptop screen at her. She was busy typing away. It looks like she is transcribing minutes to a meeting as she had her earbuds in both ears. She stopped and looked up and caught me staring. She smiled and went back to her typing. She looked up again and caught me still staring.
Removing her earbuds, she scolded me. "You're never going to finish your work if you keep staring at me."
"I'm waiting for the process to finish. There's nothing for me to do, but wait."
Just then, my laptop beeped, telling me the task was finished. "Saved by the bell," she says, chuckling at the timing and reinserting her earbuds. "I guess so," I said as I got back to work.
We worked like this for a while, finishing at about the same time. Lana closed her laptop and let out a sigh. "I'm glad that's done. You said something about a drink earlier. Is that offer still good?"
"Yes," I say, closing my laptop. "Is beer ok?"
"That would be great."
I rose from the chair, walked over to the fridge, and got two bottles. While I did that, Lana walked over to my sofa, took off her shoes, and made herself comfortable. I handed her the beer and sat with her on the couch. We both turned a bit to face each other slightly. We sat and talked, or I should say that she did most of the talking, about everything and anything. I learned that she had married her husband when she was very young, had a couple of kids, and that he had passed away unexpectedly a couple of years ago. The kids were grown and had moved out of the house to attend school in a different state. I wasn't sure how old she was (you don't ask a lady her age) but I guessed she was about fifteen years older than me. That would put her in her early-forties.
